I do not own Pendragon. I wish I did though.

After that day, Joni broke up with Matthew, and decided to become more assertive. Miranda began stalking Daniel around the school yard, Luke and Daniel were now good friends. Press was starting to get over his paranoia about Seth. And things were going well. Until one day, in Gr. 6.

Daniel groaned. More literacy. More school, and more having to run away from Miranda, and more "talk" from his parents. Whoop-di-doo. Not. As the bell rang, he slumped into his seat. He looked over and saw his best friend, Luke. Luke smiled and waved at him. But Daniel noticed a scar on his hand. One that hadn't been there yesterday. Daniel knew that there were worse family situations. Such as Luke's. His father did not treat him well. At all. He looked over to see Joni. She waved a cheerful "hi" and smiled at him. Then the teacher walked in, or rather, the substitute teacher. Or, otherwise known as Mrs. Evangeline Santia.

"Hi guys! Isn't it a beautiful day!"

What's with her…this doesn't make sense. She's usually an old grouch. Then Daniel's question was answered.

Mrs. Santia was enveloped by a spiral blue light, and was replaced by Daniel's uncle. The coolest guy Daniel ever knew. His uncle, Morrison.

"I'm afraid I'm not your teacher, and Daniel."

"Yes, Uncle?"

"You're getting picked up."

"By who?"

"Me."

Daniel smiled, in a somewhat chesire cat matter. It was a different habit of his.

"Alyssa has to come too."

The smile dropped. He liked Luke, but COME ON! His sister?! Who just happens to be Seth's girlfriend?! Ick.

As the three walked out of the school yard, Morrison took them through the field, and walked towards Spook Cave. Alyssa passed a glance to her new partner, Daniel, who she knew very well, and she knew that Daniel believed that there was a ghost in that there that would disembowel anyone who dared take a step inside. Daniel's eyes were bouncing all over the place. For Daniel, that was like someone screaming for "mommy" and running away. The superstition was crazy. Absolutely bonkers. There wasn't a ghost. They walked in. She felt something warm grab her hand. She almost shrieked! Which would have been silly, because it was just a very terrified Daniel. She chuckled, because the fingernails looked like there had been excessive biting. She had to stop him.

"Can you try to keep quiet?! The ghost will hear you."

That was probably the worst thing she could say. Because Daniel grabbed her hand even harder, and started to whimper. She did too. The now pointy nails were digging into her skin. It hurt.

"Can you pass him up too me? Don't worry. I can tell the q-u-i-g hasn't been in here for a while.

"Wh-what's a qu-quig?" Daniel stammered

Alyssa had to chuckle, if only she had thought to bring a video camera. He was always acting like he was cool. Though it was probably to try to impress Joni.

"I'll hand you to your uncle."

"Ok-okay." He stammered.

Alyssa cursed. Why had she NOT brought a video camera!

She walked up to Morrison and gently pushed him over.

Daniel was terrified. He could imagine a ghost coming to eat him, so when Morrison tapped him, he let out an ear piercing shriek.

"Don't eat me!!!"

"sigh…It's me." Morrison groaned. Why was superstition invented?

"Do you want to know why were here?"

"Can we get out of here, please?!" Daniel spoke, sounding frightened.

"Very well."

Morrison walked up to the door with a crudely drawn star and spoke firmly.

"Veelox."

As if on cue, the gate came to life. Light shone so brightly Daniel shielded his eyes from the piercing light. Then, they got sucked in. Daniel desperately searched for a stronghold on the wall. He could find none. The mysterious, and haunting light enveloped him. Images of pyramids, and endless ocean swarmed him like flies with honey. He looked over to see his uncle, sitting, calmly. He looked over in the opposite direction to see Alyssa pretending to swim through the light. Then they landed. Crash landed.

Alyssa hit the ground gracefully. Morrison did too. Daniel, however looked like he was "kissing" the pavement. She chuckled. Then they were greeted by a young teenager. The traveller for Veelox. Raymir Killian.

"Greetings, Tilton, and Duraan. Who is the small boy?"

"This would be my nephew, Daniel Santia."

"Hi." He tried to say, but his head was still on the pavement

"Daniel, get up!" Alyssa ordered

He got up.

"What makes you boss?"

"The fact that I'm the lead traveller, which makes me your superior."

"One problem Alyssa, I'm not a traveller" He snottily remarked.

"Actually, Daniel, you are."

"You're joking. Right? You're just going to tell me April fools, and my classmates are waiting on the other side."

"Daniel, I know this is hard to accept, but you have to. Have I asked you to do anything like this?" Morrison asked

"No, not really. Is this for real?"

"Yes it is."

"Okay, so we explore, then we go home? Right?" The look in Daniel's eyes begged for a yes. He didn't get what he wanted.

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Can I talk to anyone?! Back home?!"

"Only one person, and that's through a journal."

"Who?! Who is that person?!"

"Whoever you decide it to be."

"Maybe, your friend Luke?"

"All right. I will. Why can't I just visit them."

"You will get a chance to visit them sometimes, but we are preparing you for when the Phantom strikes."

"Phantom?" Daniel asked warily

"Let me tell you about the Phantom:

The Phantom, or the Demon Traveller is a man that was a traveller, 1000 years ago. He turned on us after a terrible tragedy. He almost killed all of Halla, in his mad quest of vengeance. The rumor is, his twentieth direct descendant will appear in 35 years, and complete the mission. What we have to do is get the descendant to stay on our side. There may be a hero to stop him, but we can't risk it."

"Uncle, a thought just came to me. Wouldn't this descendant be alive about now?"

"Yes, he is."

Daniel didn't know it, but this descendant was someone he knew so well. Too well. If you know him, you have probably heard of his title. Morrison was foreshadowing about some of the events that happen in his life story.