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"My King the enemy is in retreat. The right flank is holding strong and the left is pushing forward with the center holding the link well." Reported Fright Knight.
"Good, tell Ember to maintain her linking position, can't have the enemy divide us, and we'll have Johnny and the left sweep through, sandwich their left with our right." Danny said in a commanding tone. The tides were in his favor, with this victory the war would be over. It was a long hard fought war, over a hundred years. While this time period was nothing for ghost, it was long for a war to last. Many afterlives were lost and or ruined, but finally Danny would be able to start bringing peace. He couldn't help but think of the past, on why it all started in the first place.
Danny was the rightful King of the ghost zone, after defeating Pariah Dark. At first everything was fine, everything was normal, a ghost attack here, a ghost attack there. Though everything changed for Danny the day of the raid. It was around four in the morning, Danny had finished his rounds of the city for the night, it was a surprisingly quiet night. Danny was lying in bed just about to fall asleep when his ghost sense went off. Jumping up fully alert, Danny scanned his room. That's when Skulker phased through his ceiling tackling him into his bed, making it give out from the stress. Quickly changing into phantom Danny rolled with Skulker into the wall before forcing him off with a kick. Skulker recovered fast pulling out a machete and firing ecto blast at the still down halfa. After kicking Skulker Danny rolled back and into a squatting position, which quickly turned into a side jump to avoid being shot. Recovering he flew forward toward Skulker who slashed at him with his blade. Danny weaved down as the blade passed over his head, down his chest and just missing his toes. Having dodged the blade Danny was at Skulkers side, allowing for a clean shot, which he did not waste. Sending Skulker into the wall with a powerful blast, quickly followed by an ice blast, trapping his machete arm to said wall.
Skulker groaned "That hurt whelp." Raising his other arm he took aim.
"That was kinda the point." Danny retorts with a smirk. Diving to his desk, he avoids Skulkers shots. Phasing his hand into a drawer, it comes out with his thermos. Skulker in the meantime frees his arm. Both stare at each other wait for something anything. That's when a scream pierces the air. Danny's eyes shift toward the direction of the sound. Skulker starts to rapid fire. Danny drives forward, he had to finish this, that was Jazz. Weaving and dodging Danny got closer and closer, that was until he took a shot to the shoulder, forcing him into the floor.
"HAHA Whelp!" Skulker flies over to the downed halfa. Hold his blaster over the fallen hero. "Say goodbye whelp!"
"Goodbye whelp!" Danny flips over firing the thermos. Sucking Skulker up Danny first thought 'Man that was cliche.' Second was 'Jass!' Flying to her room Danny saw something he'd never forget. Jazz's lifeless body laying on her bed. Bloody and yet intact. Slowly approaching her bed his look of horror became more and more pronounced. Jazz's name played on his lips, but never left. Falling to his knees, Danny couldn't think, his sister was dead, she was gone, never to tease him again, be there for him, nothing. These thoughts flew through his head as he stared at her face. He stayed there for the rest of the night, tears rolling down his face. It wasn't until the sun came through the window that it occurred to him that he hadn't heard his parents getting up or the noise of breakfast being made. Changing back Danny slowly got up and headed to the door. Grabbing the handle, he noticed a tear landing on his hand he hadn't realized he was crying. He didn't need to see to know, and yet he opened the door. Knots formed in his stomach, he wanted to puke as he walked down the hall. Outside their door he went numb, turning the handle the door swung open. Danny's heart broke.
It wasn't until much later that Danny found out why any of it happened, or more importantly who was behind it. Not everyone was happy with the fact that he was king of the ghost zone. After going to see Clockwork, together they were able to make Skulker talk. It seemed that the observants didn't like the idea of a new king taking the power they gained from sealing Pariah Dark. It didn't matter that Danny didn't want the position, his existence was a challenge to their authority. So they had set up a plan to eliminate him and the rest of the "Royal Family".
"Daniel, I." Started Clockwork only to be cut off Danny himself.
"Clockwork, is there any way that this won't end badly." Danny asked very calm and collected. Clockwork frowned, it seemed young Daniel, wasn't so young anymore.
"No, war is inevitable, whether it's from you waging the war or the observants waging amongst themselves, there is only one outcome that does not end in the complete destruction of the ghost zone… My King." Clockwork answers, emphasizing the king part, making it very clear, for once, to Danny what the best path would be. He refused to let his family's killers go unpunished and he refused to let the ones who commanded them rule over all the ghost zone.
"Clockwork, I know you must remain impartial, but can I rely on your help in gathering allies?" Danny questioned in a neutral tone.
"Of course my King. While I can't use my power over time to help you in the coming war, that does not mean I can't advise you with my own wisdom." Responds Clockwork with a bow of his head. Causing Danny to give the smallest of smiles. Though it did not last.
"Thank you" Danny said with an almost happy tone.
That day seemed so long ago, and yet the pain never went away, but now he could get some closure. Now he could get justice for all those that suffered because some wanted power. Things were beginning to look up.
"Fright Knight!" Danny called. The knight stood at attention. "I'm going to join the battle." With that Danny left the command tent, Fright Knight right behind. This was just the beginning and Danny was not going to witness it from the sidelines.