LAW ENFORCEMENT, arthur mcduck
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ABOUT ARTHUR
ABOUT ARTHUR
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DUCKIE
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so it's here i stand as a broken man, but i found my friend (at the curtains of the waterfall)
so it's here i stand as a broken man, but i found my friend (at the curtains of the waterfall)
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a flower in the wind, you see it soar. so far above you where the end cannot be seen as you watch from the ground below. soon a single flower becomes dozens, all these beautiful petals flying around you as a hand drifts into your view; your own. trying to catch the petals and be swept up in the mayhem. to fly with the others. but there is nothing, you cannot reach. left on the ground, alone you must walk as faces flash before your eyes among the petals. your sister, your brother, her. [break][break]
you are a desperate one among the storm of faces.[break][break]
the desperate need to separate yourself from others, you follow it. if you cannot fly with the people you love so dearly, then the next action was to make yourself known. a driven soul, but lonely nonetheless. the sky is darker now, it's raining again. the petals drift to the floor as you look up at the grey clouds above. each one floats down the hill you stand on, down to the river and then vanish. everybody leaves eventually, till you're left on your own once again.[break][break]
all beauty is fleeting my dear[break][break]
one day, the skies will clear and the flowers take to the sky again. each one knows how to bounce back, but you stand with water dripping off your aqua locks. the cold sensation runs down your face, but it tastes salty. you're not crying no lord of your standing is allowed to cry. yet there would be no denying the feeling as the liquid drips into your mouth so your eyes look to the sky. 'help me' they say. 'help me please'.[break][break]
but no help would ever come[break][break]
a blink and all the flowers are gone. the sun breaks through the clouds as it warms your skin, blinding to your eyes. warmth surrounds you, familiar and true. you want to grasp onto it and never let go yet it's so far out of reach. three figures are there, two ahead and one behind. 'choose' they say. 'choose quickly'. a sister you love and protect, a brother you wish to catch up to. behind, a girl. the woman you used to love. the path ahead is rocky and full of trials, yet warmed by the light of the sun. behind is damp and dark, but easy. the woman behind reaches out to you, calling to your greatest fears.[break][break]
you cannot bring the dead to life, you chose to move forward and remain hurt[break][break]
you walk steps behind both your siblings, yet chose to enjoy life. throw yourself at everyone who comes your way. a flirt, they say. one who has all the love to give but cannot dedicate. flower petals land on you now, in all theory you are not lonely anymore. but none ever get close. you move along quickly, surrounding yourself with fake friendship and love. protection, you call it. then you try to run, to overcome your brother who is steps ahead of you. he shouldn't handle this responsibility alone and you know that you want to help.[break][break]
the last thing you ever do is help others[break][break]
a flower in the wind, you see it soar. so far above you where the end cannot be seen as you watch from the ground below. soon a single flower becomes dozens, all these beautiful petals flying around you as a hand drifts into your view; your own. trying to catch the petals and be swept up in the mayhem. to fly with the others. but there is nothing, you cannot reach. left on the ground, alone you must walk as faces flash before your eyes among the petals. your sister, your brother, her. [break][break]
you are a desperate one among the storm of faces.[break][break]
the desperate need to separate yourself from others, you follow it. if you cannot fly with the people you love so dearly, then the next action was to make yourself known. a driven soul, but lonely nonetheless. the sky is darker now, it's raining again. the petals drift to the floor as you look up at the grey clouds above. each one floats down the hill you stand on, down to the river and then vanish. everybody leaves eventually, till you're left on your own once again.[break][break]
