Unexpected chapter again? I think so! How fun! I'm so so sorry I haven't been active lately, I've been quite busy and will be quite busy for a while but I do have a bit of a break this at the moment so I will try my absolute hardest to update as much as possible!

If you enjoy this chapter please vote and comment what you think! I'd also love to here some of ya'll's predictions! Whoever guesses what happened to Webby's parents gets a follow, shoutout and dedicated special chapter of their choice! Why I'm giving so much away you ask? Well because I know none of you are gonna get it!

Also just a heads up, 'Duckle' is just Google but in the duck world-

I apologise, once again, if this chapter is a little boring but fear not! For the action. Starts. Now!

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Sitting on her bed with her legs swinging off, Webby held the photo in her hands, shaking with both fear and shock.

"Granny... lied?" She asked, her voice cracking.

Dewey placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, sitting next to her as his legs also swung over the edge of the bed. "Webby... I'm sorry." Was all he managed to say. If he knew more information on the situation there would be so much more he could say, yet, all there questions went from answered back to unanswered in just one night.

Finally, Webby had gotten the answers she had been longing for since she was just a toddler but after climbing out of a deep mysterious hole, she only fell back in. She thought she was finally on the next step when she fell back down to square one.

"But she would never do it to hurt you... if she lied it must be for a good reason!" He cheered, clenching his other hand in the air beside his face.

Webby stayed silent, trying to hold back the tears that urged to be set free.

Granny lied... of all ducks in the world who could lie straight to her face like that... it was her Granny. That whole story, her father murdering her mother, the photo, the tears, everything... was a lie? No, no. Granny promised she would never lie again, she promised she would always tell the truth. Granny knew everything about her and she knew everything about Granny and her past... right? Surely this was just a prank, surely Dewey mistook the photo. Yeah, yeah that had to be it.

"Dewey... m-my Granny wouldn't lie to me. I know her." She stuttered, knowing deep down inside of her what the real truth was.

"Webby... I'm sorry." Dewey spoke, lowering his head and removing his hand.

Slowly, the tears were set free as one by one, they slide down her face, dripping onto the photo in her hands. Her arm quickly swiped at her eyes, trying to furiously wipe them away but alas, they kept coming. Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms engulf her in a warm hug.

"It's ok, Webbs. It's ok." The familiar voice spoke.

Slowly, Webby wrapped her arms back around the duckling, her tears dropping onto his shoulder.

After a few minutes that seemed to last a lifetime, the two ducklings pulled apart, Webby's tears finally fading.

"Thanks Dewey." She smiled slightly, wiping a lasting tear from her eyes as her gaze drifted from him back to the photo that still lay in her hands.

"We'll find the truth, just like we did with my mom." Dewey smiled brightly, placing another reassuring hand on her shoulder as Webby's smile widened, her eyes lifting back up to the blue clad duck.

She giggled at the determined duckling before her.

He's such a sweet guy... so adorable. She thought to herself, a light blush reaching her cheeks.

Dewey smile brightened, if that were even possible.

She's so pure... so adorable. He thought to himself, a light blush reaching his cheeks as he removed his hand from her shoulder.

"So," He started, "where should we start? Is there anything in the photo that could help us?" He questioned.

"Hmmm." Webby thought, stretching her arms out as she held the photo high and low, in the dark and in the light, looked closely and looked from a far, trying to find anything that could help but still... nothing.

"Wait." Dewey grabbed the photo and looked on the back, a strange name scribbled on the back.

"Seungmin?" He questioned, reading the strange name aloud. (Where ma STAYS at-).

"What?" Webby asked, raising an eyebrow, her gaze drifting from Dewey down to the paper in his hands. "Seungmin? What or who is that?" She said, grabbing the paper and looking closer.

"Welp." Dewey randomly pulled his phone out from behind him (as all cartoons do-) and started typing something into Duckle. "As Louie always says, the internet has allllll the answers." He chuckled, gaining a smile from Webby.

"Hmmm... that's weird." Dewey spoke, scrolling through all the different websites and finally clicking on one.

"What?" Webby asked, scooting closer and looking at his screen. "The myth of Seungmin." She read.

"It keeps saying 'Seungmin' is a place that- oh here! It saaaaaaays: 'Seungmin. Real or fake? Many have researched for years into this strange place, even making a close estimate as to where it might be, however, none have lived to tell the tale. It is to be believed that this 'Seungmin' place is not a gift to be discovered, but, a curse best to be left undiscovered.'" Dewey read as both ducklings fell silent.

"That's... where my parents are?" Webby worried.

"Hey, we don't know that for sure so don't jump to conclusions, ok?." He spoke softly, his words only just enough to calm her down.

Taking a deep breathe and straightening her back, Webby gently shut her eyes. "Y-You're right. We need more evidence to know anything for sure." She calmed down, her eyes opening at the screen. "Anything else?" She asked.

"Oh my gosh..." Dewey's mouth dropped open.

"What?" Webby raised an eyebrow, giving him a puzzling look.

"'Scrooge McDuck, newly found richest duck in the world, dedicates lifetime of research to finding Seungmin's location and exploring said place. Stating: 'I will find this Seungmin place and prove to you there is nothing to fear. My niece, Della Duck, and nephew, Donald Duck, have been already researching for months now and have so far found no evidence this place exists, if it does, there is no evidence suggesting it is a dangerous environment.' There is still no further proclamation made after this statement. Whether Scrooge McDuck has given up or still researching is unknown by all, however, one thing is for sure; no discovery has yet been made.'" Dewey read. "Wait... this article was made before my mom took the Spear of Selene, so... do you think Uncle Scrooge has been working on it all this time?" He asked, lifting his head to be met with Webby's eyes.

"I mean, it is possible but with all the research into your mom's whereabouts, I doubt i~" Webby tried answering the blue clad duck, only to be cut off by a Scottish rather old voice.

"KIDS! GET IN THE PLANE NOW! WE'RE HEADING OFF!" Scrooge yelled, his heavy steps making it evident he was running down the stairs.

Dewey and Webby quickly ran to the door, popping their heads out.

"Wait! Uncle Scrooge where are we going? Why didn't I get a warning?!" Huey rushed after Uncle Scrooge.

Webby sighed. "Guess this'll have to wait." She spoke, grabbing the photo from Dewey's hand and walking back over to her bed, stuffing the photo in her nearby backpack as she began to pack.

Dewey followed behind her. "Hey..." He placed yet another gentle hand on her shoulder, a sympathetic smile reaching his face. "We will find the truth, no matter how long it takes." He reassured her. Webby turned around, a slight smile on her beak.

"Thanks Dewey." She smiled.

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"WAKE UP!" The kids screamed into Donald's ear, earning a loud squawk from the ex sailor.

Clutching at his chest, Donald puffed heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead as the ducklings innocently chuckled and began walking off the plane, their mouths dropping at the sight before them.

Monkeys flew high in the air, the sky mixes of purple, light green and pink as the clouds, instead of moving, kept utterly still, it's light blue features adding an extra hint of beauty to the already mesmerising sky.

"Kids," Scrooge began,

"Welcome to Seungmin."