I know I tried to post this story already and I'm probably going to have to try a whole bunch more to make it a good story but no one was really reading so I removed it. It's still pretty much the same but I'm changing some of it, it's nota cliffhanger like my other ones so I'll have to figure out how to make it more interesting. Ok, enough, sorry, I think outloud. I will take flames this time, just please, be gracious (wow, that took gut to say, I hate being critisized) Any ideas are welcome. I don't own the Danny Phantom characters.


Prologue

Unseen

(Sam's POV) I'm seven again for a moment. I sit above a pond, dragging my finger through the murky water. I have to lean back to keep my balance, if I move any more forward I think I'll fall in. A delicate flower spins in front of me, enticing me to reach out for it and pick it up. I look around me. All that greets my thoughts is the grayscale sky and the black and white horses. The darkness of the seemingly black tack room is daunting, but I know there's not a person hiding there. No one dares go near that shed for fear of a black widow bite for which there is no cure. I look back at my reflection, my ragged long red hair, narrow face, green eyes (the only thing in colour).

I shake off both of my mittens, and looking about me one more time, reach out for the flower. It has the most beautiful thin petals, not at all torn or decayed. I lose my balance, for I am not careful, and go splashing in tothe shallow end of the pond, making the horses shy away. All the pretty ponies of my mother's, except for one. He stands, considering me, his beautiful silver neck arched, his white mane falling forward into his eyes. Armaggeddon. His eyes shine grey, but I know they are blue. My mother told me. My mother, yes, what was she like again? Father told me she was the only one who could see all the colours, things considered a fantasy, like she was apart from the very world itself.

I come back to what is now, thinking of how I will get past my father without him seeing my wet clothes and messy, loose hair. "I'm raising a begger boy, not a dutchess. Your ragged, ripped dresses and loose hair are not fit for a lady." He'd look to a servant and say "Go get her re-dressed. When she is freshly washed and dressed, have her go to the study and write a poem, a song, anything to teach her she is to be a lady!" I walk up to the mansion. Perhaps I could go through a forbidden door, but I could never. Unless I lied like all the school girls from down the road. But then I shall feel shame for my misdeed. No, better to just keep pretending I would ever be what my father wanted. I turn towards the door, and I can see everyhthing is burning...


I sit up, the first lights of dawn spilling over my crimson and black striped bedsheets. I look at the alarm clock to my right. The glowing green numbers read 4:02 am. Two hours before I have to get up for school. I roll back over, but my eyes won't shut. Those stupid dreams. I'm having those stupid dreams again. I have no idea what any of it's supposed to mean. As long as I'm awake for the morning, I might as well go and make myself a good breakfast, and let my dogs out while I'm at it. My parents are gone for a week, what can I say? Now I have to do all the house keeping on top of my regular homework and everything. And I still have to finish that essay for Mr. Lancer. He's putting us through hell right now with all this homework. I grab the remote on my bedside and turn my T.V. on, clicking on channel 3. It's Video Wake-up on MTV. Oh, great, just what I need, a little MCR to get me going. How many times have I woken up to this? I change it to VH1, and it's Green Day's "Wake Me Up When September Ends". Again, not amused, I change the channel to Fuse. Well, having Corey Taylor in my face is better than the other two. I pull on my sweatshirt and begin the day as normal.

If only I knew what the dreams meant I thought, and walked to the bathroom, pinching myself on the arm to know I was really awake. Just before pushing through the bathroom door, I tripped on what I thought was the vaccum cord, and fell head first into the tile floor. I felt something cold and wet run down my forehead, and I couldn't take a breath. Learn. "What the-" was all I could say before everything went black.


Well, it's not very interesting but it's a start. I'm short on time so I ended it there, but I'll think of some more entertaining things for the next chapter. Anyway, this is just a prologue, and as I said, ideas are welcome, just be gracious if you're gonna say it sucked, got it? I'd have to kill you if you weren't (pulls out gun) lol. -JJ'sWickedMistress aka Upset in NM