Summary: It all started with a book found in Danny's locker, next thing you know, he's in the middle of a war, trying to prevent an ancient evil from returning, his parents have kept secret from him that could change everything, and Vlad Masters is actually trying to help? The world must be in serious trouble.
Author's Note: I had this idea for a while and of course had to write it. (Which probably wasn't the best idea because I have way too much homework.) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter of my new fanfic!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, besides ant original characters mentioned in the story.
Chapter 1 – New Perspective
"Don't let her escape!"
"Destroy her if you must, but don't destroy the Book!"
I heard shouting from all around me. I held this strange and ominous book onto dear life, as it was trying to lead me to its destination. I tried to close my eyes, hoping what I was doing for the right thing. I was scared for another war to begin. I was scared of the darkness that wanted to swallow the Ghost Zone and the world of the living. I was scared for my own afterlife.
Enemy ghosts were trying to surround me, but the Book carried me faster than I could ever dream of. Everything around me seemed to stir into a blur and tears rolled down my face. I stole something precious, something that could determine everything and I knew that this was my duty to deliver it to its rightful place. This was my fate.
Eventually, the book pulled me out of the ghost zone and I arrived in a strange lab in the world of the living. I opened my eyes and noticed all the expensive equipment and the sheer size that caused me to be impressed. I started floating around, curious of why the book had stopped.
"What are you doing in my lab?"
I turned around to see another ghost. He had sharp, black pointed hair and blue skin that looked as cool as ice. His red eyes staring angrily into mine and his white cape hanging smoothly over his back.
I held onto the book even tighter. I could sense his darken heart without knowing who he was.
He looked from my eyes onto the book and grinned, "I'm guessing that has some value to it? May I see it?"
The book suddenly glowed and began to shake, almost as if it was trying to talk.
I slowly began backing away until I heard more voices coming from the portal, "She went in there! Let's go! We can't lose that Book!"
I immediately took off, and phased through the floors until I ended up floating above the gigantic house. The morning sun was peaking over the horizon, coloring the sky in a mix of blues and pinks. The branches on the trees blew quietly in the wind and the birds began singing, oblivious to their surroundings. Before I could relax, the book acted up again and pulled me across the morning sky and through a small town called Amity Park.
I slowly looked behind and noticed that group of ghosts were still chasing after me.
"You owe me for this one book…" I mumbled quietly.
Before I knew it, the book started heading towards what looked like a high school. It began to glow with excitement and began twisting through the air, ready to enter the structure. I closed my eyes again, turned invisible and let the book take me to where it wanted to go.
Finally the book stopped and I was hovering over a high school student and his locker. His pointed black hair and is sharp blue eyes, hung over in a tired manner as he tried to unlock his locker. I looked at him and eventually recognized that he was the halfa that had been spoken about throughout the Ghost Zone. The one that defeated the Ghost King and saved both our worlds.
I looked down and noticed the book continued to glow rapidly and I knew what it wanted. I slowly phased the book into his locker before the other ghost came.
Suddenly, the ghost boy's hung his mouth open and an icy cold wisp escaped his lips. He quickly spun around, looking around in what looked like a battle stance.
I tried to float away without him noticing, but was suddenly ambushed when the trio of ghosts appeared and slammed me against the cold, high school floor.
Children began screaming and they all bolted from the scene. Sweat rolled down my face as I was pinned by the alpha of the group. His sharp pointed teeth grinned at me and his claw like fingers dung into my shoulders. His smile soon faded when he noticed I was empty handed.
"Where is the book!?"
His hand began to glow with ectoplasmic power, preparing to attack.
This was it.
"Hey dumb and ugly! This is a school not a battle ground!" It a matter of seconds, my attacker was blasted by someone else's ghost ray.
Danny Phantom stood next to me wearing a black jumpsuit with white, silver hair and neon green eyes. His hands were glowing green and his power was almost intimidating to stand near.
He eventually turned to me and helped me to my feet, "Are you ok?"
"Yes…thank you."
"Soldiers! Attack!"
I quickly hid behind Phantom. I was never really good at fighting.
Phantom launched himself off the ground and flew at incredible speeds. With it, he dove his fist into one of the soldiers' face. The force of impact sent the corrupt ghost flying through the building onto the court yard. The other soldier tried to sneak around and surprised Phantom from behind. He failed, and was blasted with am ice incursion, which froze him solid.
The young hybrid used his thermos device and captured the two wounded ghost. The leader of the group was the last one standing, sweat covered face of pure fear.
