Hello everyone!
Welcome to my first ever Danny Phantom Fanfiction! I love this show so much, it was one of my favorites as a child right behind Naruto and followed by El Tigre : the Adventures of Manny Rivera! Recently I have been reading a lot of great DP fanfics and I could help but want to give one a go! (or at least attempt it)
So I don't know if I will even finish this, because it just started off as a one-shot, but depending on how many of you like I just might continue it.
Anyway on with the show! Here is chapter 1!
"That is correct. I am not human" = talking
W-what?! All he wanted was a cookie?! what is wrong with him!? = thinking
"Ghost alert! Ghost alert! A ghost has entered Danny's room!" = Ghost alarm/angry Phantom
"This "Dash" seems to be on the attack shall I employ counter measures?" = talking/thinking to Danny
Chapter 1
There was yelling all around the peace summit. Many of the civilians arguing about the right choice of action, some screaming for blood others for surrender, but none were accepted. This continued until the six large territory owners took their seats at the round table in the middle of the room. Almost as if by magic all noise disappeared as soon as their leaders took their seats, no one daring to speak. The grand room was unnaturally silent, many ghosts watching the leaders of the Ghost Zone in hopes for an answer to their troubles.
Recently the natural portals to the living world had been disappearing, all due to the Fenton Portal that was sucking up the necessary energy needed for the natural ones around it. The Fentons were a family of ghost hunters that had recently trained a new hunter who have been rounding up many rogues -those without a territory to call home; outlaws or criminals in the eyes of the ghost zone- then forced them back into the Ghost Zone.
This had been going on for a year, and while at first the Territory Owners were please that the rogues were getting caught for their illegal border jumping into the living world the Fentons and the new hunter, Red Huntress, had taken things too far.
At first, they were merely humans stopping ghost from terrorizing their city, Amity Park, bringing hope to the other humans who had previously been powerless against the attacks, but then the ghost hunters changed. They started attacking innocent ghosts who were doing nothing that could have harmed humans, blasting them with their ecto-guns, trapping them in electric nets and worst of all, experimenting on some of their captives.
The humans said it was for science, to further understand ghosts and claim that it wouldn't matter how much pain they caused the poor prisoners. To them, ghosts were expendable, without emotions or thoughts, capable of only causing destruction and chaos.
They ripped apart the unlucky ones molecule by molecule, ignoring the screams of torment they caused and only released some back into the ghost zone if they believed nothing could be gained from further study of the captive. Sadly, most of the time the ghost would fade before then, a second death and this one permanent.
This continued until all ghosts were forced to flee into the Ghost Zone, which seem
to please the hunters. They became the heroes of their home and gotten cocky enough to threaten any ghost who "dare return to our world" as they put it. The Fentons even going as far as declaring that any ghost caught outside the Ghost Zone would be target practice to their latest horrible inventions and that if the ghosts knew what were good for them they stay in the afterlife.
Then they pushed it too far.
They video tapped their experiments and send them into the Ghost Zone to show any "ecto-scum" what would become of them.
Ghosts watched as their comrades, their friends, their family and their loved ones were tormented until fading. All screaming for mercy or begging to see the ones they had on the others side. All were answered with crazed grins or scoffs at their attempts to "distract" the scientists with their "lies".
Now the Ghost Zone was split between fearing the Amity Park protectors and declaring war to avenge the ones who had fallen to the monsters. Many riots over this debate sprung to life around the zone, causing unbalance among the ghosts. It was even starting to get overpopulated with all the refuges that fled the human world due to the hunters.
It got to the point that the Territory Owners had to step in.
The Ghost zone, while not having solid pieces of land connecting it together like the human world, it did have nations and kingdoms ruled by the owners. The owners ran their territory anyway they pleased and were the strongest in it. Some ghosts would at times try to overthrow the current ruler sometimes they would succeeded and sometimes they wouldn't, while others wouldn't even attempt because of the ruler's Ghost Reputation.
The more known the ghost was the more powerful they were and thus the greater their Ghost Reputation. There are two ways to raise a reputation, one by earning the favor of a territory owner. This could be accomplish by possessing a power that the owner deemed powerful or marrying said owner though it was rare if sometimes not even an option.
The other way was by fighting and defeating countless of enemies in battle. This could be done much easier then the first option but could take centuries upon centuries to do. Unless you fought powerful enemies and survived to tell the tale it could be many years after a ghost was born to build such a reputation.
Some rouges would fight the Amity Park protectors simply to raise their reputation, even though it was practically suicide and down right idiotic. It was after all what made a ghost, a real ghost. And none were as feared and as respected as the Territory Owners were.
The Ghost Zone was broken up between six territories for each of the ruler's specific powers.
The Gladiator Lands ruled by the iron fist of King Pariah Dark.
The Middle Ages ruled by the short-tempered Prince Aragon.
