Book 1: The Phantom's Wings

by JonBell

Adapted from Goldfinch142's original book Messenger and rewritten to suit my (JonBell's) tastes. I ain't gotta cite no rights except to Butch Hartman and I find it fairly obvious that it is redundant to do so. Behold the "glory" of a somewhat original Phanfic! Also, read my friend Hakken-Senshi's story and review, he is getting lonely

1. Prologue

Prologue

Danny Fenton yawned as he pulled his textbook out of his backpack. Lancer's big English test that will, "stimulate the mind and lead to a better life," was tomorrow. He really did not want to study, but he failed his last English exam, and was already on the brink of flunking. Besides, he had been feeling strange all day, especially his back, for whatever reason. He just wanted to sleep. However, he could not. Therefore, He strolled over to his bed, flopped down, and opened his book and began to read. One very uneventful study-filled hour passed.

"Great, just great!" Danny grumbled. "While I am stuck here cramming, Sam and Tucker will have a Mega Movie Monday Marathon without me! Guess that it is just my luck that Skulker, Ember, and the Box Ghost show up during my study time, all at once."

He sighed, stood up, and stretched…or at least tried to before excruciating pain shot through his back. Danny let out a sharp gasp of pain and staggered to his bed again as black dots burst into his vision.

Crud! Mom and Dad are at a ghost convention and Jazz is at the library! Danny thought foggily. He knew he would not last much screamed as the dots overwhelmed him and he collapsed on his bed. The last thing the ghost heard before blackingout was a loud ripping sound as the world faded to black.

-DP-

Danny groaned. He remembered studying, and then…passing out, but why? He was quickly reminded by a stab of pain coming from his back. It felt strangely heavy, but light at the same time. It was weird. He glanced at the clock and saw that it read 6:15 a.m.

Since when do I wake up at 6:15 a.m.? He shifted and reached for his back with his right hand. The hand ran along his spine until it touched feathers. Feathers?

Danny froze.

He rubbed his fingers up and down what felt like…a wing. The halfa immediately jumped up and ran to the mirror. His eyes widened and he slowly turned around, crystal blue eyes transfixed on the smooth glass. There, on his back, ripped through his undershirt, were two large, glossy, raven-black angel wings.

Danny then proceeded to have a silent freak-out.