Prologue

July 7, 1947; just outside the town of Roswell, New Mexico.

Report: An experiment weather balloon test ended badly when a negligent soldier fired upon vessel mistaking it for an enemy aircraft. The prototype crashed and vanished deep into the wilderness of the surrounding desert. The offending soldier was charged with the task of recovering the weather balloon with his superior officer for backup. Armed with two flashlights, and a thermos they ventured to find the missing probe…what they found was something much more extraordinary.

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They wander the desert; Private First Class Rick Spangle and Private Third Class Jasper-

"FENTON, how did you drag me into this mess?" Spangle cried waving his flashlight. "I wasn't even the one who shot down the dang thing? Why do I always end up having to clean up your mess?

"Well, Spongy you are my commanding officer, you should have told me that you were having a test run," he happily responded.

"That's Spangle to you Fenton and I told you a dozens of times. If your one track mind would stay focused for once we wouldn't be here right now!"

"Say, would you like some coffee, it's my own home brew. Just like mom used to make."

SLAP, Spangle slapped his forehead as he ignorantly poured his coffee from his thermos cup. Spangle knew he had once again lost track of the conversation. That is when he spotted a sight of relief in the shinning glow from the remains of a wrecked weather balloon embedded in the sand.

"Finally, we can end this. Fenton, help me get this thing out of the dirt so we can head back to base," he said. He gripped his hands on the balloon and started pulling.

"Can do Spongy," he said helping grab a hold on the device. They pulled with every last bit of strength, but couldn't seem to make it budge. It almost felt like something else was pulling on the device. They persisted, until finally they unearthed the balloon device along with something unexpected.

Fenton noticed it right away; it was an eerie rock shaped like a box with some symbols and glyphs engraved on its surface. Immediately, he dropped the probe right on Spangle's foot as he came over to pick it up off the ground. Spangle scream in pain as Fenton examined the box in his hands.

"Check it out Spongy; it's some sort of weird doodad," he declared.

"Fenton you fool; why do you do this to me!" he cried.

"I've read about these things, it's like an arrow head on it's squared that must mean it's worthy twice as much."

"Will you forget about that stupid rock and help me move this thing! I'm not letting you make me look bad again."

While Spangle got back on task, Fenton began grabbing the box like a puzzle. Finally, he found he could open the box and inside he found a strange black light coming from a mysterious treasure inside. It was round like a globe and as black as the abyss of space. It was hard as steel, but as light as a feather. The black sphere seemed to shine with a powerful glare that seemed to look like a skull face staring right back at Fenton's reflection. As the skull face faded back into the black ball, Fenton smile with amazement as he thought to figure out what it was for.

"Spongy, it looks like found myself a new bowling ball."

"Fenton!" called Spangle.

What neither of them noticed was a great green mist lingering above. The spiraling void in the sky formed a giant eye of a large and powerful specter. Its astral body was large and muscular and although it had no mouth it gave out a thunderous roar.

"FOOLISH MORTALS!" cried the great ghost.

"What the, ah!" screamed Spangle. Immediately he dropped the device and he and Fenton looked straight at the creature before them.

"You have disturbed that which should never be," he said. He pointed his sharp hand talon at Fenton with lightening surrounding the sky.

"Ah, it wasn't me, it was Fenton, Fenton did it, it's was all his fault," Spangle pleaded.

"Defilers; for your insolence you shall suffer a terrible fate!" The ghost roared willing to make good on his word no matter whose fault it was. It summoned energy into its palms and caused the Earth to quake. The weather balloon was blow into smithereens on the first shot; its pieces littered the ground. Fenton and Spangle ran and dodged trying to avoid the creature's wrath. The creature hardly let them get five feet away before it attacked again and again.

"What is that thing?" asked Spangle.

"Whatever it is I don't think it's very friendly," said Fenton.

"What do we do, what do we do," he cried.

Fenton looked at the object in his hand then looked toward the ground where he had dropped his thermos; like lightening an idea struck that would solve there problem to vanquish their foe.

"Hang tight Spongy, I'll be right back," he leaped into action. Quickly he rushed directly toward the ghost as he fanned his fiery fury toward Fenton. He tucked the black orb right in his shoulder as he grabbed the thermos from the ground. Then, using pieces of the scattered weather balloon he managed to make something new while avoid the onslaught. By the time the ghost was ready with the finishing blow, Fenton was ready to set his trap.

"Coffee to go," he said. He sealed the last part, and then opened the lid of the thermos. Like a vacuum it released a torrent of energy that grabbed the ghost and sucked it in with a maelstrom of green light. The energy was so powerful the creature could not escape, only prolong his enviable fate.

"Fools, your suffering has only begun!" he said last. Then the ghost was gone and the lid was shut, the creature was imprisoned inside the old coffee thermos. Jack Fenton stood up with pride at the feat he had just accomplished. Spangle came out of his hiding place and looked over to Fenton with astonishment.

"Is it gone," he asked?

"Yup, everything's alright, but I think you're going to get a talking to for wrecking the balloon," he told his superior.

"How did you do that Fenton?" he asked.

"That's a good question Spongy…I have no idea."

He looked at his hands; one held the thermos and the other held the Black Sphere that he had discovered. There were many questions about what this object was, why the creature emerged, and how Fenton managed to build the device he made? Neither Fenton nor Spangle could come up with an answer.

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His name is Jasper Fenton, the great grandfather of Danny Phantom.