Ok, this is my first cross over so don't kill me if it stinks. It's a cross between Danny Phantom and the books I'm reading, The Tears of Artamon. If you haven't read the books, that's ok. You'll just have to try to keep track of everything.

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Vlad Plasmius flew high above the city, invisibly so he wouldn't be seen. He'd spent the entire day having meetings, with humans and ghosts. He was very frustrated, and flying often helped. It cleared his mind to be able to be up here alone. It was so quiet.

He was just about to turn around and go back home, when he saw something up ahead. It looked like a dark cloud at first, but the night was clear. As he looked closer he could almost see a pair of glittering eyes staring at him from inside the cloud. He could only stare, and by the time he realized it was coming towards him, he was sucked into pure darkness. It was like being in thick black smoke, all darkness and confusion.

He felt a strange fluttering feeling in the back of his mind. Then it all became a spinning spiral of light. He was in terrible pain, and cried out, but he couldn't even hear himself yell. He fell to the ground.

Hours later, he found himself just outside his castle in his human form. His back was stiff from having been on the ground for so long. He stood up and stretched.

"Good morning." came a voice from nowhere. He looked around, but there was no one there.

"Where are you? Who are you?" he called out to whoever it was. If this was a prank…

"You're a special human." came the same dry, misty voice. "Unlike any before you."

"You didn't answer my question." He was begging to get frustrated. It was too early for this. Why had he slept outside? He tried to remember what he'd been doing last night.

"I am Araziel. I am within you, in your mind and soul itself. I have come to you in your time of need."

"Need? What do you mean need? There's nothing wrong with me." The voice was beginning to get a little eerie.

"Yet. But there may be soon. I was sent to help you when I am most needed."

Vlad wasn't enjoying talking to himself. Even if it wasn't really to himself. "What are you?"

"I am a drakhaoul, a demon spirit from Ty Nagar." Now he was really confused.

"What is Ty Nagar?" He was still trying to decide weather or not he was talking to himself.

"These things are not important right now. We must be prepared."

Vlad was just beginning to remember what had happened last night. "Prepared for what?" He asked the demon.

"Whatever may come. I must prepare you." He began to get a little worried. What did it mean by "prepare"?

"I'm not sure I understand." He wished the voice would go away.

"You must become accustomed to using my abilities. Let go and do not resist. Let us become one."

Just then something occurred to him. "Why should I trust you? For all I know you're just my imagination." Yes, maybe he was just hearing things. That wasn't a very comforting thought either.

"If I am only your imagination, then what is the harm in trusting me?"

That made sense. Well, more sense than that there was a dragon demon in his head. Why not? He tried to relax and focus on letting go. As soon as he did, the felt the terrible pain again, and saw flashes of lightning from nowhere. When the pain finally subsided, he opened his eyes and saw that he was flying. But he wasn't in his ghost form. He looked up and saw two great black wings carrying him on the air. His hands had become like claws, and he had black scales that gave off a redish glow.

"What is this? What am I?" he called out to whatever it was that had done this to him.

"You are drakhaon." replied the voice in an almost cheerful tone. "Now you are Lord Drakhaon."

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Ok, this may not be the best fic ever, but for my first cross over I thought it was pretty good. Please review! Flames are ok. Suggestions are even better.