"Stand down ghost boy. I don't want to fight you. I only want the girl."
"Should've said that instead of unleashing your goons at us." Phantom commented.
The ghost boy began charging another one of his ectoplasmic attacks. The alpha charged as fast as he could with his spectral claws, ready to attack. By the time the intrusive ghost was a foot in front of the halfa, Phantom attacked, sending the ghost soaring across the school ground.
Phantom floated over and with ease, captured the ghost. He then sighed and looked at me, "Why were these jerks after you? Who are you?"
I wrapped my arms around myself, taking in a moment of silence, "My name is Funrahiik and I was trying to prevent a war from starting again…"
"A war? What war? How can I help?"
I smiled, "Your blood will guide you through victory…"
Phantom rubbed his forehead in annoyance, "You're not really answering my questions. And my blood? You have to be clearer."
Eventually, I vanished from the scene. Leaving no trace behind. I didn't want to leave the young hybrid, but this was a quest he would have to take. For now, my mission was complete.
When darkness ruled the ancient world, the realm of the living and the dead believed peace was nonexistent. Only a fairy tale that they would tell each other to keep hope alive. The realms were constantly in war, flooded by the blood of the fallen and smoke that filled every corner. Cities crumbled and the balance between the two worlds were falling apart. However, three mysterious, dragon like beings appeared from out of nowhere and with their combined powers, ended the chaos. Humans believed the creatures to be gods because of their powerful ectoplasmic powers and the ghosts themselves looked to them as kings of peace.
Eventually, the three beings split apart and decided to watch over the realms, so darkness would never stand tall again. Odnehviir, the Dragon of Ice, watched over the realm of the living. She carried no wings, but did give a wolf like appearance with horns made of ice and armor made from the strongest of metals. Her back was covered in icicles to protect herself from foes and a thick white coat to protect her from her ice abilities. The humans believed that seeing her presence would mean good luck to those who struggled in the winter weather. Nahagliiv, the Dragon of Fire, watched over the realm of the dead. His body long serpent like body carried six legs with wings that spawned from fire. Long spikes stretched along his spine and his head was covered with multiple horns. The spirits of the dead claimed that he was the rightful king to their world. Though he was rarely seen by humans, he was believed to take a similar appearance to a Chinese Imperial Dragon. Finally there was Sahloknir, the Dragon of Balance, whom watched over the passage between the two worlds. It was believed that he would guide lost spirits from the realm of the dead to the afterlife and would even watch over Odnehviir and Nahagliiv. His appearance, written by the Ancients, described him as a wyvern like dragon whose four wings were made of pure, white ectoplasmic powers giving almost a shredded, cloth like appearance. Green ectoplasmic veins circled around his body, his head carried two horns as sharp as a newly sharpened blades, and white hair that blew in the ominous winds of the realm of the dead.
For thousands of years, they fought against any evil the spawned and the worlds were finally at peace. However…
"Danny? Are you actually studying?"
Daniel Fenton shot up from the book he was reading and gave a quick glance at his African American friend who carried a smile that stretched from ear to ear. He simply rolled his eyes and closed the book, setting it on the table where they were gathered.
"Actually, Tuck, I found this book sitting in my locker."
"In your locker? Who put it there?"
"Probably that ghost I rescued…"
"You rescued a ghost? From who? What did I miss?"
"Long story…well not really. Just weird."
Tucker looked at the ancient book and noticed a strange dragon crescent glowing in the center of the cover. The book looked as if it was about to fall apart and the pages looked as if they were burnt. He slowly backed away, wanting no interest in whatever Danny was reading. He sat back down at his usual spot at their lunch table and continued eating his tasteless cafeteria food.
"Sounds kind of ominous, but hey that's your life. I'm sadly not shocked by this sort of thing anymore."
"What's ominous?" Danny turned around to see Sam walking over, with her veggie filled lunch box and her spider book bag that swung over her shoulder.
"This book I found. Though if it isn't in a PDF format, Tucker has no interest in it and has classified it as ominous."
"Not twrue!" Tucker yelled with his mouth full of food.
"Seriously Tuck? Do we have to go over table manners again?" Sam asked annoyingly. Tucker groaned and continued shoveling food into his mouth, not wanting to be criticize by Sam for the millionth time.
Sam rolled her lavender colored eyes until they laid eyes on Danny's book. She reached over and picked it up, examining the leather bound book, "So where did you find this? It looks like it has been passed around for centuries."
