DannyF: You are completely insane.
HC: Yeah, I know. Oh, guess what, I've got The Magic of Yu-Gi-Oh! up.
Yami Bakura: Nani! Ra save us, I've heard things about you Herald of Chaos! You will not-
HC: Gets out flamethrower Don't make me use this beauty. Besides, it was Chaos's idea and fortunately he's not here to defend himself.
DannyP: Don't worry. It can't possibly be that bad, Thief. By the way, before HC yells or uses that thing, she doesn't own Danny Phantom.
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It was there again. The blaring, buzzing, beeping annoyance called an alarm clock. A fist, covered in green radiant energy, shot out of the tangled sheets and silenced the menace. Angry blue eyes tinged radiant green glared at the offending device, only to find a smoking pile of char where blood red numbers should have been. "Great, just wonderful. I'll have to hide th-" The black haired boy, Danny, cut himself off as the latch on his bedroom door clicked. He blocked the remains of the clock with his body as a red-haired girl about two years older than he entered. He glared at his sister, "What do you want, Jazz? I just woke up."
"Danny, you have to hurry. You need to be at school an hour early for Mr. Lancer's detention, remember?"
"Great. First I lose control and blast the alarm clock, after having what must have been a hallucination about meeting another halfa, and missing three days of sleep. My life really can't get any worse." Danny got up, revealing that he'd slept in his clothes, and was about to head for the bathroom when thunder reverberated through the ground. It sounded almost like a very large gong being struck in a tunnel under the city.
The sound surprised them both, but the siblings shook it off as just another weird part of life in Amity Park. "Well," Jazz looked at her younger brother, "I don't know what that was but the tone definitely said things will get worse. And unless we leave in the next five minutes, your record of detentions will definitely do that."
Two minutes later, the two were seated in Jazz's car speeding toward Casper High School.
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"I do not believe this! I will not leave the only home I have ever known!" Xian Chala's voice became weak underneath her anger. Her eyes, usually the calm blue of a lake, raged different shades from second to second, reflecting the dizzying confusion she felt. "I can't. This place I know everything of, but of the outside I am ignorant as a babe." She took a breath, reflecting, realizing she had known this day would come. "Nevertheless, destiny dictates my steps in this. I must go."
"My child," Yingtao's almond-shaped brown eyes reflected concern for the one whom he loved as a daughter, "I have held more love for you than any other, yet even had the prophecy not come to pass, you would have left, for walls cannot hold the wind. But come, I have a gift." He led Xian Chala to the library where so much of her childhood had been spent. There he gave her a giant book roughly the size of a cobblestone. "This is the Allbook. Every prophecy ever made is found here. Also, this," he produced another book, made of black kyrnya1 with a name stitched in silver in the bottom left corner of the cover. "It is a compilation of all your notes and conclusions and studies these fifteen years. The name is yours, told us by a raven, who died soon after. We believed this was the best way to honor him."
"My name? Or my Kamara? If it is my Kamara, this cannot be. Jayde Nightwing Silverwind is three parts." Xian Chala stood confused, asking with her eyes what this meant. She knew that a Kamara, or element call, was a very sacred thing to receive, for that is what the element calls its child. However, three part names denote great power, and receiving a Kamara at such a young age was even more astounding.
"It is your Kamara. As I said, the raven revealed it to us. Since your familiar is a raven, we knew it was yours. You must never reveal your full Kamara to a stranger, or they will have power over you." Yingtao then saw the question in his former student's eye. "What is it child?"
"The only other Bender with a three part Kamara was Raylec Aquarius Waterwhirl, he who caused the destruction of Atlantis. Will I become a destroyer as well?" Xian Chala, now Jayde, allowed confusion to cloud her brilliant Caribbean aqua eyes with deepwater gray.
"That will not be your fate. Now, you must go."
"But I'll have to train a Nightbender. How will I-" Yingtao cut her off.
"Do not worry. There is a night wisp in Amityville. She will take the Night-child. Now go, for the alarm has been sounded. And do not forget this place."
"Never. Amity Park, here I come. Time to dance with the devil." With that, she bent the wind to her will and flew off into the distance.
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It watched as the pinprick in the boundary's fabric grew wider. Three voices issued from one mouth. "Soon. The Strike will come soon."
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"Class!" The slightly paunchy, nearly bald Mr. Lancer addressed the teenage rebels he taught, "A new student is joining our ranks. It is my hope that she will be welcomed as one of our own. MR. FENTON!"
Danny jumped. He'd been close to dozing off, again. "Wha! I'm up!"
"Indeed. I am enchanted you saw fit to join us in the conscious world. Can you tell me what I just said, Mr. Fenton?" Mr. Lancer glared down at Danny, who at that point was one of the less promising students in the class.
"Um, uh, new girl?" He was clueless, but his thoughts had been on the dream (or was it a dream) about the girl halfa last night.
"Yes, actually. Allow me to introduce," Mr. Lancer made a flourishing gesture toward the door, which opened as a brown haired girl of medium height walked in. "Ms. Reina Daren. Ms. Daren, please take a seat behind Mr. Fenton." He gestured toward Danny, who was currently staring at the girl. He could have sworn he'd seen her before.
"Sam," Danny leaned toward his best friend as Mr. Lancer turned back to teaching, "Does she look familiar to you? I'd swear I've seen her before."
Before Sam could answer, the girl sat down and leaned forward. "Hey, sleepy, looks like you finally got some sleep." Her forest green eyes gleamed wickedly, "You really shouldn't make a habit of sleeping in a girl's arms. She may get used to it." The indirect admittance of who she was had the desired effect.