all beauty is fleeting my dear[break][break]
one day, the skies will clear and the flowers take to the sky again. each one knows how to bounce back, but you stand with water dripping off your aqua locks. the cold sensation runs down your face, but it tastes salty. you're not crying no lord of your standing is allowed to cry. yet there would be no denying the feeling as the liquid drips into your mouth so your eyes look to the sky. 'help me' they say. 'help me please'.[break][break]
but no help would ever come[break][break]
a blink and all the flowers are gone. the sun breaks through the clouds as it warms your skin, blinding to your eyes. warmth surrounds you, familiar and true. you want to grasp onto it and never let go yet it's so far out of reach. three figures are there, two ahead and one behind. 'choose' they say. 'choose quickly'. a sister you love and protect, a brother you wish to catch up to. behind, a girl. the woman you used to love. the path ahead is rocky and full of trials, yet warmed by the light of the sun. behind is damp and dark, but easy. the woman behind reaches out to you, calling to your greatest fears.[break][break]
you cannot bring the dead to life, you chose to move forward and remain hurt[break][break]
you walk steps behind both your siblings, yet chose to enjoy life. throw yourself at everyone who comes your way. a flirt, they say. one who has all the love to give but cannot dedicate. flower petals land on you now, in all theory you are not lonely anymore. but none ever get close. you move along quickly, surrounding yourself with fake friendship and love. protection, you call it. then you try to run, to overcome your brother who is steps ahead of you. he shouldn't handle this responsibility alone and you know that you want to help.[break][break]
the last thing you ever do is help others[break][break]
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Born into a world full of expectations, he has no idea what it may be like to have a certain feel of freedom. A flower who was made to be second in line after his brother, elder by five years. His shadow he always stepped in as it was constricting. It wasn't a mere shadow, it was a cage. There was no way to step into the shine of the light, no warmth to guide his hand. Yet his mother loved him, his father loved him. Why did he feel like this?[break][break]
His mind saw the beauty in all things from the rivers to the trees and sunshine, no matter how old he grew he saw it. Each paper he was handed would have a handmade picture of what he could see nearby. An artist, people called him. Arthur McDuck wasn't meant to be an artist, he was meant to be a warrior. One who could defend the family, who could fight alongside his brother. It was forced, it was painful. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Not now not ever. Yet he did his best, he strived to achieve mastery of the sword and pen. To be on the same level as the brother who was so far ahead of him.[break][break]
Years of training and learning, it dulled his pencil. Destroyed his paintbrush. There was no more beautiful sounds echoing into his room each day, only endless noise which distracted from his studies. He had to be better he had to be stronger. The younger brother was always overlooked, that's what those who looked after him without his siblings and parents said. He was more worthy of wielding the legacy, but he could tell they didn't believe such things. Empty words to keep him on the path he'd begun to walk. To force him to compete with a brother that he desperately wanted to love. Family was a bond, his mother always said. One that would never be broken.[break][break][break][break]
Five years of living, five years of existing, brought something new. Something he didn't deserve. A sister. A beautiful baby girl who was one of the prettiest people he had ever seen, on par with how he saw his mother. Protect was the only thing he could think. No matter what, he would protect this girl. His sister. No matter what, no harm would come to her. She would always see the world's beautiful colors, hear the music that he no longer could. In that one single moment nothing else would matter. Not how he was told to live up to his brother, not how he wasn't allowed to draw or paint, not how he had to learn the way of the sword. All he knew was that one single fact.[break][break]
