Chapter 1
A circle of ghosts floated around an old fashioned school desk. They seemed to be in an old classroom. An unused blackboard covered the better part of the front wall, erasers and chalk still sitting on its dusty ledge. On one of the numerous desks that sat facing the blackboard, an ancient and cracked globe sat. On another desk were spread out photos of three people: Emily Link, Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley. It was time to decide which one of these unsuspecting people would be the pawn for the metaphorical game of chess that these ghosts were playing. The goal: Capture the king-Danny Phantom-and dominate the world.
Finally one of the group of ghosts broke the silence.
"What about that one?" He pointed at the picture of Sam Manson. The leader of the group paused for a moment, then shook his head.
"No." Then more surely "No! She is too smart. We need someone who will not figure out our plan before we put it into effect." Silence fell on the group once again.
"What about that one? He is very gullible." This time it was a woman ghost who spoke, a pretty young woman with dark hair down to her waist. She pointed to the picture of Tucker Foley.
The leader didn't even hesitate this time.
"No, no! He is too technological! Many a ghost has been defeated by his technological brilliance!" A murmur went through the room, as all the ghosts remembered all too well the times Skulker had come storming through the Ghost Zone, muttering about "that blasted purple-backed gorilla!" Then silence fell for a third time, and this time, it lasted longer than ever.
"So does everybody agree?" The leader finally broke the silence. "She will be our pawn. The one who Phantom loves. The cripple. The one they call...Silver Lining." There were a few muttered yeses that quickly grew into a roaring chant.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The leader smiled widely. Cupping his hands, he released a glowing energy blast. He fired and the blast hit the globe right in the middle of the old Soviet Union. The globe rose slowly into the air, stopping about midway to the ceiling, with a strange green glow about it. The leader rotated his hands, and the globe spun slowly.
"This, my friends!" he said, raising his voice above the chanting. "Is what we will soon control-with the help of one unsuspecting Emily Link." The last thing he saw was the leader's evil smile...
"Ah!" Danny Fenton woke with a start. He was coated in sweat, and his covers were tangled around him. He glanced at his bedroom clock. It said 1:33 A.M.
"Uggh." he groaned. He untangled himself from his bed covers and headed for the bathroom. Once there, he stared at himself in the mirror.
"It was just a dream...it was just a dream." he muttered. For some reason, he had a hard time shaking off the dream. It had seemed so...real. But dreams weren't real...were they?
"No. It was just a dream." Danny murmured to himself, until he almost had himself convinced. He went back to bed, resolving to forget about the dream. And this time, he fell back into a dreamless sleep.
A/N: New story! How'd you like it! I know it was kinda short. I was thinking of merging the first and second chapter together, but decided against it. Review, as always!