The land of Jamaa is a mystical world. Animals roam free, and are free to go and do what they want. Everyone loved it there. Except the phantoms. The phantoms were dark beings that were formed from evil thoughts and nightmares. The phantoms were never a problem in Jamaa. The Alphas always promoted happiness and sweet dreams to the Jammers. Eventually, the six Alphas drove the phantoms underground, banishing them for, hopefully, an eternity.
But one phantom had had enough of it. He rose above the rest, practicing magic and carefully stalking above ground to observe the Jammers as they went about their playful day. This phantom gained power among the phantoms. Due to his experience in magic and powerful words, the phantoms had made him their king. And this phantom took it upon himself to make the phantoms the sole rulers of Jamaa. The Jammers would cower before his mighty power.
One fateful afternoon, a group of jammers set out on an 'adventure' that drew them away from the safety of the Alpha's reach. The Phantom King gathered some of his best forces. The King and his ten most elite phantoms seemed to melt into the shadows as they followed the lone animals into the forest. One of the Jammers, who seemed to be the ring leader of their little gang, stopped and sniffed the air. He was a wolf. The Phantom King knew he couldn't smell them- phantoms were odorless. But what he was worried about was the electricity. Phantoms used electricity to hold themselves together. The King was surprised they hadn't detected all the electricity in the air and alerted their respective alphas.
Another Jammer, a panda, whispered something to the wolf. The Jammers sensed something was wrong at this point. They clustered in a group, facing outwards. Then the Phantom King decided to send his phantoms to attack the animals. The Jammers- startled and scared- turned and retreated as fast as they could back in the way they came. "Follow them." The King ordered. The phantoms followed their prey, spinning their tentacles quickly as both locomotion and a way to attack.
The King summoned about twenty more phantoms, and sent them after the animals. The Phantom King followed after them. He could see a tower in the distance. He recognized it as Graham's Tower. Well, it certainly wouldn't be Graham's Tower for long. As the large phantom emerged in the clearing at the foot of the tower, he saw the Jammers cornered at the door of the tower. One was viciously banging on the door, while the other cowered together in a group. The King then advanced on the animals, ready to destroy them, but a sudden flash of light made him back up.
There stood Graham, the Monkey Alpha, defending the helpless animals and his tower. "Get back!" He howled, lunging at the phantoms and their King. The Phantom King slammed on the ground, sending the Alpha stumbling backwards. The Phantom King and his militia of thirty phantoms closed in on the five animals. Graham tried to fight back, or even drive them phantoms a few feet back, but the Phantom King didn't let his mock lunges put a hole in his attack. Graham, seeing this was a lost battle, grabbed onto the animals and disappeared in a flash of light. All of them were gone. Graham had left the tower unguarded.
The Phantom King gazed up at his new prize, a dangerous glint in his one big eye. He let out a ferocious roar, claiming the tower as his forces swarmed the tower, planting Phantom Sprouters and turning the once happy land-mark into a mere step to Jamaa-wide domination.
A large blue and white wolf paced back and forth, his bushy tail swishing to and fro. His chain necklace clinked as he paced in an area that looked to be his office. This slender, yet powerful wolf went by the name of Greely. Greely, being the Wolf Alpha, led all the wolves in the region. But the wolves were not his concern at the moment. His attention was taken by something much more urgent.
The Phantom Armada was on the rise. Greely was the only animal that knew of it, of course. Ever since the Alphas banish them underground, everyone thought that the phantoms were gone forever. But Greely knew better. He had sensed the growing evil, and had once even captured a group of phantoms. The wolf Alpha had since been conducting...experiments..on the dark beings: to see what formed a phantom, what kept it alive, and how they could be stopped. So far the only conclusion he has reached so far is that phantoms are formed from evil thoughts and darkness. And there were a lot of phantoms. Greely had concluded from this that was something spewing darkness into the land of Jamaa. And he was determined to stop it.
His ripped ear twitched as he heard a swishing sound build up from the other side of the office. Flower petals materialized, forming a beautiful flower bud that bloomed in seconds. In the center of the flower stood the Alpha of the Pandas and leader of the Alphas: Liza. Greely's amber eyes widened. He had not expected to see the Chieftain tonight, especially in his own office.
"Greely! Graham brings grave news from Eastern Jamaa!" Liza exclaimed, her purple eyes wild. Greely stood up. Graham, the Monkey Alpha, was a curious howler monkey who could not live without tinkering something or inventing some crazed gadget.
"What? What is it?" He growled, his tail swishing. Liza paused for a moment. Greely didn't know whether she was catching her breath or thinking her words over. His patience was thinning, but then the Panda Alpha spoke,
"His tower- the own he built to shelter his inventions and everything- has been overtaken by the phantoms! I fear that a powerful phantom called the Phantom King has lead the attack." The panda said, her voice quivering slightly. Greely could tell this phantom attack had deeply shaken her. But what surprised the wolf was the mention of a Phantom King. In all his studies, he had never known about a Phantom King. He never knew the phantoms were smart enough to have a hierarchy. Greely met the panda's gaze steadily, "I feared as much." He muttered. Greely then sat up, "What do you suggest we do?" He questioned the Chieftain.
Liza's eyes lost focus a bit, as if she were deep in thought. Then she looked back at the Wolf Alpha. Greely shifted on his paws as he waited for an answer from the Panda Alpha. Eventually Liza spoke, "I want you to ask your wolves to join the fight against the phantoms. The phantoms have taken over Eastern Jamaa, and they are using Graham's tower as a base- or at least as a camp. If we push them back far enough, we can reclaim the tower and go from there."
Greely blinked as he heard the orders, "I will do what I can. But don't be surprised if only half of the wolves join the campaign. I can't control what they do and don't do." He snorted. Liza sighed softly, relieved that Greely was in the mood to take orders for now.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Greely. I have already warned Peck and Cosmo. Graham is training the Monkies of Jamaa. Good Luck, Greely. Let us hope the Sky Mother Mira will watch over us." She muttered, disappearing as quickly as she appeared.