In the ancient mountain path where treetops meet the sky, a powerful magician named Dravenius wandered beneath the moonlit night...his steps soft and slow, a kind heart glowing bright.
Once known as Dravenius Grimwald Von Thurmavex, a man consumed by greed and hoarding, he had undergone a transformation of character. Choosing a different path. He turned his vast fortune toward humility and kindness...
...he uplifted Quackingwaxx, hosted events, sponsored festivals, and offered rewards for duck races, filling the hearts of many with joy and hope. Yet, whispers lingered in the shadows, claiming his generosity was fueled by the secret of manifesting diamonds.
His wealth was no ordinary treasure.
As a wizard, his most cherished possession was his Spellbook
—a collection of spells so refined, so potent, that none dared challenge him.
That is, until the Maidens of the Blade Velora and Cindrelle, set their sights on it. Driven by hunger, pain, and a ruthless desire for power, the sisters ambushed Dravenius, stealing his spellbook and leaving him utterly defenseless. His once-mighty magic was stripped away, leaving him powerless and broken in the mountain’s grip.
Word of his fall and the theft of the Spellbook spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of an old hero far from his prime. A once-fearsome warrior Sir Gallivar the Just now frail and wandering, he found his mind slipping, but the call for vengeance stirred a spark in his heart: “A quest is what is needed” the old duck decreed, “though these knees creak and my wing shake vengeance will be mine!” blade in hand, while storming out to seek retribution for his fallen friend. His young caretaker shouting after him...
They will face the Sisters of the Blade and try to recover the stolen Spellbook, but first they must travel to Skull Island to seek the advice of Princess Skullarella. She is the only duck that could know where the sisters might hide away. Tucked away on a remote island hidden in the sea.
His companion Eldrin, a young and untested caretaker, had been assigned to look after the old hero, keeping him safe from harm and grounded in reality. But now, with his charge fueled by vengeance and determined to face the Maidens of the Blade, the caretaker found himself thrust into a role far beyond his experience.
The journey was fraught with peril, but the old hero and his caretaker pressed on, intent on finding the Maidens. Through thick fog and craggy cliffs, they ventured, driven by the righteousness of revenge and the memory of Dravenius’s generosity.
When they confronted the sisters, blades flashing in the air, the tide of battle turned grim. Sir Gallivar though still skilled, was no match for the fury and precision of Velora and Cindrelle. Their blades danced like shadows, swift and merciless. It was in this moment that the caretaker, filled with a strange courage, stepped forward. Armed with nothing but his determination he fought with the heart of a lion.
Sir Gallivar though beaten and bruised, managed to land a powerful strike that defeated Velora, a blow that weakened the sisters, but at great cost to his own life.
In the end, both Sir Gavilar and the Sisters were left broken and bloodied, but not forgotten. As the battle’s dust settled, the cautious sister of the blade, Cindrelle, wounded and weary, found herself looking at the caretaker—his courage, his sacrifice, something she had never known in the harsh world of thieves and betrayal. For the first time in years, something stirred in her heart, something far from the coldness she had hardened herself to.
Against the backdrop of moonlit trees and the remnants of battle, the caretaker Eldrin, now victorious, found solace in his quiet bravery. He had avenged his master’s fall and reclaimed the spellbook, but in doing so, he had also found something he hadn’t expected: love.
Cindrelle, now disarmed, knelt before him. Her blade was no longer her weapon of choice, for her heart had been captured by the very one she once sought to destroy.
Together, they walked from the wreckage, a pair bound by fate and the unlikeliest of loves, while the world of Quackingwaxx hummed quietly behind them.
The end
Hiroshi Reforged/
A Quackingwaxx story:
The Bandits' Plot
Driven by greed and the lust for power, a band of greedy ninja ducks Goro, Shiro and Kaito "The Wolf" sought to control the entire coastline near QuackingWaxx. Among the last pieces of land they needed was a humble farm, owned by Hiroshi and his family.
The farm's strategic location would grant them dominance over the fertile lands and lucrative trade routes. The bandits, led by a cunning leader, used threats and violence to coerce Hiroshi into selling his land. When he refused, valuing his home and heritage, the bandits attacked ruthlessly, killing his family in their desperate quest for control.
Their ambition knew no bounds, fueled by the desire to monopolize the coast and exploit its resources. Their power grew with each acquisition, but their corruption left a trail of blood and sorrow, marking them as a blight upon the land they coveted so fiercely.
Blacksmith Kintaro
Nestled amidst serene bamboo groves, lived a unique blacksmith named Kintaro. But Kintaro wasn't just any blacksmith—he was a duck blessed with a rare gift passed down through generations of feathered artisans. His enchanted forge was a legacy from his master, who recognized Kintaro's exceptional talent at a young age.
Every evening, as the village fell silent, the forge would come alive with the sound of Kintaro's work. "Dark in the night, the charcoal burns bright, the bellows blow, and the hammer strikes," the villagers would whisper, watching the glow from the forge dance against the night sky.
Kintaro's craft was renowned far and wide, for each blade he forged was not just a weapon but a reflection of its owner's soul. Before cooling each blade, he would inscribe an ancient haiku, believed to capture the essence of the wielder:
*A silent river,
Flows deep with unseen power,
Strength in still waters."
Hiroshi´s vengeance
One day, a warrior arrived, seeking a blade unlike any other. He was a quiet man, with eyes that spoke of battles fought and burdens carried. Kintaro listened to the warrior's story and set to work. As sparks flew and the hammer sang, the sword took shape, delicate yet deadly, reflecting the warrior's inner strength and quiet resolve.
When the blade was complete, Kintaro inscribed a haiku that told the warrior's untold story:
*In stillness it waits,
Reflecting on the quiet storm,
The blade's silent edge."
The warrior accepted the blade with a bow, knowing that it was not just a weapon, but a testament to his life's journey. As he departed, the villagers marvelled at the wisdom of the blacksmith duck.
Fueled by a desire for justice, Hiroshi took up the sword, vowing to avenge his loved ones. He trained tirelessly, becoming a skilled warrior. Over the years, he hunted down each bandit until none remained.