The endless days continued, training for sword and pen. He had to know more. More and more, more so he could be of use so he might be able to do something. For Frey, to protect her. Keep her safe and away from all of the problems that come with being one of the Heirs to the family name. There was purpose in the learning now. A reason for him to try his best for these studies where there was previously no point. Just because it's 'what he had to do'. Now he wanted to be strong to protect, to help. [break][break]
Neither mind his company, Arthur learned quickly that his brother was a good person. A good man. Someone he could always rely on for anything. His sister was still beautiful and he respected her, protected her. Every sound was still a noise, but they helped him to see that not everything was just background. Just white noise that there was no point in listening to. He really believed what his mother had said. There was love among family, one that would never leave. He could believe that now, believed it as an absolute truth. A truth which he would continue to move forwards and strive towards.[break][break]
Then, there was her. A beautiful girl whom visited the family home as a guest. She was more beautiful than anyone else that Arthur had ever seen, with his mother and sister it was a difficult feat. Immediately he was swept off his feet, at a loss for words. The sixteen year old second son of the family name stumbled over his own feelings as he embarrassed himself in front of this girl. All he could remember was her laugh that day, not rude or teasing but of pure joy. There was no judgement, only happiness of how he acted. She relaxed him.[break][break]
Valerie was her name. Her family stayed for a while, using the back rooms and Arthur would stay with her as often as he could. Even coming into his room to hang out for a while. Her eyes were drawn to his paintings, the ones from his youngest years. 'Why are they in the drawer?' she would ask time and time again, with only 'they're pointless' as an answer. The sound continued to echo the noise. He could still hear it as she flicked through the paintings until she would look up. He felt a shiver roll down his spine when they made eye contact, holding it for such a long time.[break][break]
Suddenly there was no more noise, his walls weren't gray anymore. He could see her locks of charcoal-black hair, the sound of the birdsong through his window and the brightness. The warmth. Somehow this girl who he had only known for a short time had reminded him of how he had once seen the world in all it's vibrancy. She was his savior, his sunshine. The warmth was back in his world because of her. Her hair flew around the room as he lifted her up and spun her, laughing and crying and falling apart all at the same time. This feel was once he would always, always cherish.[break][break]
Then she was gone. Extinguished and without life. He had just taken her out to see the city, to take her to a field and watch her smile in the sunshine. All he did was turn his back for one second, she had screamed, he'd screamed, then a crack. Neither had seen the cliff face. Neither had seen the danger. She had fallen, he couldn't stop her. In that single moment everything was over. Arthur had lost her. There was nothing that could be done, not for all the healers and medicine available.[break][break]
From then on, there was no true love beyond that he shared with his family. Valarie had been his everything, his sunshine and the moonlight which guided his way. Never would he let his brother or his sister go through this. They would be protected, they would have his help always. He had flaws, he would throw himself at everyone who walked past but none of it would be real. Inside his heart were beautiful colors, hidden behind was the pain which life would bring.[break][break][break][break]
He continued on, this time on a different path. Once again he put down his brush. Once again he left the canvas behind, but he never forgot the colors. Both parents tried to tell him, to get him to focus on politics rather than the force. But defending the law felt like the best way to protect. To help. No defender could create magic at the same time, so he would use his learning to help. A detective solving the crimes around the cities. He never forgot a single client.[break][break]
