Whoo! I actually updated this week!
Older Danny sighed. "It's a long story and…"
"And you're not going to tell us, leaving us virtually clueless in this whole situation?" Camela responded.
Sam sighed. "They have a point."
The man groaned. "Fine."
"Okay, but if you don't mind, I'm going to go way over there." Younger Danny cut in, jabbing his finger behind him. "This isn't exactly something I want to hear again."
Without waiting for a reply, he took off, leaving the futuristic people behind. There was a story to be told.
The young Danny Phantom sat at the base of a tree, staring up into the sky. It was getting dark. Various colors had already painted their way across evening sky and a cool breeze was drifting in. He took a deep breath.
"This is going to be a disaster." He admitted to himself.
"And how do you know that?" A female voice questioned.
Danny twisted around quickly to see Camela floating behind him. Her ghost form was a little…strange. Her wavy white hair was held back in a high ponytail that fell just past her neck. The main part of her top was solid black, with the exception of the famous Danny Phantom symbol. Danny figured that it was only there to mark who she was related to; like a label. White sleeves started around her shoulders and stretched down until they disappeared into short black gloves. Moving downward, her white pants hugged her body loosely. There was a single black stripe running down the side of each pant leg before
the ends collided with the black boots she wore. Danny realized that they had the strange buckles as well. What was it with these people and buckles?!
But the thing that declared her as an oddity was her eyes. They were bright green most of the time, but occasionally flashed blue. Like right now. He guessed that it was another side-effect of having so much of the human gene.
The girl stepped a little closer as she waited for a reply to her question.
"Anything that involves Dan turns out to be a disaster." The male half-ghost answered simply but dramatically.
"We have to go back." She instructed in a flat voice. This whole thing was clearly freaking her out and she was just trying to hide it. "They need you to help plan."
Danny nodded once and stood up, taking off into the sky with Camela at his heels.
"Clockwork," An Observant said to the ancient time ghost "The boy has met his future self. This could ruin the time stream!"
"I am aware of that." Clockwork hissed. "Don't forget that the device I gave him lets me know everything that is happening whenever he is and also that it's why you are able to observe his progress in the first place."
"That is not the point!" The Observant beside the first one snapped. "He…"
"...Is learning too much about his own future. Yes, I realize that. But there is not anything that can be done about it. All we can do is hope and wait. Danny will solve this problem, he's much more capable than you give him credit for."
"You're letting fate rest on the shoulders of a child." Observer one reprimanded.
"Yes, I am. Now, go. You are not needed here." Clockwork dismissed.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Clockwork." Observent two warned gravely before leaving with his companion.
The time ghost turned back to the screen with a troubled look as he observed the path of altered time that was being laid. It was all up to Danny now.
The two half-ghosts landed lightly in front of the group. Darren looked wary of everyone, taking a position farther away from them. Camela - whose eyes had returned to green - changed back as soon as she landed. Older Danny and Sam looked a little tired.
"So what's the plan?" She questioned, looking to her parents and away from the younger Danny.
"We're still working on that." Older Danny announced. "We've been discussing several plans, but we need to work out a few details."
"Plans like?" Camela urged.
"If we go with a full frontal attack, our attention will be split between him and Darren, which might leave us open. Even still, he could always grab one of you and use you as a threat. If we choose a sneak attack…well, we're not sure how that will work. If he figures it out, it'll work to his advantage because
he can turn the tables on us at any moment. If he doesn't figure it out, we may only be able to get one good shot in. After that, our cover will be blown." The man planned.
Younger Danny listened to what his older self had to say and thought hard about it. He ran over all of the other times he saw the evil being and, suddenly, something clicked.
"What about a surprise attack?" Danny suddenly piped up.
"What?" Everyone chorused, turning their undivided attention to him.
"A surprise attack. We need to do something that he won't expect. It's worked all of the other times." Danny thought out.
Older Danny's eyes lit up. "You're right. The first time, he only lost because he didn't know that I-er-we could use the Ghostly Wail."
"And when he attacked me," Darren started, going with the flow "I only got away because he wasn't expecting me to be able to attack."
"Now, the only question is…how do we surprise him?" Sam spoke up.
As soon as she said that, everyone started whispering their ideas. Meanwhile, Danny started to think on his own again. His mind ran over each battle with as much detail as he could remember. The first time he used the ice power on Dan, the ghost didn't expect it. Wait! The freezing ability was something that Dan didn't have; something that they could use against him. Danny began to delve further into this until all of the puzzle pieces started aligning. He smiled to himself and looked up. The group was still arguing about plans, criticizing and contradicting one another. Danny cleared his throat, unnoticed by the group.
"Um, guys?" Danny spoke up, louder. No one heard him over what had become yelling. "Hello?!" He screamed loudly.
This finally got a little of their attention. He smiled as all eyes were on him.
"I have a plan."
Okay, so the good news was that I updated this week. The bad news is that I need to spend extra time on a book I plan to publish before I finish high-school, so I'm choosing this week to work on it a bit. The other possibly bad news is that I may or may not have a broken/fractured finger. Which is only bad news because typing with a cast or splint on would be really difficult. So, I'm just praying that it's only swelled. (Okay, given that I hurt it weeks ago and the thing is still swolen is probably a bad sign, in which case I might be looking at a rebreak. Fun).