Spy Guy: Ok. Sorry I haven't replied to your reviews. I'll try to get to that later today. thank you for all the popel who contributed names. I still might use them later, but or now I ahve Danny's name. Thank you Cordria for the idea. :D

Anyways, here's the next chapter. Is there anyone out there who is good at making up words, cause..I suck at it. I know I aks for help a lot, but...heh...I'm bad at names and made up words. It woudl be appreiciated.

Now here's the next part.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom

Heat…

It was stifling.

It felt like his body was on fire…

The Warm Bloods' fire.

The boy stirred, giving a slight whimper as he tried to edge away from the flames. His eyelids opened sluggishly, revealing haunting gray, devoid of a dark pupil. He spotted two figures sitting around the flames, their eyes closed as they breathed softly. One still held a thermos of something in their hand, the spoon lying forgotten on the ice. The boy whimpered as he saw their faces…

Pale peach…the color of Warm Bloods. Quickly he turned to his hand, sighing when he saw the band still in his grasp. The boy whispered something and held it close to his body before slipping the thing over his wrist.

At least he still had it.

The boy looked to the entrance of the cave, seeing the glow of the moon shine through it.

He had to get out. The Warm Bloods would hurt him. He grasped onto the icy wall behind him, his hands sticking like a gecko's to the surface. He tried to be silent as he attempted to pull himself to his feet.

One of his legs dangled sickeningly. The boy held back a whimper of pain, lowering himself to the floor. How could he have forgotten? Why had he not healed yet?

The boy slumped in defeat, glaring at the people across the flames. How could they live hand and hand with fire? Flames could melt and destroy ice, as was apparent by the lack of it around this fire. Ice was the thing that kept his people alive, sheltering them, making tools.

Fire couldn't do that.

Fire could only melt and burn.

He had heard stories of his kind venturing to the world of the Warm Bloods and perishing in the heat. It was the last place he wanted to go. The Warm Bloods he had seen called this land of ice and rock the cursed place, the place where ships go an never return.

Warm Bloods could not live here with out fire…

But he could not live in their world without ice.

As he stared at them, he could see the two shivering slightly, a sensation he had only experienced once. Even with their thick coats and their hoods these people could not live here.

So why did they come?

Maddie smiled slightly, her eyes opening slowly. She yawned, snuggling further into Jack arm, blinking a few times.

It was then that she saw him.

The boy's eyes were wide open, though focused on his leg. His hands moved from the ice to his shin, bringing the crystal over him like it was clay. There was already ice around his torso and thigh, but it was unconnected to the ground. Maddie said nothing, watching fascination as he worked, chipping the ice away from the earth, reaching his hands under his calf and forming even more of the frozen crystal. Once his entire leg was covered, he settled down, his eyes looking around the cavern. Maddie watched as he stared at the ground, defeat reflected in his gaze. He mumbled something softy in a language she couldn't understand, before falling silent…

Then he turned to her…

Maddie pulled out from under her husband's arm, staring at the boy long and hard. He reminded her of a little puppy, the way he looked at her. He was confused and slightly afraid. The woman smiled warmly, nodding.

"Maddie Fenton." She whispered, pointing to herself.

"Mad…eee?" The boy asked softly, cocking his head.

"Yes." The woman nodded. "You understand?"

The boy nodded.

"I'm…D'nni." He whispered, still fearful in the presence of a Warm Blood. "Dage D'nni."

"Dage?" The woman asked.

D'nni nodded, looking away. He knew she wanted him to explain, but his English was terrible. He could understand what she was saying, but could think of no words to describe to her what a Dage was. It was the very same language barrier that had gotten people hurt. The boy held his breath, searching through his mind to find a word that would be Dage to her.

He couldn't find one.

"Is it your family name?" The woman asked.

D'nni shook his head.

"Sa-Dage." He replied.

It was Maddie's turn to cock her head.

"Sa-Dage?" She asked.

"Sa-Dage D'nni." The boy said. He felt miserable unable to communicate with her. He knew that the Warm Bloods could change their moods in a moment's notice.

"Sa, family name." He said.

"So…" Maddie continued. "Is Dage like a title? It shows rank?"

D'nni cocked his head again. Those words were strange to him. He didn't understand.

Jack stirred, letting out a monstrous yawn. D'nni cringed, holding one of his bands to his chest. Maddie noticed and quickly hushed her husband, pointing in the direction of the boy. Jack's eyes widened.