The Warrior's Path ruled by the mother-hen Pandora
The Free Man's Home ruled by the greatest of all hunters Skulker
The Crystal Hills ruled by the ever wise Frostbite.
And the most powerful of them all, with the largest territory in the whole zone; the territory around before time was even a concept.
The Time Tower ruled by the all knowing Clockwork.
Separate these ghosts were unspeakably powerful, together they were the universe itself. For this reason it had been many millenniums since the rulers gathered in the grad room, not having done so since the peace pact among the territories that were settled all that time ago. It had been then, when the lands were split among the rulers and laws for each nation came into existence to stop the anarchy and chaos the zone had been known for.
They had single handily created balance for not only the ghosts but for the humans who had been mere victims to all that went bump in the night during the dark eras. The event was named the Peace Summit due to the fact that all fighting was suspended to create these laws. Later, on the same day of every year, the ghosts would celebrate the Peace Summit with the new holiday, Truce day, in honor of the temperately peace.
Now they were together once more to discuss the human hunters who were threatening that peace.
A month before the summit, all rulers had gotten a notice to think of a plan to present before the other owners in order to solve the problem of the hunters. The plans would be pitched to all who wished to sit in the grad room and then put to vote. The most approved one would be the course of action the ghost zone would take. This was so that no civilians living in the territories would start a civil war if they got no say in the matter during dire times. The zone could not afford to be split when it came to decisions like these.
This was the only time civilians could vote as most could not say anything against their rulers unless they were lucky enough to live in the Crystal Hills, Warrior's Path or the Time Tower territories. All others were doomed to live under the much more strict and unfair laws of their owners.
All of the Territories Owners came with a trusted and second strongest ghost as their bodyguard, servant or in most cases heir. These ghosts were allowed to sit the closest to the middle table as all others were at least ten to thirteen feet away in bleachers around the grad room.
They were know as Princes or Princesses even if they were not of royal blood much to the scorn of Prince Aragon, who would remain with the title until he wed. They stood tall and proud as they walked in with their ruler, each sizing one another up before moving into the shadows of the Owners. This was a sign of trust and a reminder to all present that the owners were protected by powerful fighters who were merely an arms length away and would jump into action in case their masters were in danger.
When all Owners were sited the summit began.
Surprisingly it was Clockwork in his young man form who spoke first. " The Time Tower has come up with a plan to create peace and balance once more. If you would, my people would like to go first. I am sure you will not be disappointed."
No one said anything, staring at the time lord with curiously. Many wondering what the time master had come up with. Clockwork never started or even spoke to other ghosts that often. He was the only one who had no Prince or Princess to help him rule simply because he didn't need one.
As old as time itself, Clockwork was far beyond others, a god that could never be reached, and as powerful as he was old. Though even with all the years he had lived through he kept no one close. Sometimes those who lived in his territory forgot who was their ruler, others only hearing stories and legends about him but never actually seeing the man that control their home lands.
And there was a reason for that. A small simple fact.
Knowledge is power.
The man knew everything, he knew this summit would happen long before the hunters even became a problem. Some felt angered that Clockwork had not said a thing about it, had not warned them of the dangers but they also knew that the man would only step into a timeline if the situation was dire. If it meant the end of the world or if it was pointed out by the Observants, his territory's advisers, and even then only if he felt like there was no other choice. However, Clockwork was not a cruel man just a careful one. He would tell you about what was to come however he would only do so in riddles. Sometimes it took so long to solve his warnings that the event he spoke about passed before the meaning of his words were found.
The time ghost smirked when it became obvious he had everyone's interest. His red eyes sparkling with mischief as he dis-aged into a child. "Very well the proposed plan is called Halfa, but before that. I would like to introduce someone first."
The blue child waved his clock staff to the area behind him. This showed off the many wrist watches attached to his light gray gloves, and brought attention to the time lord's dark purple cloak which underneath it laid a long sleeved light purple tunic that reached passed the ghost's thighs . But none of those could compare to the the visible clock that was inside the ghost, placed right in the middle of his chest.
The man was number one on the most desired bachelor list in the ghost zone for a reason.
Out of the shadows behind the now old man a black cloaked figure walked into the light much to the shock of the others. No one had seen the figure before, and most alarming no one had even sensed the person to be there. Not even the Territory owners.
The figure flew to stand next to the time lord who nodded his acknowledgement before sitting back down. It was hard to tell much about the stranger since his cloak covered most of it's body , leaving many in dark about what laid underneath it.
Though all could tell it was male.
The cloak strongly resembled Clockwork's own cloak but while the time lord's was dark purple and opened the mysterious stranger's was black and seemed to naturally moved around the figure's body hiding all. Also the gear in the top left side of its chest was white instead of black like the time lord.
It wasn't loose however like most cloaks tended to be instead it was just long enough to cover the person yet seemed like it would not blow in the wind if battle were to ever become a issue.
No one could tell who this was. No one could recognize the person from rumors or tails around the zone. This meant one thing.
