I OWN NOTHING!

There were some name mistakes and other issues that had to be fixed. Mainly with Malay language… ENJOY. NAMES CHANGED!

Okay, these next many chapters will be kinda short. I'm sorry I keep changing things on you guys… but… I JUST HAD TO POST IT NOW!

AxDP CP11

Danny's eyes snapped open. The scene around him was unfamiliar… dark, even. He felt a light hand press against his chest.

"Stay down, son. The other benders will be with us shortly," a male voice sounded. He was a tall, lean man. Had chestnut skin, crazy and unique blue eyes, and shadow black hair.

Danny licked his lips, realizing they were dry. "Wh-what happened?" He stuttered.

The man's gaze was filled with remorse. "Pariah got to them, son. I'm Damon, by the way. Mind telling me whom you are?"

The Halfas mouth quivered slightly, very confused of this twist in events. "I'm… Daniel. Daniel Roh. What's this about Pariah?" Whoa… where did that name come from?

Damon leaned back in his seat. This boy had appeared out of nowhere, but, as it turns out, was just like them. What people call a Special-Bender.

"Pariah's the ghost king, Daniel. There's a war raging. Do you remember how you got here, son?"

Danny's frown deepened. Should he tell him… wait a minute… Pariah's the king? Was he knocked out longer then he thought? No, that couldn't be it. Maybe he was just… great.

Danny groaned slightly when he realized what peril he was in. What was up with ghosts— and now spirits— making is life so darn complicated?

The young Halfa tried to sit up, but was forced down by Damon. "Remain, Daniel. The others will be here soon."

Danny looked up, somewhat fearful as to what was coming. "Who? Who's coming?" He managed to ask.

The elder man smiled, something he hadn't done often lately. "People like us, child. Ghostly humans with special powers. They'll be here soon, Daniel."

Danny tried to remain awake, he really did, but he felt so tired. So weak. Unable to fight it, he scrummed to the painless place of his subconscious.

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It was musty. The air was hard to breath, but Danny was the only one who seemed to realize it. It was also colder then normal; but Danny hardly noticed.

Damon was smiling at the young teenager. Si Bulan (The Moon) had arrived a shirt while ago to check up on him. She did confirm that he was one of them. Which was a good thing, too. They had just lost Amen and Tamer.

Although, the waterbender wasn't able to decipher his natural power.

At first, Damon had feared he had been working for Pariah, but their prisoners claimed that they didn't know him. And Si Bulan believed them.

She was one of the water master; a special one, like Sang Beku (TheFrozen). She was always able to tell when who— or what— was speaking the truth of telling that of a lie. Si Bulan was what people referred to as a mage. But, in this case, it was a complement.

The teen remained sleeping, a soft and potent breath escaping every thirty-seconds.

That had terrified Si Bulan at first. It was a very low breathing rate, indeed. But, the boy appeared just fine.

Si Bulan was a tall female, around 5'8, and twenty-seven years old. Her hair was a lovely white, her eyes a silvery-blue. Her thin lips were almost always in a bright smile.

Sang Beku entered, his long hair pulled into a high bun. "So, this is the boy," were his first words. He walked over to him, his arms crossed. "A skinny little thing, isn't he?"

Si Bulan laughed. "Yes, Icy. I think so. Though, I wish he would awaken."

Sang Beku scowled at his nickname. "Don't call me 'Icy'," he muttered. Then, he sat straight up, a stern look on his face. "What's his name, Si Bulan?"

Damon took the liberty of answering his question. "Daniel Roh, or so he said."

Kelly looked up at his friend. "Daniel? That's an odd name. Where's he from?"

Damon shrugged. "Didn't ask."

The blonde gave a nod to his friend, then turned away. They all just remained there in silence.

Then, as if on cue, a short, light-gray skinned man stormed into the room, all sweaty and panting. "Pariah h-he's h-h-here, Damon." He muttered.

Instantly, Damon shot up from his chair, panic written all over his face. "Sang Zuhayr, where is he now?"

Sang Zuhayr took a few heavy breaths, then pointed outside. "About a mile east. Damon he-he got your parents."

Instantly, all ignitable thing burst into flames. That included the walls, carpeting, and furniture in the small home.