"I found it just hanging out in my locker. There was this ghost I helped, and she was saying she was trying to prevent a war and…I don't know. This is so confusing!" Danny's head immediately fell onto the table from the sear exhaustion of ghost fighting the night before. He was out almost all night dealing with Skulker, Ember, and a few other ghosts. By the time he got home and tried cramming his homework, it was already 3 in the morning.
"That's usually the case, isn't it? Some crazy save the world thing again." Sam sarcastically asked. She eventually opened the book and flipped through the pages, exploring the intramural of the pages. However, something was off about the book. It was written in some ancient language she had never see before and pages glowed with a green hues that made her feel uncomfortable. "Well, whatever is written in here looks like it was written a long time ago. I've never seen this language before. Maybe it was a language ghosts use to write in."
"Are you sure Sam? I was just reading it fine a few minutes ago…well besides some weird names that were difficult to pronounce," Danny grabbed the book and flipped through the texts and images that he had just read, "See? It says 'When darkness ruled the ancient world…"
"Let me see!" Tucker reached over as Danny handed him the book, "Dude, this isn't written in English, that's for sure. There isn't even any characters similar to our language!"
Danny was shocked by the discovery and looked again at the pages, trying to prove that there was some English literature written in the pages. He was able to understand it to an extent, but why couldn't his friends read it? Was he going crazy from lack of sleep? He quickly closed the book and pushed it toward the center of the table.
"Maybe because you're a half ghost? Maybe it's a language ghost naturally know?" Sam questioned.
"Possibly, but it's still a little creepy." Danny mumbled.
The lunch bell's ring finally echoed through the cafeteria, and the students began leaving for class. Danny quickly grabbed the ancient book and stuffed it into his book bag and followed the rest of his friends out.
"So, what are you going to do with that old book?" Tucker asked.
"I don't know…maybe I should go to Frostbite or even Clockwork, see if they know anything about it. Or at least ask if they know a place for me to get rid of it…it kind of creeps me out."
"Creeps you out? Is it because you can read an unknown language? Personally, I think that's pretty cool!" Sam exclaimed, trying to make the young hybrid feel better.
"That is kind of weird, but no. For some reason I feel drawn to it, like I should continue reading it for some reason…maybe that's why I'm a little weirded out."
While walking through the hallway to class, Danny suddenly froze in place. His heart for some reason began to beat faster and foreign thoughts entered his mind. The other students pushed their way past him, as if he wasn't there. A quiet voice was whispering to him almost as if it was pleading. Danny spun around, looking for a least a ghost, but there was nothing. Not even his ghost sense went off. Rubbing his temple, he hoped he was just hearing things, but the voice continued.
"gaaf kiir…"
Danny quickly ran down the hall and entered his English class. He immediately sat down in his desk and tried closing his eyes. He began breathing slowly, trying to slow down his heart beat.
"gaaf kiir…zu'u praag hi"
The young halfa tried to ignore it. He was confused, it was like someone was pleading for help through his thoughts.
"Danny?"
Danny quickly did a small leap out of his chair, as he felt someone grab his shoulder. He immediately spun around only to see Sam with a concerned look on her face.
"Danny? Are you alright? You totally blanked out and ran off to class ahead of us."
"Yeah," Tucker said, cutting in, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Ha ha Tucker." Danny mumbled sarcastically.
"What! I couldn't resist!"
"Never mind him Danny…are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, but tonight I need to get rid of this book. I have a bad feeling about carrying this around."
"Did the dark and creepy cover give it away that is was evil?" Tucker asked.
Danny started to feel better with his friends around, but has soon as Mr. Lancer entered the class his head started to hurt again. Sweat began to form on his face and his vision became foggy. He closed his eyes again, trying to focus on the lecture instead.
"zu'u praag hi…"
Please stop.
"gaaf kiir…"
This pain…in my head. Please stop.
"gaaf kiir…"
Daniel suddenly jumped from his desk and ran right out the door as fast as he could.
"Daniel? Where are you going? Are you alright?" His English teacher asked, but Danny was already half way down the hallway, unable to hear the concern teacher.
"We'll go check on him!" Sam and Tucker announced, as they too way there way out of the classroom.
They chased him down, until they found him running into the locker room. As they entered, Daniel was rinsing his face with water, practically hanging over the sink.
"Danny?" Tucker reached over, and put his hand on his shoulder, trying to support him.
"Ofaal tir do dii klov!" Daniel yelled. After the words escaped his lips, his heart beat began to slow back down and he could feel his ice core beginning to cool him down. His vision started to clear and he could see Sam and Tucker's reflection in the mirror as they stood behind him, "…I think…I'm losing my mind."
