A/N: Im baaacck sorry about the long delay real life kind of intruded
thanx for all the reveiws and as always I Don't Own Danny Phantom.
Sam opened her eyes to find herself standing on a stone path before a gate wrought of bones. Hardly aware of her own actions she raised a pale arm, far paler than normal, towards the gate. With a deep grinding rasp the gate opened. As Sam strode forward through The Great Necropolis she slowly became aware of a soft dullness of her senses. Her thoughts to ware muddled by that same soft dullness, but they were clear enough that she knew some thing was off.
Her feet led her deeper and deeper, down and down into the labyrinth of the catacombs. Sam was walking down a long tunnel deep beneath The Great Necropolis when with a startling suddenness she was wandering through a hedge maze beneath an azure blue sky.
After wandering for a timeless eternity Sam stepped out into the heart of The Garden. She looked back over her shoulder when she heard a soft sound behind her. For some reason she wasn't even surprised to see the way blocked by a hedge that wasn't there a moment before.
Looking around the garden again Sam saw that she was no longer alone. Standing before a stand of four silver bells was a tall man dressed in the hooded robe of a monk. As Sam approached him she saw that the book he carried was chained to his arm, and even though his eyes were covered by a strip of cloth he looked her straight in the eye. Her stomach began to churn as she realized what was wrong with his eyes. The strip of cloth was drawn across the bleeding sockets that had once held his eyes.
"Greetings little one, I am Destiny and this is my garden. All of your life you have wandered its paths of endless possibility. Always before there has been a way back, a path that could lead you back to what was. But now you have come to a fork in your path. Your choices are four, one ends in oblivion, two in Death's embrace, the last leads back to the lands of the living unchanged." with that he stood aside and pointed to the hammer that sat beneath the bells. "Take up the hammer and choose your path."
Sam approached the stand. Though her mouth never opened her voice echoed about the garden, "my father was here." A smile crossed the face of Destiny as he responded, "no one is ever told the story of another."
Sam took the small hammer from beneath the bells and with a single sharp tap struck the second from the right. Though the bell was small, less than two inches in diameter, it tolled out a tone so deep it was more felt than heard.
"No one is ever told what will be, nor what could have been, only what is" as destiny said this he gestured to the hedge wall where a opening had appeared. "Good luck Little Wraith," with that Destiny faded from sight.
After one last look at the Garden of Destiny Sam stepped through the gap in the hedges to find herself standing on the outskirts of the Sunless Lands. A tall lithe figure strode towards her across the black-grey sand of the ruined marsh. All to soon the figure stood before Sam. The woman wore black boots and jeans with a black halter top and silver Ankh pendant completing the outfit. With her dark clothing and midnight black hair emphasizing her ghostly pale skin she seemed the essence of Goth.
"Who are you," again Sam's voice echoed about them without her even opening her mouth. "I am the Lady Death," the woman responded as she calmly reached up and opened Sam's mouth. "Long ago people placed coins beneath the tongues of the dead so that they could pay for passage to into the afterlife," with nimble fingers Death plucked a single bronze coin from beneath Sam's tongue. Death flipped the coin into the air with a flourish.
Snatching it from the air she concealed it in her hand. "But sometimes death claimed them as her own," she opened her hand revealing a lead coin stamped with a skull. "And gave them a second life, she turned the coin over revealing that the other side was stamped with a phoenix. "As her Embodiment in the lands of the living," carefully Death placed the coin in Sam's hand, "as Necromancers."
Embracing Sam Death spoke "go forth now as my granddaughter, guard the gate to the lands of the dead." Death placed a kiss on her forehead and whispered, "Return now to the lands of the living." With a smile death pressed her lips against Sam's. There was a fluttering of great wings, then not but darkness.
Jeremy held up the cylinder of bone now covered in elaborate scrollwork. He ran his finger through the bowl of blood and bone chips that sat in his lap. Power poured from his fingers changing the blood and bone. He lifted a delicate seeming black chain from the bowl.
"Ur" the rune echoed with power binding the chain to the bone charm.
"Ce'Nar" the charm twisted and slits opened in it forming a hollow cage of bone.
"Ne'Shal" shadows spun into being within the cage forming a web like mesh.
"Kral" a glowing fog began to seep forth from the shadow mesh. In the sickly green glow Jeremy looked around realizing for the first time that he had been working in absolute darkness for hours. Looking out the window he saw the sky beginning to lighten he smiled as he settled back to watch the sun rise.
"Ce'Nar" the censer of bone twisted once more, the slits closed and it was once more merely a charm.
Sam shot bolt upright in the bed. For a moment she panicked not knowing how she had gotten in the bed. The last thing she recalled was passing out in the tower of the mansion. She looked down at herself; instead of what she had been wearing she had on a black silk night suit. For some reason this did not cause her concern, a strange calm radiated through her. Glancing around, she saw that she was in the master bedroom of the mansion.
Retrieving her watch from the side table she felt a dull muted panic as she saw that she had less than thirty minutes to get across town to the school. She swiftly retrieved her clothing from the closet and changed, strangely they seemed to have been washed. As she dressed she wondered not how they had gotten there but how she had known they were there. As Sam darted from the room she reached up and touched the pendant on her collar, somehow she knew by touch that bronze had become lead.
All was quiet for a few moments after Sam left then a quiet ghostly chuckle echoed through the room. "At least this master is interesting." Whispered a voice as the room began to clean itself.
A/N: it might be a little while before my next update but i will have it up inside three months