A/N: This is Doodle here. It's my first fanfiction, so try not to be too critical..Unlike Sparky, I have seen most episodes, so if I missed something in one of the ones I haven't seen, please tell me. Thanks..R/R.

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I opened my eyes wearily, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Once everything was clear, I saw, to my relief that sunlight was streaming through the green leaves of the tall trees. A night had gone with no ambushes, or attacks whatsoever! I couldn't help but grin at our good fortune.

"What are you so happy about?" grumbled the African American boy, named Tucker, as he noticed my grin.

I just shrugged, not really answering him. I smelled something cooking, and as I followed the scent, I realized that Sam, a Goth girl with raven black, shoulder length hair, was cooking some soup. I sat down, and ate it up quickly.

Sam raised her eyebrows, and laughed, "Hungry, are we?"

I shrugged, and handed her the bowl. "More please."

Once we'd eaten, we walked down the road. After about fifteen minutes, we passed a tree with "CHURCH AHEAD" carved in it. And, sure enough, a large stone church soon came into view. A monk greeted us as we approached the large wooden door. Inside the church, there were many beautiful paintings and wonderfully carved statues of the gods, or as the people who worshipped them called them, the Ancient Ones.

Suddenly, the entire church began quaking violently, making several of the statues crack, and some paintings to fall down off the walls.

"What's going on?" Sam shouted over the loud rumbling.

"The Ancient ones are angry," the monk replied fearfully. "They want a powerful sacrifice to ease their anger."

There was a silence, in which Sam, Tucker, and I glanced each other. We all knew that we couldn't just leave without helping. Something stirred in my mind. But..

"But no one here wants to be a sacrifice!" exclaimed Sam. "And none of us are powerful.."

"It may be true that no one here is willing, however, one of us is quite powerful." He stared directly at me. I suddenly realized what he wanted me to do, and why. But how did he know about my ghost powers..? A tiny voice inside my head asked, which I ignored.

"You want me to be the sacrifice? What makes you think I'm any more powerful than they are?" I nodded towards Sam and Tucker.

"I think you know perfectly well why, and therefore I have no need to explain it." He smiled.

I winced as a few more statues cracked from the entire rumbling, and slowly, nodded.

Sam laughed humourlessly. "Danny, don't be stupid, or course you-"

"Have to be." The monk finished for her, nodded vigorously.

"What!" Tucker cried. "No! Danny, you don't have to-"

"Tucker," I sighed, "No, I don't, but did I have to save my town? Did I have to keep on protecting it from ghosts even after everyone thought I was evil? No, I don't have to. But it is my duty to protect people."

"But..Danny..we need you too.." Sam said quietly, her violet eyes sparkling with tears.

"I'll be back," I said.

Sam looked sadly at me.

"I will be back," I insisted. "Have I ever broken a promise before?"

When Sam and Tucker didn't answer, I turned to the monk and nodded.

"I'm ready," I said, glancing back at Sam and Tucker for a moment.

The monk led me to another room with no windows, and a dark pool in the middle. He backed away. When I gave him a questioning look, he just nodded towards the pool. I turned to face the pool, and stared into the depths of the water.

Danny Phantom, a loud voice seemed to echo across the water, We have been waiting.

"You were expecting me?" I asked, not showing any fear.

Yes. We've been waiting for quite some time. We need your powers.

"Powers?" I asked, surprised. "Why would you need them? It's not like it'll help or anything."

Apparently amused, the voice replied, Why, didn't you know, you are probably the most powerful being in the after life.

"What!" I exclaimed. "No way-I'm not-I can't be-I-Plamius is stronger!"

Have you not beaten every ghost that you've faced, and returned them all to the Ghost Zone? Have you not saved your home from the ghost king, Pariah Dark? Do you not have a power strong enough to wipe out an entire army? Vlad may have more experience than you, but it took him twenty years to find the place he is in today. For you, it only takes several months.

"I-well-" I stuttered. I couldn't deny that these were true, because they were. Now that I thought on it, I did indeed beat every ghost back, eventually, but that was with the help of Sam and Tucker, wasn't it? And I did beat Pariah, but that was with the help of everyone, and I had that battle suit. I did get a new power after my encounter with my evil future self, the Ghostly Wail, but could it really wipe out an army? Then again, the part about Plasmius..how long did it take for the ghosts to start avoiding his castle, how long did it take for him to get used to using his ghost powers? These questions made everything so much more confusing, and I knew that I couldn't argue, so I finally asked,

"Why do you need my..powers?"

We are at war with another race, and with your power, we will be sure to win. All we want is peace, and the war has been going on for too long for our liking.

This piece of information made me feel dazed, but I did not say anything.

Come closer..

I hesitated for what seemed minutes, but finally, I took a step forward. However, I had forgotten one crucial thing: the pool was right in front of me.

I yelled as I sunk through the water. My first instinct was to start swimming upward, but I just floated there, arms flailing. Dark hands were reaching towards me. I felt one touch me, and I instantly went intangible. But my ghost powers didn't seem to take effect in the pool, because instead of going right through me, the hand kept feeling me as if I were still solid.

You cannot get away.. the loud voice hissed in my ear, making me jump.

I whipped around, and darkness engulfed me..

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Sam and Tucker rushed into the room as they heard Danny's yell. By the time they had entered, Danny had already sunken in the pool.

"Where's Danny?" Sam demanded.

The monk's face was split into an evil grin.

"The deed is done, and we shall rule!" he cackled.

"What did you do with Danny?" Tucker shouted.

The monk just laughed some more and faded away.