As promised, I'm still doing the DP Day of Angst. This is my entry. Enjoy! I mean...uh...fear the angstiness!
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
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There was a tree in Amity Park's park. Tall and spindly with the darkest leaves of any tree around. The wood was grey and tortured. On it, names were etched. The Tree of Sorrow.
It was a superstition more than a tradition. When a person you cared for had died or was hurt severely, you scratched their name on it. It was supposed to ensure them either a happy afterlife or a safe recovery. Ever since ghosts had begun terrorizing the town, more and more names had been gathering on it.
That day, there were two teenagers in black approaching the tree. One had a knife in her hand. The dark-skinned boy with her nodded slowly when they reached their destination. Slowly, the gothic girl carved out a name. Danny Fenton.
The two stepped away and took in the handiwork. His name was now among many other unfortunate ones.
"Please Danny, don't die," the girl whispered.
The boy stroked his hand against the wood. "He won't die, Sam. Danny's too strong for that."
"I hope you're right, Tucker," Sam whispered.
"I am."