Short one today.
Day 18: Horror was posted as part of the Chains of Kings.
Day 19: Doors was posted as part of Doorways.
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Sky
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Depending on perspective, the Ghost Zone either didn't have a sky, or it was nothing but sky. Danny preferred the later interpretation. It put a familiar spin on a place that was, at its core, incredibly alien.
Not that Danny minded the alien part. He'd wanted to be an astronaut, after all.
But flying through the sky, even a green one- That was good. Danny, Phantom, was a creature of the sky. Flying came to him as easily as breathing, as easily as falling. Breaking the laws of gravity felt right to him in a way none of his other powers quite matched.
Maybe it was because flying was a power for him. It wasn't a weapon. It wasn't a shield. It wasn't for sneaking, or running, not really, although he supposed he used it for those things.
Flying was his. Something he could enjoy and have the enjoyment be untainted by memories of battle.
He loved flying. He loved the sky.
And, he thought, as the thin green clouds of the Ghost Zone trailed into spirals off his fingertips and the wind twisted encouragingly around him, he thought the sky might love him back.