As soon as Danny heard her voice, he mentally overlaid her with his image of the halfa in his dream. Excluding color, the images were a match. He hadn't been dreaming. Sam's mind also drew the conclusions Danny had, and then both of them registered the rest of the girl's statement. Danny nearly went red.
As far as Sam was concerned, Danny was hers. "Don't flirt with Danny. We may not be dating, but he's mine." The Goth hissed the statement in a voice colder than a Plutonian winter night. Danny, fortunately, was already spacing out, again.
"Chill," Green confronted inflamed violet, "I just wanted to freak him. He probably thought last night was a dream. Besides, I may play heroine, but I'm no goody two shoes."
Sam glared, "You were just messing with his head?" Obviously she was still a bit suspicious.
"Yeah. Besides, I got my sights on Tucker." Both girls giggled at this, and then they knew they'd get along just fine. Then the fire alarm went off.
Since it wasn't a planned alarm, chaos ensued, and one of Danny's least favorite opponents showed up. "I AM THE BOX GHOST!"
Danny had seen it coming and was already in the fray when Reina said, "I got him."
She then heard Danny. "Do you ever just stop, Box Brain? I mean this is, what, the," He glanced at Tucker for confirmation, "Four hundredth time I've fought you?" The words were almost nonchalant. So was the attitude with which he fought. He fired a couple of green ghost rays and dodged several badly aimed desks. Reina was impressed, because, all things considered, he shouldn't have been fighting this well.
"Actually, Danny, it's fight No. 658 for the Box Ghost. Pretty stubborn for a ghost. Or just stupid." Tucker couldn't resist the joke.
"I vote both," Sam piped in. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"No. 658? How long has Danny been a halfa?" Reina couldn't contain her curiosity.
"Just three years, though it sometimes seems longer." Sam just looked at the girl with sparkling jet hair and pink red eyes. "If you like averages that's about three times a week. Give or take. Why?"
"No wonder Danny's just playing with him. He's having fun!" Reina realized she wouldn't need to fight so she just went human.
"That, and the Box Ghost is good practice." Tucker watched as the phantom was trapped in the Fenton Thermos.
"Well, was anyway." Danny landed and turned his radiant green eyes on Reina. "By the way, I'm Danny Phantom, for a proper introduction. As you can see, I can handle this town. I don't need any help." He didn't want to show a girl any weaknesses.
Reina knew that if she didn't argue her case now, he'd chase her out of town if she tried to fight. At least till he needed help again. So she put on her most pathetic sad puppy face, and a few fake tears leaked out. "Please let me help you. I promise I won't reveal myself. I just want to keep practicing." She whined.
"Dude," Tucker was first to notice the tears. "You just made her cry."
Danny noticed, then, and he was a sucker for a girl in tears. "Okay, okay, I'll take you on patrols. Happy?" His eyes silently begged her to stop crying.
"Promise?" She sniffed.
H lifted his left hand and put his right over his heart. "Solemn oath. Just please stop crying!"
The tears evaporated instantly leaving Reina wearing a triumphant smirk. "Okay! Boy that was easy!"
Danny was so surprised that he went human again and exclaimed, "You tricked me! That's it! You can't come!"
"Uh, Danny, I wouldn't say that if I were you," Sam warned. "After all, a solemn oath broken will haunt you for the rest of your life."
"Really?" Tucker was curious, "How do you know that? Some kind of book of Ancient Pagan Rituals?"
"Yes, actually."
"Well, I don't believe in Pagan Rituals." Danny then glared at Reina, "And I hate you. I really do." The venom in his voice was one of friendly anger, though, not hate.
"Sorry, Ghost-boy. You are officially stuck with me, because we are gonna be great friends. They already know it." She crossed her arms under her breasts, threw her hip to the side, and smirked.
He then glared at the two traitors who were backing the new girl up. "I hate you two, I really do."
"We know, Danny. We love you, too."
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HC: MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! It is COMPLETE… well, this chapter anyway. Are you, my wondrous, readers confused yet?
Siris: You know that isn't very nice. Stop trying to confuse people. Half the time it works.
Yami: Don't you mean more than half the time? Si, she's keeping us confused.
Sam: What are you two doing here? This is a Danny Phantom story, not some card game.
HC: Play nice. Don't fight. Now to answer the reviews. snaps fingers Yami Marik and Yami Bakura appear You two, answer the reviews.
Yami Marik: NEVER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
HC: Do you remember Torch-san?
Yami Marik: gulps Okay. HC would like to thank Green Bird for reviewing, because HC values her opinion on all things grammar. glances at HC nervously Better?
HC: Yes. turns to Yami Bakura Now you do alboc.
Yami Bakura: muttering Stupid psycho should know better. Anyway, speaking normally HC would like to thank alboc for reviewing and also tell him that he is getting a custom flamethrower for Christmas.
HC: Good. Now the finale. snaps fingers Seto Kaiba appears You, answer icefox35.
Kaiba: Fine. Thank you for the review. Now put me back HC.
HC: Party wrecker. snaps fingers
Danny: You're giving another author a flamethrower? Are you crazy?
HC: Yes. By the way, alboc, what color do you want it?
Danny: whispering to readers And find her a nice padded room somewhere, please?
1 Kyrnya-a special type of leather made of raven hide. The ravens are not killed but are often old, sent to the temple to give one last message to a certain Bender. These ravens are, in fact, revered, and kyrnya is only used on the most important of books.