Disclaimer: Danny Phantom and all related characters are the product of Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon studios. Kat/Electra, Sandruu, Necrowind, the Ghost Master, and all related characters are the product Silent Elegy.

A/N: I need to give a cult classic named Medievil credit for the first line of my summary. Man, Sir Dan Fortesque was cool...

The Heart of Thanatos. Said to have been forged in the fires of Hephaestus out of the blood of the god for which it is named. According to legend, a mortal convinced the god of the forge to create this stone to trade Hades for the lives of his dead children. However, the power of the stone overtook him.

No one knows what happened to him, but the Heart of Thanatos fell into the hands of four beggars. Not knowing what they held, they sold it for a high price to a prosperous merchant, who sold it for a higher price to rich lord. He kept it locked in his treasure room for three years until he was murdered by thieves in the night.

It dropped out of sight for almost ten years to resurface in Athens as a tribute to the temple of Aphrodite. It is said the woman who gave it had a daughter who was blessed with supreme beauty, and was subsequently responsible for a great battle at Troy.

A bandit attack some time later resulted in the stone falling into the hands of a powerful magician. He tried to use it to raise an army of the undead to conquer Greece, but his plan failed when the first creature he summoned was a ghost called Pariah Dark.

Pariah killed the magician and took the Heart of Thanatos back to the Ghost Zone. Although he had no understanding of its purpose of power, he was able to use it as a means to acquiring the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage. The Heart itself was hidden away until well after Pariah's defeat, when it was stolen by a newly-dead ghost child who took it back to the human world to give to his poor parents. They sold it to some Norwegian merchants.

The merchant ship was set upon by pirates. The pirates were killed in a storm. The Heart was lost for hundred of years. It took Vlad Plasmius a long time to track down the ghosts of those pirates and find out where they had been when the ship went down. But he was nothing if not patient, and his extensive research into the subject had finally produced results.

The Heart of Thanatos was, according to the few writings he had found, supposed to be able to call the Wind of the Necropolis, which would control all things dead and undead. Including ghosts. Including a certain half ghost.

That was the theory anyway.

In truth, his ancient Greek was a little rusty. He had no idea what was about to happen, and so had taken all the necessary precautions. There was a ghost shield set up around the lab; he was in ghost mode. The portal was closed, to deter unwanted guests.

He held the Heart in one hand, and a scrap of paper in the other. He had memorized the incantation and gone over it at least a dozen times a day for the past month, but he still wanted to have it on hand. It was in Greek, but he had taken it to a professional linguist to get some idea of what it said. It was a lot of self-effacing garbage that he didn't understand the purpose for, followed by the usual formal request that such-and-such make itself known. It cautioned the need for a magic circle; he didn't really believe in magic as such, but he had drawn one anyway.

He placed the black sphere in the center of the circle and stepped back to recite the ancient Greek. At first, nothing happened, and he was about to go have the professor fired for incompetence.

Suddenly, a wind sprang up that chilled him even in his ghost form. It knocked most of his lab apparatuses to the floor, but he decided to be irritated by that later as the Heart floated into the air and hovered about eye level with him. A deep gravelly voice spoke words he didn't understand, but he assumed it was the usual "Who has dared summon me?"

Although he wasn't expecting to actually be dealing with a sentient being, he adopted his most cocksure attitude and said, "I am Plasmius. I have called you here."

The voice seemed to consider this for a time, then replied in perfect English, "I am the Wind of the Necropolis, but you may call me Necrowind. I know how you lesser creatures like to make things easy. Why have you called me?"

Vlad recovered from his surprise without missing a beat. "I require your services. There is a certain ghost that I need to control."

"And you think you can command me?"

That stopped him for just a moment. "I summoned you. I am your master."

The voice roared with laughter and said something Greek. "I am the master here, little ghost."

Vlad wasn't stupid. He wasn't sure if he had done something wrong, or if he had missed something in the research, but he didn't think this was happening quite like it was supposed to. He stared as a massive, ghostly ribcage appeared around the Heart, then followed it upward to the long neck that stretched around behind him to the pair of yellow eyes that were almost even with his own. He gulped and, realizing that he was in deep trouble, tried to run to the console that would shut down ghost shield and let him escape.

Necrowind snagged his cape with its claw and lifted him somewhat for inspection. Try though he might, Vlad could not get away. Even intangible, the creature could hold onto him, and his struggling only produced low laughter. "There is something…odd about you, little ghost," the creature remarked quietly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Vlad said quickly.

The creature threw him to the floor and impaled him with a single talon. He cried out, thinking this was the end of him, but there was no pain; he wasn't hurt in anyway. He pried his eyes open and glanced down slightly to see that he had transformed back into a human.

"You're human?" Necrowind muttered. He curled his talon upward, freeing Vlad but removing his ghost half. Human and ghost stared at each other in shock for a second, then Plasmius fired an ectoplasmic energy blast into the restraining claw. It did no damage, but he continued to struggle anyway. He didn't really want to lose his human half any more than Vlad wanted to lose him.

The creature chuckled at his prisoners antics, then faded from sight. Although the quite human Vlad could no longer see it, he felt its presence as a weight that made breathing difficult. Then even that was gone.

He lay where he was for a long time, feeling the loss of his other half. When he finally stood, it was to wander aimlessly upstairs and collapse into a chair. He knew he had to do something, but it didn't seem to matter anymore. Plasmius had taken most of their personality, leaving Vlad in state of apathetic ennui. Somehow, that didn't bother him quite as much as it should have.