Hey, it's Thanksgiving and I have school day off. I'm gonna try to fit this chapter in and the rest before Monday. I hope you like this chapter. Review please!!

"Danny, we're almost landing," Sam informed me as soon as the air plane passed through the clouds that were over Old Town, Main. It was a city struck in the middle of Main. This is where my great great grandfather lived including the rest of my family from my mother's side besides Aunt Alisha who was recently divorced.

I could feel the presents of several mutants hiding in one part of Old Town. I knew that was where my great great grandfather was keeping the hidden mutants. Since he wasn't the chosen Halfa anymore, the only thing he could do was keep the mutants hidden until the real chosen Halfa appeared to judge the mutant hunters. The old man still had the spunk in him. The same spunk that I would one day have.

As soon as the plane landed, Sam, Dani, and I exited the air plane with nobody asking questions about how we were capable of sneaking inside an airplane. It was a good thing too, because I probably would've had to do some jedi trick from Star Wars or something. HA! That would be something to see.

Sam clutched my hand inside of hers. Dani just followed me from behind. She smiled the whole time from when we got off the airport to when we were inside the cab and on our way to see Gramps. This meeting was so going to be complicated to explain. Like for one thing, Dani was to never separate from me EVER! I thought of different ways to explain to Gramps how I was the chosen Halfa and the whole kitten caboodle.

"I can't wait to see Gramps again. It's been how long? Forever it seems," Dani smiled.

"Yeah, he'll be happy to see you," I muttered while messing with my finger tips.

"He'll love you too, you know," Dani said.

"Thanks," I said before looking out the window. I felt Sam's hand gently on my shoulder.

"I'll be with you all the way," Sam said before she softly kissed my cheek.

My arm slid around Sam's waist and her head ducked under my chine.

Dani still glanced at the window right where the river stood by the road. I sighed, and then relaxed my head on top of Sam's head. I was still nervous, but not as much now.

It was only a matter of time before we came across a wide yellow house. The neighborhood seemed peaceful and the house had a nice, evenly cut lawn along with bushes of gold flowers surrounding the house. There was a wooden fence that was painted a yellow orange color with a gate that lead to the backyard.

"He must be related to you. You've always wanted gold flowers surrounding the house front and back," said Sam.

"We're supposed to have similar tastes. He's almost like my past life, but with different lives. It's because of our long memories of the former chosen Halfas."

Sam nodded her head. It's obvious that all the past chosen Halfas were influenced by the chosen Halfas before them. Sometimes one may disagree with the other and go a different way. It's complicated really.

I took a deep breath before I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. It's a good thing he had a doorbell. I never could handle the knocking-on-the-door.

The door was opened by a man who looked to be about 30 years old. He had black hair, dark eyes, rough hands, sturdy feet, and a simple outfit of blue jeans, a white cotton T-shirt, and boots. At first he looked surprised to be met by strangers, and then he saw Dani. Anybody could tell who that girl was by the enthusiasm.

"Oh gracious sakes, I must be dreaming," the man said bugeyed.

"GRAMPS!!" Dani shouted as she flew right up to the old man who looked more like my uncle.

"Dani, oh goodness. I'd know that face anywhere if I ever saw one," my gramps laughed before he saw me.

That's when Gramps froze in place. He didn't recognize me since we've never met, but he saw Dani's face in my face: Dani's eyes, Dani's cheeks, Dani's messy hair without the ponytail. We looked like twins. I'm not sure how long Grandpa stared at me before I started talking.

"We need to talk," was all that came out of my mouth.

"Who are you?" Gramps asked.

"I'm one of your descendants and this is my girlfriend, Sam."

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss," Gramps smiled while shaking Sam's hand, and then turned his head back to me. "Tell me your name, I don't recall having a grandson or son that looks like the twin version of my granddaughter."

"Does Danny Fenton ring a bell?" I asked while sweat poured from my forehead.

I expected some shouting, throwing heavy objects, or any type of fighting, but nothing could prepare me for this: Gramps gently put my cousin down right behind him and put two hands against each side of the door. I guess when you don't have any mutant powers, there's not much you can do.

"Fenton. What do you want?"

"I need your help. You were the chosen Halfa right? I've been hearing cries and pains from the mutants for the past few years and it has been getting worse since two years ago. I... I'm not good with this judging thing. What should I do... I mean..." I was cut off by my now bewildered great great grandfather.

"Wait, wait, hold the phone, are you telling me you're the new chosen Halfa?"

"Yes, when you tried to choose me, you just turned me into a true born mutant," Dani answered Gramp's question.

"So when I... you mean I did... oh Mary and Joseph."

"Do you think you can help me, please? I know my mother betrayed us, but I'm not sure how I can handle judgment if it means punishing my own parents," I cried.

"Relax there, son. Come right inside and I'll do my best," Gramps promised.

We all came inside the calm and quiet house. It had furry rugs everywhere and the couches felt as though they were made of pure cotton. I have never rested in any more comfortable couches in my life until now.

Gramps offered us some tea and cakes. It was almost like back in the early 20th century with an addition to our modern way of life. I guess the same cycle would happen to me in two-hundred years.

"How many mutants are captured?" Gramps asked.

"About all of the twenty states, most on the Eastern side. Most of the mutants were born in the U.S. The few that are in Europe and Africa are all hiding and only about 20% are imprisoned. As for the ones in Amity Park I had just recently set free, they are all gone and only five of them were recaptured," I said. One of the things about being the chosen Halfa was that you were always precise on the mutant population.

"It's worse than I thought."

"What's gonna happen Grandpa?" Dani asked.

"Danny will have to judge and demand discipline for what these Mutant Hunters are doing. As for their sentence, that is all up to him. Danny, you're the chosen Halfa now, you have to decide the fate of your parents and the others that bring harm to the mutants."

"But Gramps, what if what I decided is the wrong decision? I'm only fourteen."

"Good, because I had my first judgment when I was ten. You have two-hundred more years to judge and learn from your past ancestors' mistakes. You know their judgments by heart and their histories, including mine. Do what you think is best. I will help as much as I can until I finally turn gray old after two centuries."

"I guess you're right. Maybe you can be a distraction for a while. I doubt if my mother knows that there's a new chosen Halfa."

"Didn't you hack into her brain to be sure that she really thought that?" Dani asked.

"Not exactly. I never had the reason to do so," I admitted.

"Still, he has a point there. What are your powers, Dani?" Gramps asked my cousin.

"I can copy other mutant's powers, but I can't get rid of them or give them to another like Danny."

"Hm, then maybe you just might be able to be my mutant powers for a while, so that I can keep those devils busy."

"Great idea. I did hack into one of the Guy's in White agents while I was saving Kwan's butt. They're planning to locate the chosen Halfa by using some sort of power booster. They need all the mutants of the world to turn this machine on. Obviously, that is not going to work, but I can power this machine up and use it to destroy the Guys in White Main Facility. If that is taken out, defeating the Mutant Hunters will be a piece of cake."