This ghost had no Ghost Reputation to speak of.
"What is the meaning of this? Why is this commoner allowed to be so close to the round table Clockwork?!" Demand the ever annoyed Prince Aragon saying the word commoner as if though it was a swear. He was known for his hated of the mixing of classes believing that those below the first class should stay that way for all eternity.
While the others had not voiced their disapproval many were thinking the same thing. They may not share the Prince's views on the levels of class but they were all unhappy with the fact that Clockwork would bring someone from his territory that held no reputation what so ever. It was a great insult to them all.
The Time lord allowed his lips to curl into a humorless smile at the agitated Prince, aging into a shivering old man as he did so. "All in due time Aragon, all in due time"
The middle age dressed man hissed- actually hissed like a dragon- right back "That is Prince Aragon!"
Without missing a beat the time lord nodded "Yes. Of course Aragon. Whatever you say Aragon."
This made Skulker crack a smile who watch the spoiled little prince fume. He was the newest Territory Owner only have been in power for a mere twenty years. While before as a human, this would have been practically a life time, here in the ghost zone compared to the other owners, it was nothing.
He had manged to defeat the previous ghost owner, Wulf by using one of his many advanced traps. The trap had been one of his favorites while alive when it came to hunting wild dogs and had been the tipping point in the battle against the powerful wolf ghost. In his favor of course.
As laws stated, Wulf was stripped of his power and all of his land now fell under Skulker's command. The wolf ghost was then sent to Walker's prison - as the warden was second in command to the hunter- in chains that stopped all of his abilities. There Skulker made it so the once kind ruler live out his days in imprisonment.
He then turned one of the most peaceful territories in the ghost zone into large hunting grounds for his own amusement. Many civilians turned into prey or predators which made the great hunter laugh as they ripped one another to shreds.
He was proud to say those of his territory could catch any ghost and keep them locked up like true hunters should. The best trackers, fighters, and all round tortures came from his lands and he was not happy about humans claiming to do a better job then he.
He planned on proposing war against the humans. Skulker was sure the mortals would be crushed under his people's hands.
Already the hunter planned who would be sent to act as bait for the so called "Red Huntress". He quickly drafted up plans that would separate the Fentons before they had a chance to come to her aid once she realized the trap.
Perhaps he would sent weak ghosts to target the youngest Fenton? Rumor was the Fentons had two children- the oldest a intelligent girl and the youngest a witty boy- though both were untrained in their parents' work. Rather careless of the parents but a advantage for Skulker.
The youngest was supposedly already been used as a hostage from rogues attacks countless of times which meant he was the easiest target. It would probably be better to corner him when the boy was all alone perhaps using the teen's hormones against -
A sharp slamming of hands on the table had all guards at their masters' sides in seconds, snapping Skulker out his thoughts. He blinked back into reality surprise to find Prince Aragon standing up across from him with dragon like features. The man was literately spitting fire in the direction of the now child Clockwork.
The young looking ruler seemed to growl at the smirking time lord before opening his mouth. Skulker knew that a screaming match was about to began judging by how red the stuck in his ways ruler had gotten, most likely ending with the arrogant middle ages prince crumbled by the superior time god. He would have been anticipating the show if had not disturbed his thoughts.
The hunter hated when someone made loud noises as he was planing for a hunt.
"My follow Territory Owners, I would like to introduce to you someone very special" The blue skinned child declared cutting off whatever Prince Aragon was going to say much to the amusement of the reaming owners.
The child waved his arm in the general direction of the flouting figure beside him who had been silent up until then. The eyes of every ghost landed on him reminding many that he was still there.
By then all of the owners had dismissed their guards back into the shadows behind them - at a good five feet away distance- when they realized there would be no confrontation between the every enemies Clockwork and Prince Aragon.
"He is a very powerful individual and he is the one who had thought of the brilliant plan my territory proposes. It is truly a great one, but do not take my word for it. Please hear him out and see for your self" The time ghost aged back into a young adult with as proud smile blossomed on his face.
On cue the figure bowed before the gathered ghost opening up his cloak in the action.
The man was wearing tight black leather pants with small white chains that warped around his waist in a loose semicircle loops. A white tight tunic with it's sleeves ripped off laid over a long sleeved black undershirt reaching up till the wrists of the man. Finger-less while gloves stated where the sleeve ended.
A symbol of a capital "D" and a capital "P" in the negative space of the first letter rested gracefully in the middle of the stranger's chest.
With the cloak still on no one could see the face of the bowing man, just barley make out his glowing green eyes and the small hints of a smirk. His every moment screamed of danger and power putting many ghosts on edge.
"Hello." the male spoke surprise many with how young it sounded. He stood from his bow eyes glowing in a eerie manner before a sharp and challenging smirk could be seen grown on his face scaring a few in the audience. "My name is Phantom. And I am the the Clock Tower territory's heir."