The group was very stunned by the green energy radiating off of Daniel. What was more surprising was that it solidified to form a neon green shield, masking the boy from the whisks of fire.

The flames died down just as quickly as they had came, leaving scorch marks on all they had touched.

Damon payed little mind to the teen, for he had more important issues to deal with. The firemaster sprinted from the adobe, running east.

The entire woods outside was lit in green flames. The tress cried out, begging for help. But, the only thing to reach Damon's ears was the sound of his families cries.

"Mama! Ayah!" He yelled, picking up speed.

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After the use of his powers, which the teen had sensed, Danny began to stir. He opened his eye, which he realized didn't feel quite as powerful; meaning they were blue again. "W-where am I?" He asked. Then, the young Halfa remembered where he had awoken, and promptly groaned. "Great," he mumbled, unaware that the adults in the room could hear him. "I'm still here… stupid Haybi. Stupid Clockwork…"

The adults looked at each other, then back at the groggy teenager. Should they help their friend or flee with the boy, possibly meeting up with Damon another day?

Sang Zuhayr frowned heavily. "Si Bulan, you and Daniel Roh leave. Sang Beku and I shall help our friend," he ordered.

The women, knowing men had more rule, nodded respectfully and went to pick up Danny. Danny, however, had no intention of going anywhere.

"What's happened?" He asked, now fully awake and in hero mode.

Sang Beku's frown deepened. "Damon's parents are under attack. You need to–"

"Don't you dare tell me to run, Miser." Danny interrupted. "If I'm here, then I might as well help, right?"

Sang Zuhayr stood a bit taller. "No, young one. You are too young to risk your life for such a purpose."

Danny flew to his feet, surprising everyone. For some reason, Danny felt that it was alright if they knew of his abilities. "I risk my butt saving people for no reason every hour of everyday. You may be older, maybe even tougher, but get this. You don't boss me around. We're on the same side… I think. And, we both want to help 'Damon', right?" He received nods. "Then let me help."

All Sang Zuhayr could do was nod. "Very well, Daniel. Let us go, then."

Danny bit the inside of his cheek, restraining the urge to correct him on his name. Then, the group headed out.

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"Pariah, let my parents go, now!" Damon screeched, coming to a halt.

The ghost king laughed, "Don't worry, my boy, I shall spare them. For now. But you and your friends are dead."

Damon screamed when the green flames began to touch his skin, burning him. "Evil bangsat!" He swore in their tongue. (It's Malay, by the way.)

The king laughed darkly. (Pun intended.) "I hope you enjoyed giving your world a few extra years, boy. That's all you did; stall the inevitable."

"Think again, Dark!"

All eyes turned to the source of the voice. As you've probably guessed, it's Danny. "You know, this is actually kinda cool. I mean, really? I get to beat your butt again! Only problem… I don't have the ecto-suit… damn."

Pariah stared at the boy. How had he followed him here… "You, Halfa! How did you get into this timezone! This universe?"

'Oh…' Danny thought. 'So, I've already faced him in our time… this is strange…'

"That's my business, Dark! How the hell did you get here?"

Damon was shocked! These two new each other… fought each other? The teen had won? What's an 'ecto-suit'? Timezone? Universe?

Pariah laughed menacingly. "Don't know, don't care. But, you, Halfa, shall perish!"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Look, I usual reserve this name for someone else but… You're a cheesehead."

Sang Zuhayr, Sang Beku, and Damon's mind was bursting with more questions. But, they new they couldn't ask them… yet.

Pariah's dark green veins showed through his neck as he tensed with rage. "Insolent mortal! You barely beat me last time! What makes you think you can do it again?"

Danny took a good, long look at the king. This sure was weird… time travel's confusing. Good thing?

"You don't have the ring, Pariah. The Ring of Rage is still in the Ghost Zone, dude."

Pariah, of course, already knew that. "Silence, fool! If you leave, I may spare your life until I conquer Earth!"

Danny leapt into the air and transformed, only raising questions for his friends below. "Pariah, look, I don't want to have to shove you into the Sarcophagus again. It's a head rush. So, if you could just–"

Dark roared with laughter. "Don't you see, Phantom? It doesn't exist yet! You can't beat me without killing me! I've already won, son."

Worst part?

Danny knew the king was right.

I kinda have a thing for cliffys, don't I?

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