Fellow fanfiction writers/readers, this has been a long time making in the process! Believe me, I've been working on the plot for a couple of months now and I've already got the outlines for the first nine chapters! So let's get started, shall we?
DISCLAIMER: Do not own Danny Phantom or Rise of The Guardians. They belong to their respective owners and nobody else. My oc is my property.
Danny Phantom/Rise of The Guardians
Return of The Nightmare King
Ch. 1-A Most Interesting Discovery
It had been a few months since Pitch, also known as the Bogeyman, had been defeated by the Guardians: North or known to us as Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, the Sandman, and the newest addition the former rebel spirit Jack Frost, the Guardian of Fun. After being dragged away by his own Nightmares, who had sensed his fear and turned on him, then sealed away in his underground cavern he had been trying to find a way to get back out into the outside world to exact his revenge against his enemies and so far he had absolutely no luck in finding one. For days his search turned up no leads and he was just about ready to give up altogether when one day he was brooding in his now usual sulk walking around the many complex tunnels that ran all over the place, passing up a certain passageway when an unusual green glow caught his attention, making him turn back and step inside. Following the path all the way down he suddenly stopped in his tracks the object before him puzzling him quite a bit. Sitting in front of evildoer was a large swirling green, portal perfectly round in size and fitting the radius of the cavern just right, with no clue as to how it got there. Getting rather curious the Nightmare King summoned a few of his still loyal creatures he slowly approached the gate and eased his hand through then quickly pulled it back, just in case something might have affected it or if something was waiting on the other side to attack. Seeing that neither had happened the Bogeyman cautiously stepped through with his minions following right behind, everyone instantly being transported across dimensions to one known as the Ghost Zone, the realm of all the ghosts of another Earth the two sharing a thin barrier of reality.
Entering from the other side the Nightmare King found that he was walking into a hallway of some sorts, not knowing that he was in fact in the corridor of an old red castle that was once three castles that hasn't seen a ruler in what must be ages and ages ago. As the entourage traversed throughout the centuries-old stone manor Pitch was beginning to feel stronger and more like himself which raised his curiosity a few more levels. As his powers continued to grow he was starting to figure that he was drawing his strength from the darkness and the fear that the place must be holding onto, meaning that this place was used for great evil to which he figured he could use for his future schemes. Turning into another hall there was something different about the scene: a slit of light coming from an ajar door down the way. Getting even more curious he slowly approached the cracked entryway and gently opened it further and stepped in seeing the messy sight before him. All around the room were scattered books, papers, and scrolls all piled high around a desk with a large candle in a heavy brass candlestick on it in the middle of the space. And behind the piece of oak furniture was a young woman with her head down on the tabletop fast asleep from the constant studying and research she had been doing nonstop. Looking the girl over the Bogeyman wondered what she was doing there in the first place when the glint of the three-pronged tiara that was set in her hair gave him the clue that she was probably an inhabitant of the castle and simply fell asleep while working on whatever it was she was working on.
His inquisitiveness knowing no bounds the dimension traveler touched her temple and quickly slipped into her dreams, then delved deeper into her memories learning everything that happened to her in the past, including her darkest fears and nightmares which surprised him by how horrific they were. Searching for more he had no idea that his meddling was slowly starting to wake the princess up from her sound slumber. Once he realized what he was doing Pitch quickly retreated back out and ducked into the shadows just as she woke up. Leaning up and stretching a bit Nyreena Dark, the long lost crown princess of the realm and the only daughter of the last king Lord Pariah Dark, looked around with a glazed look in her eyes wondering how long she had been out when she looked down and noticed something different about her desk. Littering the entire space was black sand which was definitely something that wasn't there when she dozed off. Brushing some into her hand and examining it the ghost began to get an uneasy feeling in her gut saying that someone or something was there besides her that wasn't supposed to be. Getting up and looking around the room she couldn't find a trace of the unwanted presence but she wasn't going to give up that quick. Lighting up one of her hands with her familiar medium blue flames she started to check the dark corners of the chamber when behind her a whoosh flew by causing her to spin around and see what it was, only to find nothing there.
Knowing that she heard something the princess took to the air and flew out to the hallway letting her senses take the lead following them throughout the castle right into the throne room where she landed and scoped the place with her vision wondering why her instincts brought her all the way here. Taking a few steps towards the throne she looked down and started to think of how to find the sound when out of the blue several clouds of the same black sand came shooting out of the dark corners of the great hall, smacking into her at all angles making spin around while getting hit in the head, gut, knees, and legs and lose her strength at the same time. Suddenly stopping just like it began she fell to the floor struggling to try to get back up and face her attackers she just couldn't do it the force of the onslaught proving too much to take. Doing her best to stay conscious the princess's last memory before finally blacking out was the figure of a gray skinned man in black attire and piercing silver-yellow eyes walking up and standing before her, his voice ringing through his ears saying the he wanted to have a little chat with her.
Well, it may be a short chapter but the next one will be quite longer than this one so at least you will have something more to read than just two pages worth in a word processor. Alright, see you next time for the next chapter of this awesome thing that I have loved planning for a long while. Bye!