"He's awake." He gasped in disbelief. "Maddie…how are we supposed to get him…"

The woman cut him off shaking her head.

"His name's D'nni and he understands a little English." She said.

"Really?" The man smiled. "I'm Jack. Jaaa-aaakkk." He drew it out long and obnoxiously. D'nni nodded timidly.

"Ja-ak." He replied with his strange voice.

"He said my name Mads!" Jack nearly squealed, hugging his wife tight. "An ice dweller knows the name of the great Jack Fenton!"

Ice dweller?

The boy knew what ice was…it was his element…what he lived around. Dweller…to dwell meant to live…ice liver?

Someone who lives in the ice…

"He's cryokinetic, Jack." Maddie whispered. "I watched him put the ice around his leg. He did that all by himself."

"What's wrong?" Jack asked slowly, pointing to the boy's leg.

"Broken…" D'nni replied bluntly.

"At the hands of a Warm Blood." He hissed in his mind. This one saw him as stupid. He could tell…the other…

The other seemed to care about him. She marveled at his abilities. She broke him from his icy prison. She allowed him to keep his band.

Maybe she was different than the other Warm Bloods. There was something comforting about her that made him want to trust her.

But could he?

"Maddie." Jack whispered. "How are we going to get him back? What if he won't come with us?"

"We'll ask him Jack…and if he doesn't…we'll find a way." His wife replied, turning to the boy

"D'nni?" She asked. The boy locked eyes with her.

"Would you like to come back with us?"

It was an immediate reaction…D'nni shook his head.

"No…" He replied. "This is home."

"But if you came with us, you could see all new kinds of animals and plants. And you could meet more people. There are a lot of people who want to meet you."

The boy continued to shake his head.

"This is home." He insisted.

"There's no one here anymore." Jack said. "You'd be all alone."

D'nni cocked his head.

"They're still here." He insisted. "In the…lodge. It's outside. Tall."

"There's nothing out there D'nni." Maddie replied softly, "We've been all over these parts. There is no one else here but us."

"Lodge is outside. Daeir is there…looking for me." The boy said. "Warm bloods made us. It's there."

"Alright." Maddie sighed. "Could you show it to us?"

The boy nodded for once, but made no movement.

"Can't walk." He said, pointing to his leg.

"It won't heal well like that." Jack said. "We could take you back and have you fixed up in no time."

"No." D'nni said, his voice growing firmer. "I heal myself."

"Let's leave him for a while, Jack." Maddie whispered in her husband's ear. "Maybe he'll change his mind."

The man nodded, settling down on the ice.

"I guess we should make breakfast." He said. "Do you eat anything D'nni?"

The boy couldn't help but vigorously nod.

"Love warm blood food." He said.

The man shrugged the strange comment off, and reached into his pack, taking out a few cans.

"Alright…" He said, looking them over. "I got a can of pears and…a few cans of soup. You like noodles, D'nni?"

"Yes." The boy grinned. "Very much."

"Alright then." Maddie smiled, unfolding a strange grate. She placed it over the green flames and then took out a bowl. Jack struggled momentarily with a can opener, before dumping the contents of the soup-can into it. Maddie then set the bowl over the fire, taking a pot and filling it with ice. She held it over the flames until the ice melted and poured the liquid contents into the bowl. D'nni couldn't help but lick his lips at the smell. The one things warm bloods did right, was learn to cook. It was the only good thing fire could do. He took the scent in deeply, imagining the noodles running down his throat. Maddie saw him, grinning as she dumped some frozen pears out of a can and into another bowl. This one was thawed as well, before being handed to the boy.

"You can have them." She smiled warmly. "Be careful. They might feel a little hot."

D'nni thanked her and took a pear slice in his hands. It was burning, but still he put it in his mouth, chewing tenderly. Warm blood food was always his weakness. The warm bloods he knew always used it against him. But these ones wouldn't. They were kind…right? They weren't going to exploit them…were they?

All he could do was eat up and hope for the best…

The ocean stretched as far as he could see, ending only where the sun poked out from the horizon. The boy crouched upon the edge of a large glacier, absentmindedly throwing shards of ice into the crashing waves. Boredom clouded his mind as he gazed at the water, mesmerized by the animals swimming around peacefully.

Then he saw it.

The thing was small at first, but it steadily grew larger. The boy pulled himself to his feet, shielding his eyes from the sun to get a better look.

It was a ship. Thick frozen foam clung to the bow. The boy gasped, instantly turning on his heel and running across the ice with the sure swiftness of his kind.

He had to get back…