"You think!?" Sam asked, bewildered.
"If you're so sick, that you're speaking another language…you might want to consider calling home."
"Another lang…? Never mind, I'm not going to ask." Danny reached over and grabbed some paper towel to dry of the mess that splashed all over his face.
He slowly walked out of the locker room and started walking toward the main office to call home. By the time he hung up the phone, he could have sworn that his parents flew the assault vehicle they arrived so fast.
By the time Danny made it home, he laid on his bed in silent. The voice no longer bothered him. He glanced over at his book bag that carried the ancient book and saw the corner of it peeking out, as if watching him. He walked over, pushed the book in and zipped it up, immediately throwing it in his closet.
His bedroom door flew open, only to reveal his mother in her typical blue jumpsuit and a plate full of medicine. She walked over and stuck a thermostat in his mouth and began feeling his forehead.
"You do have a little fever, sweetie. But nothing too severe. Just get some rest, ok?"
Danny nodded and simply rolled into bed. Personally, he hated school, but missing it was no fun either. It just means more for him to catch up on. He was so far behind anyways, he really couldn't afford a sick day. But personally, he would rather be home than at school with a fever, blurting out random words that weren't even English.
His eyes rolled backed over until he was facing the closet. Instinctively, he walked out of bed, opened the closet door, and reached into his book bag and grabbed the ancient text.
He crawled back into bed and opened the book to where he left off.
…However, their peace could not stay eternal. Darkness always finds a way to break from its seal. Eventually, Nahagliiv, became consumed by what he was trying to protect his realm from. He enjoyed the taste of the darkness and began to spread it across the realm of the dead. The legend states, that somehow, Nahagliiv made his way past Sahloknir and made his way into the realm of the living, where he slayed Odnehviir, believing he should be the only one standing to rule all. (No one is quite sure how he slayed Odnehviir, since her power was equal to his.) Sahloknir discovered the death of his fallen friend and went after Nahagliiv. The Dragon of Fire also went after Sahloknir to kill him once and for all. Their legendary battle turned the realms in a terrible battle ground, and many lives were lost. Eventually, Sahloknir imprisoned Nahagliiv in another dimension, so peace could finally be restored. However, the Observants voted against Sahloknir's presence, and believed he too should be sealed away. His power was a threat, and they feared he too would be consumed by darkness. Sahloknir, though against the imprisonment, followed through, and was sealed away in the far corners of the realm of the dead.
With the three dragons gone, the realms continued on their own paths, eventually separating even further apart until there was little to no contact. Darkness roamed, but so did light. Neither one could diminish the other like it had in the past.
Sometime later, a ghost by the name Pariah…
"What are you reading Danny?"
His state of trance was depleted, when he saw his older sister, Jazz standing over him with a glass of water in her hands.
"Oh…uh…just an old book." Danny quickly closed it and stuffed it under his pillow.
"Ah huh…so, I got you a glass of water. Mom and dad said you called home sick. So, I got you some water. They say you should drink lots of water when you're sick and to avoid strenuous activities."
"Uh…thanks Jazz."
She smiled after handing the glass to the sickened teen, "No problem little bro."
By the time she walked out, Sam and Tucker came storming in as fast as they could.
"Brought you your missed work." Tucker said with an evil grin after dropping it at the foot of Danny's bead.
"Jeez, thanks." Danny picked up the work sheets and began flipping through them.
"So, speaking anymore crazy languages?" Tucker asked.
"No…thankfully."
"I fear all this may be connected to that book you found." Sam feared.
"I think so too. But, I feel there is a reason I have it. And if it is a key to prevent some war, it has to be important. Also, those goons that were chasing after Funrahiik must have been after this."
"Funra-what?"
"Funrahiik, the ghost I rescued."
"Oh, I knew that." Tucker quickly stated before hopping onto his PDA.
"Danny!" The door flew open to reveal, his dad in his orange jumpsuit and a grin from ear to ear, "Hopefully you're feeling better! Vladdy has stopped by to visit!"
Sam and Tucker both looked at Danny as he slowly hid under his blankets in defeat.
The voice in Danny's head was saying, "Ghost child, I need you." And he exclaimed, "Get out of my head!"
The language is based on the Thu'um of the Dovah from the Elder Scroll series.
This was a good length for a first chapter, well in my opinion. Please leave a review on what you guys think and I'll update as soon as I can!
~ DragonRider17