Liber Abnoctis
summery:
After Sam's mother and grandmother die in a car crash her father falls into a deep depression. He had promised her mother that he would never use his art again, yet he decides to grant his daughter her birthright as a Manson. The gift of Necromancy.
A/N: hey first try at this kind of story so please give as much input as you can.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
It had been three weeks since the funeral and Jeremy Manson still had not left the study. He sat as he had not since meeting his late
wife,contemplating the mysteries of life, death, and the immutable nature of the soul. He had promised Pamela that he would forsake his
art for her, cast aside a piece of his very soul, a part of who and what he was just so that he could be with her. As he sat there, deathlike
it came to him. His eyes blazed with new life that was just as quickly extinguished. A slow, hesitant smile ,the first in three weeks spread
across his face. Yes, he had promised Pamela that HE would forsake his art, and he had, but Sam, his dear Samantha, his little wraith
she could learn the art. She could claim the Manson Birthright. Mortis, The High Necromancer, The Gate Keeper of The Deadside such
was her right. If……and only if…she chose that path. Would she choose to straddle the line between life and death? Would she embrace
her power or cast it aside? Would it consume her, would she master it or it master her?
A/N: tell me what you think where should this go? R&R