The truth should not always be told, or discovered for that matter. It can lead to the most terrifying moment of your life. It could change it-forever. What if you had no chance, you had to accept the fact that you and your life were going to change, and not in a good way? That's what I had to face.
And who am I? What happened to me? That's not important right now. All I need to tell you for now is how it all started.
It was a Friday afternoon, and three friends were walking along rows of old green oak trees and side-by-side houses. As time passed by, one friend left the rest as they caught sight of their houses, first the goth girl and then, minutes later, the African-American techno geek, until only one was left.
He was a fourteen year old boy with shaggy raven black hair and sky blue eyes, wearing a white shirt with blazing red accents on the ends of the sleeves and around the neck, with a red oval in the center of his chest, and blue jeans, red shoes on his feet. The boy then arrived at his home-a brick house with a green and orange sign saying 'Fenton Works' on it, and an unusual metal building of some sort on top.
Suddenly his parents, a woman with short orange hair and light violet eyes wearing a blue hazmat jumpsuit, and a huge black haired man, some of it graying, with blue eyes and a bright orange hazmat jumpsuit, ran out of the front door "Ghost!" they yelled, thinking there was a ghost nearby.
"Where the heck is there a ghost around here?" the boy nervously asked.
Looking at some sort of radar, his mother, Maddie, said to him "You didn't see any ghost, Danny? But the Specter Detector picked up that there was one around here. Oh well…"
"It didn't work again?" the man, Jack, asked his wife "That's weird."
Still a little nervous, Danny rushed out of the conversation "Well I better go inside and, um, do some homework, okay?" and he hurried himself inside.
Why yes, his parents are a little unusual. Okay, very unusual. They're ghost hunters, you see, with weapons and a lab and everything. They can be a little weird sometimes, but they're both pretty average when it comes to dealing with everything else besides, well, their jobs.
"Phew" Danny said to himself, running to his room and throwing himself onto the bed, tossing his backpack to the side.
A light blue wisp of air flew out his mouth.
'What is it now?' he thought.
He then turned to see a metal glove of some sort, with four red, blue, and yellow gems. It was glowing a scarlet glow and was resting on the open windowsill.
"What's this doing here?" he asked himself, not a hint of surprise on his face. And then he transformed, two light blue glowing rings forming around him, one moving up and one down. It revealed a ghost with a black jumpsuit on, white gloves, boots, and belt with it, and a little white emblem, a p inside of a d with points on the little ends, in the center of his chest. His white hair and bright green eyes were completely different than the color they were before.
Indeed, he took no surprise to this, like it was completely normal. Because it was. You see, Danny is half ghost, or a 'halfa' as many call those who are half alive and half dead. There were only three of these of these halfas then. But soon there will be four.
The ghost boy then walked towards the mysterious gauntlet and put it on his right arm. He thought for a minute of the past three months and how everything had changed, all because of that one ghoulish asteroid. Yes, the 'disasteroid' as citizens of the world called it. That worldwide incident not only put the world in danger, but it also revealed his secret identity, his ghostly self: 'Danny Phantom', who he made a hero over time. His family knew, his friends knew, everybody in the whole world knew who his secret identity really was after that day when he saved the world. He thought that everything would be fine after that fateful day when he was confident enough to transform human in front of everybody.
But he never expected what would happen after that moment. Fame, press, fans, it was all the price of having everyone knowing the truth. Posters, billboards, and even TV featured him-Fenton and Phantom, and he hated it. He never thought that anything like that would happen, but it was the obvious truth. Danny had been experiencing this torture for three months then, and he had been searching for a way out of it. Clockwork, Desiree, the boy couldn't think of a solution that didn't have a major flaw in it. Until then.
The gauntlet-that was the answer to his problems. He remembered using it to make everyone forget that he was the ghost boy back when things went wrong at the 'Dumpty Humpty' concert, and he revealed his identity. But when everything was right again, he destroyed the glove. So why was it there?
'This is the answer to this mess.' He thought 'I can be normal-well kind of normal, again.'
Gauntlet on, he thought 'Okay, okay, what to change. Um, everyone shouldn't know that Danny Phantom is Danny Fenton, except for, or course, everyone who knew before the 'Disasteroid' incident.' It started to glow, along with the gem of reality. It was working, he could tell. All of the sudden, a burst of light from that gauntlet, for only a moment, shone across the world-making the raven haired boy's plea come true.
He thought that this as the exorcism of the life he lived and loved before. It was, but that newly reborn reality would again very soon after that. And what, or who would cause that. Me.
The flash of light faded away, and everything was as if nobody knew the truth about the ghost boy, just like he wanted. It saved him from even more torture. But as I said, it comes back soon.
So he took the gauntlet off, hid it in a drawer, and thought 'There. Everything should be back to normal now. Phew.'
He thought that was the end of his troubles, too bad that wasn't true.
You know the beginning now, how it all started. But there's still so much to tell. Aren't you wondering who I am, and what my very presence did to this poor boy? I guess it's about time I told you about myself-dare to read on and see you yourself.