The eight year old orphan Grin Hardwing skated in grief. He pushed several kids to the ground as they passed him. He was soon stopped by a small old drake surrounded by smoke.

"Get out of my way!" the angry young duck yelled.

With all his power he shot a puck at the old man. To his surprise he had caught it in his hand.

"Who are you?" Grin asked in amazement.

"I am Tae Quack Dou, young grasshopper. Come with me to learn the ways of our ancietors."

The two skated off toward an old small house about a mile away. Grin had wondered further and further in his thoughts. 'Why am I even following this geezer?' Something about Tae Quack Doe had interested him from inside. They approached the small house. Inside Grin noticed about one hundred candles all over the place unlit. The crystals in the corner had interested him the most. The old man sat in the middle of the room on a round white carpet with his feet on his knees.

"Sit young grasshopper." Grin sat down in front of him.

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

"You must learn the ways of our ancietors." the master repeated.

"What if I don't want to?"

"The road you choose to go down is your own path."

After grin thought about it for a while he came up with an answer. "I guess I'll do it." Grin sighed.

"First thing you need to learn is meditating. Sit like I am." He ordered.

Grin struggled for about five minutes and still didn't quite make his other foot on top of his knee.

"Correction you need to learn flexibility..."

The master taught Grin how to flex for about an hour. He told Grin or 'grasshopper' to flex for ten minutes a day. Frankly Grin didn't like to be ordered around and he sure didn't like the nickname grasshopper. After Grin learned about flexibility he moved onward to meditating. Even though he couldn't sit the right way he just sat Indian style on the white rug.

"Now grasshopper ponder thoughtfully." The master ordered.

He did so for about five minutes then he was bored out of his mind after fifteen minutes rolled by. 'Well you know what I ponder grasspooper? I ponder that this is a bunch of crap'. He was done pondering on his half.

"Um. Master when will we be done pondering?"

"Soon my son."

'Great. Now he thinks I'm his son! What else could happen?'

"What did you meditate about grasshopper?"

"I thought about Drake Ducaine and how he destroyed the Saurians."

"Ah. good that is the reason why I brought you here young one. See, I got vibes that someday some chosen one will come along and fight the Saurians in the future. That chosen one is you."

"What? The Saurians are dead there is no way that could be possible."

"Oh yes my son is it very possible. There are several Saurians being held in a dimensional prison somewhere. If they get out, they will surly come back to Puckworld for revenge for what we did to their kind."

"So what your saying is someday the Saurians will come back and I will have to fight them alone?"

"No, I see others but they're images are unclear."

Grin finally got really interested in this yoga thing.'Maybe I do have a reason for being alive, I have a purpose in life.' I'm going to be a hero. Grin suddenly smiled. Something that he hadn't done since his parents were alive. Suddenly flashback memories filled his head. A younger Grin about five stood happily with his mother and father.

"Grinny honey you stay here with granny okay? We're going to the bank we'll be back soon. Love you." His mother kissed him on the cheek.

"You be good okay, champ?" Asked his father while giving him a nookie.

"Okay daddy!"

His parents walked out of the door, that was the last time he ever seen them again. Later he learned from his grandmother that there was a robbery at the bank. His parents were the hostages along with several other people. All of the hostages got killed. A month later his grandmother died in her sleep. At five he didn't know what was happening all the people he loved were torn away from him.

He felt a tear running down his face. He immediately whipped it off his face but Quack Doe had seen it.

"What is troubling you my son?"

"Will you stop calling me that, I am not you son!" Grin shouted.

"It's about your parents isn't it?" He asked.

"What? How do you know about my parents?"

"I see it in your hurting eyes and I have the newspaper clipping of the deaths of your parents."

"Let me see it." Grin ordered.

The master went to a cabinet by his sink and pulled out a piece of paper. He handed it to Grin who looked at the old newspaper yellow in color from age.

A horrible incident happened at the Mcduck bank, nine people were killed by Vincent Bladesmith. They showed a picture of Vincent on the side. Grin narrowed his eyes at the person who had killed his parents. He read on until he reached one point in the paragraph. Cara and Paul Hardwing were also killed in the incident. They had a five year old son, Grin Hardwing now living with grandmother Denise.

"Could I keep this?" asked Grin.

"Yes, you may." he replied.

"Hey you know since I have no place to live.. do you think that I could live here?" The young drake asked.

"I was planning on you living with me anyway, grasshopper. Now let's continue on your training."

Grin went through much learning and training while he grew up with the Master. He now respected the ways of the ancient ones more than ever and wanted to teach it to everyone. Everyone he met on the streets he told them about it. He felt like he accomplished all his goals except his major one.. To fight the Saurians.

Copyright Rach Lonestar "01"
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