Posted on: June 17, 2007
Fc: -edges in with a wooden shield- Um… Hi everyone –ducks a flying tomato- Um… yes I know I'm a bit late with this one. –dodges another tomato- Yipe! Okay! I'm a lot late! –tomato hits her square in the face- All right! I'm sorry! Don't kill me!!! –A sword flies up and hits the wooden shield- O.O; -whimpers and faints-
-off to the side-
Mira: That's so mean Fern! How can you do that?
Fern: Easy, like this –throws a tomato, hitting Fernclaw in the face. -
Mira: Oh Let me try!!! –Throws the sword-
Fern: -steps away- Um… Mira? Let's keep this between us…
Mira: -brightly- Okay!
Disclaimer: One, two, four, three! The-only-thing-I-Own-is-ME! and yes I swiped the Calm concept from Final Fantasy X… You may Sue me now!
Second Chance
The Cry of the Fallen
First person POV (one of my favorite styles now.)
The Calm. I had heard of it before. When a great hero dies, it can feel as though the world has finally stopped and time won't move on for the better. This world and the ghost zone were in a total standstill. I'm not erm; I wasn't all that important right? I was just your average teenage boy, Shy and clumsy, and due to my curiosity and dumb luck I got superpowers. I wasn't one to become great, or even admired. The jocks beat me up regularly, bands geeks put me down and over all I was not one to be cared for, let alone remembered. But when We arrived, That Calm was present.
Sam clutched me tightly to her chest as we entered the church. It was amazing the amount of people who were there. I recognized parts of my family, my grandparents, cousins (on my dad's side), aunts and uncles. A good amount of my classmates were there too, Dash, Paulina, Kwan, Star, Mikey, that girl I sat behind in science, and of course, Valerie. I wondered if she knew, (well in that case) if anyone here knew my secret. And how would they if Jazz, Tucker or Sam didn't say anything? I guess Jazz had told mom and dad but what about the rest of these people? My brain can't handle this…
Anyway, After a little while of people talking and mourning and such, everyone filed into a large room where I guessed they gave sermons. There was a large podium, on a raised platform in the front of the room, long wooden benches with high backs lining each section, and deep red carpet on the floor. The lighting was low and the stained glass windows looked saddened by the rain and dismal mood. Sam, Tucker and my immediate Family sat in the first row as other people began to fill in.
Maybe, no not even fifteen minutes later, everyone had settled in and the service began. It felt strange to me, supposed to be dead and yet attending my own Funeral…It was a little unsettling in retrospect. Tucker sneezed, again. Several people threw him very scorning looks. Tucker just sighed and rubbed his irritated nose.
I think I fell asleep not to long after that… Aren't Cats nocturnal? I Really ought to have paid more attention in Biology… I was no longer
On Sam's lap, rather I was on the seat where she had been sitting. I looked around wildly, concerned and a little disoriented. There she was, standing giving her eulogy up at the podium. I felt moved by her words, and apparently so did everyone else around me.
"Danny was more than just your average teenaged boy. Sure he wasn't the smartest kid, the most creative, or the most athletic. However, when it came right down to it, Danny was there, defending the people and town he loved. About a year ago, Danny was in an accident in his parents' lab. Through it, Danny received ghost powers and became our town hero, Danny Phantom." She paused, and smirked a bit "His lack of Creativity showing in his Identity choice. Fortunately few people were able to draw the conclusion that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were one and the same." She paused again and wiped a tear from her eyes. "He was hated by some, adored by many and thought to be evil on more than one occasion. Danny Will be sorely missed by his friends family and admirers. And…"
that was it. The tears finally broke free, and fell freely down her cheeks. Tucker, who stood next to Sam, escorted her back to her seat. She picked me back up and held me tightly as she just sat there shaking and crying softly. I said, 'it's going to be alright. don't cry.' Which only came out as a little mew. It seemed to suffice, as she loosened her grip and stroked my head, "You're right. I shouldn't cry. I have to be strong. For him."
Fc: I'm so glad That that's done. Now I must ask or plea for someone's depiction of Cute 'ittle Phantom. Please? My scanner broked and due to finals and upcoming family trip, we can't go get it fixed… yet… just PM, Email, or leave the link in a review. Much appreciation
Fern: How pitiful you are… So Very pitiful…
