Twilight's Doors

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or anything from Greek Mythology, except my own imagination.


Fate's Thread


"Wow, this place is cool!" Youngblood exclaimed, zooming over to a couple of glowing rainbow-hued beakers. "What are these, Khoremne?"

"It's Ember, dipstick, and I have no clue. Ask the genius mortal," Ember replied, yawning. "Danny, we've got the squirt; it's time to go home."

Danny's blue eyes flashed green; Sam was sure it wasn't just a trick of the light.

"Okay," Tucker replied, pulling up a chair. "Let's get down to the brass tacks. Who are you guys and how are you and that creep back there related, Danny?"

"That 'creep' back there was our father," Danny replied. "We'r originally from Greece, but Mom likes to travel, so Dad tries to stay on her good side or Grandmother Demeter will give him an earful. We only get to see her six months out of the year as it is."

"Yeah," Youngblood murmured, floating down to join them. "Dad is always busy talking with dead people, so we don't get to get out much."

"Which explains why the dog always get loose," Ember teased.

Danny and Youngblood actually blushed.

Sam laughed. "A guilty pair if I ever saw one."

Jazz grinned. "Boys will be boys."

Danny's eyes thoughtfully travelled around the lab, blue turning slightly emerald as they focused on the large octagonal chamber partially crammed in the far wall, next to an ancient computer monitor.

"That's the disturbance I felt," he murmured.


"The child between the worlds has found Khlotho," Lachesis murmured, examining the six glowing strands in her hands.

"Khlotho chose to be reborn as a human," Atropos reminded her. "We agreed not to interfere."

"The Moirae are always three," Lachesis argued.

"We promised not to interfere," Atropos said sharply.

"Only until she spins the first thread," Lachesis murmured in agreement. "That is what we promised."


"Sam, you zoned out for a moment," Jazz said, waving a hand in front of the girl's violet eyes.

"Sorry," the goth girl replied, shaking her head. "I thought I heard voices for a moment."

Jazz frowned. "So if you guys just moved here from Greece, how do you know Sam and Tucker already? Doesn't your Dad find it weird that two of his three kids are ghosts? Why do you have the same last name as me? It's really weird."

Ember pursed her lips, thinking how best to answer the questions without blowing Danny's identity. He loved the human world; she didn't want him to lose that freedom. It was the dark-skinned kid who answered the last one for her.

"It's not so weird for more than one family to have the same last name, Jazz, but in the same profession-really freaky."

Danny laughed. "I agree, but I can't help what my father does for a living, Tuck. We've only met just two days ago."


"There!" Lachesis pointed.

"Where?" Atropos asked, rheumy eyes squinting in the darkness.

"Her fingers are moving; she's playing with a piece of string."

"A piece of string is not a thread of life," Atropos said, rolling her eyes.


Sam stared down at her hands. Sure enough, the voices in her head were right.

"Sam?" Danny was staring at her now.

"Who are Khlotho, Lachesis, and Atropos?" she asked him.

"The Spinner, the Measurer, the Ender," came the automatic response.

"The Moirae," Jazz added. "I took Greek Mythology last year. That's why I know that you guys are lying."

"You're parents have a secret lab," Youngblood argued, the parrot trying to get him to hush.

Danny sighed. "It's all out in the open, then," he said, summoning the rings. "Sam's hearing the voices of the Moirae makes no sense. Since you guys insist on knowing the truth, I'm only half-ghost. Dad is Hades, god of the underworld; Mom is Persephone, goddess of spring. As the Aphanes, Sam, we have to bring you in. I'm sorry."

Ember placed on hand on the girl's shoulder. "There is a mystery here, we don't understand. All we're asking you to do is come with us; nothing more."

"What about us?" Jazz asked, indicating herself and Tucker.

"You are human," the parrot replied, as the ghost boy in front of them clamped its beak shut.

"You are human," he echoed. "Just call me Phantom. Apherephos is my formal name, but Phantom is easier in your tongue. Father, once he is apprised of the situation, may allow you to return to the upper world."

"May allow?" Tucker asked, arching an eyebrow.

"It's the Land of the Dead, dolt!" Youngblood fumed. "The Living aren't allowed there."

"That's enough," Ember told him. "Jazz, I wish we could ask your folk to help us, but they would more than likely shoot us first, than ask questions."

Jazz nodded. "If it will help Sam, I'm sure they'll understand. Let me leave them a note." She scribbled something hasty on a memo pad, then reread what she'd written.

"Okay, let's go."


"She left a thread of life where the humans may find it!" Lachesis screamed.

"A child was miscarried; that was an incomplete thread to begin with," Atropos replied, shaking her head. "But if it'll make you feel better..."

The small thread Sam had been playing with dissolved completely, not even the Fentons' most sensitive instrument would have been able to detect its signature.

"There, all done."

"Thank you."