Born into a world full of expectations, he has no idea what it may be like to have a certain feel of freedom. A flower who was made to be second in line after his brother, elder by five years. His shadow he always stepped in as it was constricting. It wasn't a mere shadow, it was a cage. There was no way to step into the shine of the light, no warmth to guide his hand. Yet his mother loved him, his father loved him. Why did he feel like this?[break][break]
Why
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[break][break]His mind saw the beauty in all things from the rivers to the trees and sunshine, no matter how old he grew he saw it. Each paper he was handed would have a handmade picture of what he could see nearby. An artist, people called him. Arthur McDuck wasn't meant to be an artist, he was meant to be a warrior. One who could defend the family, who could fight alongside his brother. It was forced, it was painful. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Not now not ever. Yet he did his best, he strived to achieve mastery of the sword and pen. To be on the same level as the brother who was so far ahead of him.[break][break]
y̵̯͚͇̰̜̣̫̅̊̎̈́̆̚͝o̴̢̰͔̰̳͊ų̵̣̤͔͎̻̬̩̊ ̶̡̼̮͓͇̯̙̎̀̈́̌ḩ̴̨͎̥͚̘͗͜a̵̠̞͇̬̔̽̎́̄͗̆͜d̵̯̯͂̿̂͂̀̾̉ ̴̩̜̫̠͕͙́̏͗͑͌͌͝t̷̨̨̳̭̤̩̍͂̆o̷̭͙̘͙͆̓̽̈́͘ ̶͈̥̩̑̏̊̉̾c̵͔̙̳̹̬̉̃̕ͅͅà̷̱̠͕̝̭̍͂͊͑t̵̤̦̺͇̤̖̞͆̐͊ͅc̸̢̧̪͔̝̗̪̿̅̐͘̚͝͝h̶̟̣̯̜͓̙͂͗̈́͝ ̸̳͉̱̟̬́͂͜ṷ̵̟͂̀̍̽͌́ṗ̸͎̇̌͜͠
[break][break]Years of training and learning, it dulled his pencil. Destroyed his paintbrush. There was no more beautiful sounds echoing into his room each day, only endless noise which distracted from his studies. He had to be better he had to be stronger. The younger brother was always overlooked, that's what those who looked after him without his siblings and parents said. He was more worthy of wielding the legacy, but he could tell they didn't believe such things. Empty words to keep him on the path he'd begun to walk. To force him to compete with a brother that he desperately wanted to love. Family was a bond, his mother always said. One that would never be broken.[break][break][break][break]
ẅ̶̧̢̢̖̬̦̞̺͎̖̬̠̤̦́̈́̆͂̎̒̎̆̍͑̏̔͘͜͠h̷̪̝̠̪͎̦̤̝̺̹̖̜̹͓̹̗̜̄ỹ̶̛͔̙̰̇̑̎̎̐͋̆̒̍̚
[break][break] ẅ̶̧̢̢̖̬̦̞̺͎̖̬̠̤̦́̈́̆͂̎̒̎̆̍͑̏̔͘͜͠h̷̪̝̠̪͎̦̤̝̺̹̖̜̹͓̹̗̜̄ỹ̶̛͔̙̰̇̑̎̎̐͋̆̒̍̚
[break][break] ẅ̶̧̢̢̖̬̦̞̺͎̖̬̠̤̦́̈́̆͂̎̒̎̆̍͑̏̔͘͜͠h̷̪̝̠̪͎̦̤̝̺̹̖̜̹͓̹̗̜̄ỹ̶̛͔̙̰̇̑̎̎̐͋̆̒̍̚
[break][break] ẅ̶̧̢̢̖̬̦̞̺͎̖̬̠̤̦́̈́̆͂̎̒̎̆̍͑̏̔͘͜͠h̷̪̝̠̪͎̦̤̝̺̹̖̜̹͓̹̗̜̄ỹ̶̛͔̙̰̇̑̎̎̐͋̆̒̍̚
[break][break] ẅ̶̧̢̢̖̬̦̞̺͎̖̬̠̤̦́̈́̆͂̎̒̎̆̍͑̏̔͘͜͠h̷̪̝̠̪͎̦̤̝̺̹̖̜̹͓̹̗̜̄ỹ̶̛͔̙̰̇̑̎̎̐͋̆̒̍̚
[break][break][break][break]Five years of living, five years of existing, brought something new. Something he didn't deserve. A sister. A beautiful baby girl who was one of the prettiest people he had ever seen, on par with how he saw his mother. Protect was the only thing he could think. No matter what, he would protect this girl. His sister. No matter what, no harm would come to her. She would always see the world's beautiful colors, hear the music that he no longer could. In that one single moment nothing else would matter. Not how he was told to live up to his brother, not how he wasn't allowed to draw or paint, not how he had to learn the way of the sword. All he knew was that one single fact.[break][break]
Protect Frey McDuck
[break][break]The endless days continued, training for sword and pen. He had to know more. More and more, more so he could be of use so he might be able to do something. For Frey, to protect her. Keep her safe and away from all of the problems that come with being one of the Heirs to the family name. There was purpose in the learning now. A reason for him to try his best for these studies where there was previously no point. Just because it's 'what he had to do'. Now he wanted to be strong to protect, to help. [break][break]
y̷̤̍ö̶̻́u̸̗͝ ̶͇̀m̷̠͆ẹ̶̑s̷̠̅s̶̞͑ ̵͇͒e̸͉͊v̶̮̚e̶̲͊r̵̨̐y̸̦̋t̷̹̿ḧ̴̰́í̴͚ń̷̳g̴̮͂ ̴͖̾u̵̟͘p̵̤̒
[break][break]Neither mind his company, Arthur learned quickly that his brother was a good person. A good man. Someone he could always rely on for anything. His sister was still beautiful and he respected her, protected her. Every sound was still a noise, but they helped him to see that not everything was just background. Just white noise that there was no point in listening to. He really believed what his mother had said. There was love among family, one that would never leave. He could believe that now, believed it as an absolute truth. A truth which he would continue to move forwards and strive towards.[break][break]
