Hello everyone! It is Shadic999! Now, chances are that no one has actually missed me in the almost two years that it has been since I have done any serious writing, but that is hopefully going to change now. I have been spending the time in school and we all know how such trivialities can make us lose sight of what is important XD. Anyway, I was struck by inspiration after having read a fairly poor fanfic, and decided that it was about time I gave the world another reason to believe that I'm a crazy pervert. But in all honesty, this is a first attempt at writing a long story in just as long of a time, so I need good advice in order to get back in the swing of things. I will always ramble like this at the beginning of chapters, but I'm sure you will find it nonetheless entertaining. Also, as I think it's only fair, the people who help the most may have a say in how this story plays out. I'll shut up now. Enjoy!

Prologue

Danny Fenton was sitting alone, on a hilltop far from Amity Park. The warm summer breeze, accompanied by the red hues of the setting sun caused an almost palpable aura of peace. It was in this place that Danny was truly able to find an escape. This place, this sanctuary, was where he retreated to in order to escape from the frantic life of Danny Phantom. He did not regret the path his life had taken, gaining ghost powers, saving the world, and still balancing it with his teenage life with his friends, but he needed these short respites. He watched as the sun set that evening, his life simple in his mind. He was going to graduate from Casper High tomorrow, somehow with honors, and he was beginning to envision the life he wanted with his friends. He glanced down at his phone, noticing that he had missed a text from his mother asking for him to come home. He sighed and Morphed, his regular clothes disappearing, being replaced with the iconic black and silver suit that Danny Phantom was famous for.

It was a short flight home from the hilltop, and as Danny arrived home, he Morphed again and resumed his form as Danny Fenton. He tried to sneak in the door but was instead greeted by his mother, Maddie.

"Where were you Danny? You had me worried. I tried calling Sam and Tucker, but neither of them knew where you were."

"Mom, really, I was just taking a walk. Nothing to get all riled up about."

"Well fine, but the family has already eaten. You'll have to fix something for yourself."

Danny grumbled and walked into the kitchen and made some instant noodles. He then clambered up the stairs to his room. He sighed for a moment lost in thought. That night was quiet, the world was peaceful, and that was the last night like that for Danny for a long time.

Chapter 1- The Big Day

"Danny! Get your lazy ass out of bed!" screamed Jazz, "You're going to be late!" Danny shot straight up in his bed, eyes wide. "AAAHHH! I'm late!" Racing out of bed, he grabbed his dressy black shirt and pants along with his new silver tie. He threw on the clothes, and brushed his teeth, almost gagging on the toothbrush in the process. He ran down the steps, nearly running over his parents. They were hardly perturbed. "Aww, Danny, you are so grown up," Maddie said with a smile, taking hold of Jack's hand. Jack put his free hand on Danny's shoulder, "Son, you have made me so proud. Someday you may even be able to invent new ghost tech with your father!"

"Oh now Jack," said Maddie, "Today is about Danny. Let's not spoil it.

"I still don't see how talking about ghosts could possibly be a bad thing…"

"Jack…" she said sternly.

"Alright."

"Hey, um, guys, loving the chit chat, but I really need to go," said Danny.

"Ok Danny, well see you at the ceremony," replied his mother.

Danny got out of the house, quickly Morphed, and flew to school. Far below, a pair of unseen eyes followed his form, streaking across the sky. "Have you confirmed his location?" asked a voice, crackling over the radio that the unseen figure held.

"Yes I have. I believe that the subject is heading to the high school. Please advise."

"Follow him. We must make sure that this goes according to plan."

The figure rose, standing at just over 6'. He turned invisible and followed in the air, making sure not to be detected.

When Danny arrived at the school, he found a good place to Morph and quickly found his best friends, Sam and Tucker, standing near the entrance to the stage where the graduation was to take place. "Dude, where were you? The whole thing is about to begin!"

"Tucker is right Danny, you were cutting it close today."

"Guys, look, I made it on time. Besides, this is GRADUATION. Let's just have fun today alright?" pleaded Danny.

"Ok, fine, but Danny, it is important," said Sam. "Today is really important. I just don't want anything to go wrong."

"Sheesh Sam," said Tucker, "why such a worry wart all of a sudden. You don't even get this worked up when we go ghost hunting."

"Because I know that Danny knows what he's doing fighting ghosts. He can just be so stupid like this."

"Ok Sam, I screwed up. Big deal. Can we just go in now?"

The graduation went well enough. The whole thing ran smoothly, with only the occasional stutter by one of the stagefrightened students who had to give speeches. Tucker fell asleep at one point, but a quick jab to the ribs was enough to rouse him. At last their names were called. The three friends stood together on stage, beaming at the flashing cameras and cheering audience.

That afternoon, as the day wound down, the three found themselves hopping from party to party, talking to people and just having a good time. At Paulina's house, half of the guests were getting slammed while the other half were getting high or laid. It was in that decadent slumhole that Danny's ghost sense went off. He turned his head and locked eyes with a figure covered in a dark robe that concealed the wearer's face. The hooded figure approached Danny, spoke in a deep, feminine voice, "Danny, you aren't safe here. You need to leave now." It was Ember of all ghosts.

"Ember, what are you doing here? What's going on?"

"I could ask you the same question, dipstick, but we don't have time for this. You need to leave now. Something terrible is about to happen, and you won't be able to stop it."

"Ember, what do you mean? You aren't making any sense. What is going to happen?"

"Danny, there is no time. Leave NOW!"

In the split second that followed, an explosion shook the room, completely demolishing the southern wall, and causing large portions of the ceiling to fall. Ember turned the two of them intangible and they made it through the event unscathed. But the same could not be said for many of the other partygoers. Several of them had suffered severe injuries. Many had broken bones and were bleeding profusely from the gashes left by the shrapnel. Danny looked around in disbelief, shocked by the sudden violence.

He could feel a pressure under his arms, raising him into the air. It was Ember, flying him away from the destruction. He didn't even care. His only thoughts were of the people who were caught in the blast; the shapes and odd contortions that the bodies were in, splayed in horrible angles. But just then, a horrible thought forced itself into his mind. One thought so potent that he was forced out of the numbness. "SAM! TUCKER!" He immediately Morphed and struggled to escape from her grip. "Please forgive me Danny," said Ember, and Danny felt a pinch in his shoulder as a needle was forced in, the potent drugs immediately taking hold on his mind. His vision started to turn black and he could feel the numbing effects of the drug immediately putting him to sleep.

He was sure he was dreaming. The muffled sounds and shapes that moved around him seemed so strange, so foreign to his senses. Everything was grey, and he was having a hard time making out one shape from another. He almost thought that he could make out Ember's form. Images flashed before his eyes; a castle in the distance, long stone hallways, stairwells that went downward forever, and finally a sterile white room that seemed so out of place to him. He awoke to a start, an IV running into his arm, a clear yellow-green fluid flowing into his arm. He felt lethargic, and his limbs felt heavy. It took an immense amount of willpower in order to get himself into a sitting position. That's when a door from behind slid open and the voice of Vlad Masters filled the room. "Wake up little badger, you are needed.

A/N: And that was chapter one! What do you think? I want lots of reviews! And a personal shoutout to a good friend of mine in California; without your support, this story would probably never have come about. The next chapters will probably be longer, but don't expect stories to be on a set schedule. Just follow me and check your email. They won't be far apart, but the more likes, comments, etc., will make chapters come out a lot faster. So thanks for reading. And to all my adoring fans, (the few of you that are out there) I promise not to disappoint ;)