The truce between the ghosts and hunters, also known as the truce of Amity Park was signed, on the condition that the hostilities between ghosts and hunters come to a halt until the war was over and that relations between them would stay that way until a ghost or hunter broke it. The parchment was signed by three parties, the Fright Knight, representing the ghost side, papa representing the humans, and myself, who represented both worlds. I stood in my dad's old room at FentonWorks. I could feel my heart racing as I heard thousands and thousands of beings chattering to themselves.
"Don't worry, Danny." Dad assured me.
"You'll do great." Jess added as mom gave me an encouraging smile.
"Timi ne, amiko." Wulf added (If you want the translation, go here: http / esperanto – panorama . net / vortaro / eoen . htm).
"Dankon, Wulf." I replied. "Thank you all very much." With that I stepped onto the newly added balcony, speech in my head. I looked out over the audience, a sea of humans and ghosts as far as the eye could see. "Ghostly allies, you have suffered before under the Ghost King. Twice you have defeated him, but both times he came back. However, where there's a will, there's a way. Do we have the will?"
"Yes!" came the reply from the ghosts.
"Then we will find a way! Human friends, others have fallen before us, dying for something they believed in: the American Revolution, the Pacific theatre in World War II, the American Civil War. Not only did they die defending what they believed in, but also their homes. They fell protecting their families from such men as Hitler and Pariah Dark.
"As Lincoln once said, a house divided against itself cannot stand. We are different in the fact that we come from different universes, but we are alike, bound by our contempt to protect ourselves Pariah. Separately, we are no match, but together, we are stronger than steel. We can defeat him and will!"
"What do you suggest we do?" The Fright Knight asked a few days later as Phantom Force assembled, not as a team of superheroes, but a team of viziers, Em by my side.
"Mi proponi ni fari la unua ataki."
"I disagree. There's no sense making a martyr out of one of their men." Dad replied.
"It may also make us look like a frightened animal, attacking only because we've been cornered." Jess agreed.
"However," Em added, "If we strike hard enough, we may be able to strike a second time in succession."
"What do you say, my liege?"
"Tell our men that we will not wait. We will meet the king's army in the town square in three days time." I said, pointing at a map of the city. "Dad, you hide your team, here." I pointed to the northeast corner of the map. Pointing to the northwest, I told the Fright Knight, "You and your army are to wait for my signal. I will fire three ecto balls into the sky. That's your cue. Dad, you wait until they try to escape your way, at which point you cut them off." However, they were the ones to make the first attack. As we were discussing the battle tactics, the wall in front of me blew open, a piece of brick knocking me unconscious.
"What happened?" I asked groggily as I woke up, surrounded by Em, the Fright Knight, and Team Phantom.
"Danny," Jess replied, "You got knocked out just as a skirmish was starting."
"What's wrong with my vision? How come I have no depth perception?"
"As you changed from ghost to human, a piece of shrapnel hit your eye. The doctors say the damage is permanent."
"Give me a mirror." Mom grabbed a compact from her purse. As I opened it, I saw two eyes staring back at me, one on the left electric green, the other one a pale, milky teal, a scar running down my forehead, over my eye, and across my cheek.
"If you'd like, my liege, we can always cover your eye with your hair." The Fright Knight stated.
"No, general. I want my soldiers to see what could have happened to their leader, to give them something to fight for."