he loved his siblings, completely and truly
[break][break]Then, there was her. A beautiful girl whom visited the family home as a guest. She was more beautiful than anyone else that Arthur had ever seen, with his mother and sister it was a difficult feat. Immediately he was swept off his feet, at a loss for words. The sixteen year old second son of the family name stumbled over his own feelings as he embarrassed himself in front of this girl. All he could remember was her laugh that day, not rude or teasing but of pure joy. There was no judgement, only happiness of how he acted. She relaxed him.[break][break]
she brought back the music
[break][break]Valerie was her name. Her family stayed for a while, using the back rooms and Arthur would stay with her as often as he could. Even coming into his room to hang out for a while. Her eyes were drawn to his paintings, the ones from his youngest years. 'Why are they in the drawer?' she would ask time and time again, with only 'they're pointless' as an answer. The sound continued to echo the noise. He could still hear it as she flicked through the paintings until she would look up. He felt a shiver roll down his spine when they made eye contact, holding it for such a long time.[break][break]
'they're not pointless; they're beautiful'
[break][break]Suddenly there was no more noise, his walls weren't gray anymore. He could see her locks of charcoal-black hair, the sound of the birdsong through his window and the brightness. The warmth. Somehow this girl who he had only known for a short time had reminded him of how he had once seen the world in all it's vibrancy. She was his savior, his sunshine. The warmth was back in his world because of her. Her hair flew around the room as he lifted her up and spun her, laughing and crying and falling apart all at the same time. This feel was once he would always, always cherish.[break][break]
on his eighteenth birthday he would propose
[break][break]Then she was gone. Extinguished and without life. He had just taken her out to see the city, to take her to a field and watch her smile in the sunshine. All he did was turn his back for one second, she had screamed, he'd screamed, then a crack. Neither had seen the cliff face. Neither had seen the danger. She had fallen, he couldn't stop her. In that single moment everything was over. Arthur had lost her. There was nothing that could be done, not for all the healers and medicine available.[break][break]
h̷͍́e̷͓͝ ̸͍͑c̶͉͋o̷͙͘u̷̥͛ḽ̷͒d̵̟̓ ̵̨̾s̵͓̔e̵̱̒è̸̳ ̷͙̿t̶̹̕h̴̳͌ẹ̵͊ ̵̲͐ċ̵͚ọ̷͘l̸̡̓o̶͉̐ŗ̸͐,̷̲͠ ̴̰͋b̴̤̃ű̸̳t̶̜͐ ̴̥͝n̴̙͛o̵̝̚t̶̘́ ̴̭̈́t̶̜̊h̴͓̒e̶͕̒ ̷̝͛w̷̭͋ä̸̲́r̷̲̋m̶̡͐t̷̲̔h̷̤̽
[break][break]From then on, there was no true love beyond that he shared with his family. Valarie had been his everything, his sunshine and the moonlight which guided his way. Never would he let his brother or his sister go through this. They would be protected, they would have his help always. He had flaws, he would throw himself at everyone who walked past but none of it would be real. Inside his heart were beautiful colors, hidden behind was the pain which life would bring.[break][break][break][break]
d̴̨̡̩͔̹̫̺̯͓̤̹̭̫̍͐̒̄͝a̷̢̧̡̛̪͍̹͈̠̻̖̗̱̼̮̝͗͒̈̔̚m̵̡̢̛̙͈̪̠͎̻̬̰̼̳̞͈̊̏̇̎̒̚a̵̢̗̣̯̽̿͋̓̿̈́̀͘͠g̶̡̢̘͚͆̓͒̐͝͠͠ȩ̶̧̛̤̭͔̘͓̹̌̐͆̈́͐̑͒̆͜͠d̷̘̻̲̼̦̠͕̾͗̏̍̆̑̽̃̊̈́́̔̅͘̚ ̵̧͈͇̪̞̹̜̜̟̩͖͔̓͜a̷͚̥̗̎ņ̶̻͓͙̫̹̩̬̪͒̇̂̊̎͌͛͋͝͝͠ḑ̶̣̗̮͉̑̀͌̽̽̑̉̓̎̈́͊̊̀̏͜͝͝ ̶̛̖̻̼̘̬̖͎̤̤̓̃͛̏͐̈́̓́͒̽̈́̓b̵̺̟͇̳͎̻̂̂̌̌͋̊̀͜ͅr̴̢̡̧̡͔̙̞̲̪̘̰̜̞̤̜͂ö̴̟̹̰̪̼̠͙̻͑͒̆͗͛̊̊͂̎͂̍̂̆͒́͜k̴͎̪̳͙̻̭͎̠̾̂͛͂̓̑̆͂͛̂͜͠ḙ̸̡̤̭͓̺̝̜̯̟̝̜͔͂͐̊̇͒͘͝͝ṋ̸̢̭͓͙̞̟̤̮̰̯̻̘̘̼́͗̀͛ ̸̨̢̩̘̬̗̯̹͚̪͈͉͑͛́̿̀̒̊̓͋͊̐͜͜͝͝b̷͉̈́̿û̸̩͆̊̏̈́͗̎̈́̋͆̊̂̽̍͠t̵̳͚͕̱̲̞̩͎̗̙̖̠͉̞̥͉͐͑́ ̵̹͍̞͓̎͂́̌̓̍̈̓̊̈́̌̊́͠͠i̶̧͍̠̜̺̟̜͇̔́̾̋͗̋̈́̎͜͝t̵̡̨̳̻͎̟̣̩̹̺͍̻̽͑̄͌̑̀̀̎̐̓̔̚͜͠'̶̖͊̋͆͐́̂s̵̨͓̮͚̝̫̟̞̩̞͈̩̻͌́͜ͅͅ ̶̖̱̙̣̼̣̿̿̎̑̇̔̈̔͑̊͝f̶̨̡͙͓͕̟̱̰͈͍͍͔̼͙̻̲̽̓̎i̷̲͈̦̪̩͍̺̥̱̱̝̜͓̺̯̜̾̓̇̅́̉͝ń̵͔̓̀̽̉͝ȩ̴̝̠̇
[break][break]He continued on, this time on a different path. Once again he put down his brush. Once again he left the canvas behind, but he never forgot the colors. Both parents tried to tell him, to get him to focus on politics rather than the force. But defending the law felt like the best way to protect. To help. No defender could create magic at the same time, so he would use his learning to help. A detective solving the crimes around the cities. He never forgot a single client.[break][break]
the McDuck family were those he was defending
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