The Jewels The Guardian and The Ghost.
By Kellie Fay
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is owned by someone else, not me. sigh
Chapter 8 The Invasion
Danny hovered with Sam in his arms just outside of the school. He hoped that whatever sensitivity to him Miss Daily had was out of range up here. Sam wore her Fenton Phones so that they would know when Tucker had Miss Daily distracted. After five minutes of hovering Sam said. "Okay, Tuck's in." Danny nodded wordlessly, and together they flew over to Miss Daily's house.
Danny nervously landed first on the roof of the house. "Okay now," he said. He looked at Sam who was showing more confidence than he felt. "Ready?" Sam nodded. With a deep breath Danny went intangible, and floated down into Miss Daily's house. Phasing though the sorcerous' house was harder than he anticipated. Normally when he phased he couldn't feel the matter he was passing though. This felt like he was moving through thick syrup. When they landed in a bed room Danny noticed that Sam looked uncomfortable. "You felt that too?" He asked.
Sam nodded. "It felt like we were trying to swim though jell-o. I hope we'll be able to get out again."
"You want me to try now?" Danny asked. When Sam indicated she was ready Danny zipped up back through the roof, and then down again. Each time it grew easier to pass through the walls.
"Is it me, or is that getting easier?" Danny asked.
Sam looked equally surprised. "I guess Miss Daily could only do so much with the marble. Each time you pass through it adjusts better to you."
"I guess," Danny echoed. "As long as it gets easier and not harder."
They decided on a division of labor. Sam would take the top floors, Danny would take the bottom. Danny swooped down through the floor, and ended up in the kitchen. He couldn't resist a peak into her refrigerator, and found that while not an ultra-recyclo-vegetarian that Miss Daily was carefully about what she ate. There was no meat anywhere to be seen, but the dairy products were all organic, and the eggs were from free range chickens. Other than that Sam would have approved of the food items inside. Lots of fruits and vegetables, and lots of Tofu or fake meat products.
Ugh what is it with girls and tofu? Danny wondered. The freezer showed that she had a secret passion for chocolate. A bag of choco-bites rested inside.
Her dishes were a combination of Celtic and Asian designs. She had as many chopsticks in her utensil drawer as forks and knives. On top of her refrigerator Danny found two cookie jars. One looked like a Halloween ghost, and the other looked like a witch's cauldron with a green ceramic "brew" for a lid.
Picking up the head of the ghost Danny found chocolate chip cookies inside. "You do have to say one thing about Miss Daily," Danny said to himself. "She has a great sense of humor." Inside of the cauldron jar were oatmeal raisin cookies, and a note.
The oatmeal cookies are completely vegetarian, so if she wants Sam can have those. Help yourself but please leave some milk for my tea in the morning. Oh and Danny whatever you do don't go into the inner library. S. Daily
So I can have the cookies, but I have to stay out of her inner library? And how did she knew I was going to find this note? So much for her not knowing we're here.
Danny helped himself to two chocolate chip cookies and one oatmeal cookie. He moved into the great room. Works of art from all over the world were scattered about. Danny found a Chinese tea set on the dining room table along with a sushi tray. There was a replica of a Notre Dame Gargoyle in one corner of the room, and a Pacific North West wooden Orca carving hanging over the fireplace. Bookcases lined most of the walls and next to the front door sat a stone dragon resting behind a potted palm tree.
"Well she certainly has enough books," Danny said noting the bookshelves in every available space. "She's certainly going to get along with Jazz."
Then again Jazz says you can learn a lot about a person by looking at what they read so...
Danny floated over to the bookshelves and began to peruse the titles trying to figure out exactly what Miss Daily was into.
The Truth About North Eastern Myths
Choosing the Dark or Light: Coping Situations for Beings of Power.
Telepathic Families of Northern Europe
Using Tai Chi to Gather Power From The Earth: A Master's Guide To Basic Magic
Children of Power: Why They Exist, And How Can We Help Them
Children of Power. Danny couldn't resist opening this one and looking
If not displayed at birth most inborn gifts develop during adolescence. However if a human being is to acquire power in their lives not by inheritance, but by accident, fate, or divine will, 98 of those individuals will be between the ages of nine and twenty five. As of 2003 there have been only 279 cases of persons over thirty acquiring gifts of power. Many different religions, faiths, and philosophies attempt to explain why children rather than adults are granted power, but no general theory or consensus has been reached at this –
"Wait a minute!" Danny read back over the beginning.
However if a human being is to acquire power in their lives not by inheritance, but by accident, fate, or divine will, 98 of those individuals will be between the ages of nine and twenty five.
between the ages of nine and twenty five.
acquire power in their lives not by inheritance, but by accident, fate, or divine will
"By accident. Oh man! This book is talking about me!"
Me and Vlad actually. He couldn't have been over twenty five when his accident happened. This book acts like it happens all the time. Well maybe not ghost powers, but some kind of power. Is that why Miss Daily is here to study me? Oh great isn't it bad enough that Jazz already does that, not to mention Mom and Dad if they ever catch me!
Danny began mentally filing the books as magic, psychology or philosophy, and beings of power.
Okay the magic stuff make sense I've seen her do magic. The beings of power, well here I am, and that explains her interest in me. What's with all the psychology and philosophy books? Is she like trying to make up some kind of textbook for living if you have super powers or something. Man that's something Vlad could use. Hey what's this book. "The Secret behind the Bookshelf?" That doesn't' fit any of the other books around here.
Danny pulled the book out to get a better look at it, but it stuck. Danny heard something click and the entire bookcase moved reviling a secret room.
"Wow the Secret Behind The Bookcase is right!" Danny said. "This place gets weirder by the minute." He slipped into the new room, which was scarcely bigger than a walk in closet. Inside were a few more books but mostly the room contained display cases with different stones, pieces of jewelry, and clothing. A humming sound caught Danny's attention. In one of the larger display cases rested a bracelet of yellow and pink gold braided together. The bracelet had seven copper stars, but only two of the stars contained bright red rubies the size of a pea. The two rubies seemed to glow and pulse in time with the soothing lulling hum. For a fraction of a second Danny remembered where and when he had felt like this before. Then he forgot. He forgot what he was supposed to be doing. He forgot Sam upstairs. He forgot Tucker stalling the owner of this house. He forgot, his family, and everything except that dull hypnotic humming, and those two glowing swirling gems.
Coming Next Chapter 9 The rescue
Just then the phone rang. Trying to be helpful Tucker picked it up. "Miss Daily's office"
A string of words Tucker didn't understand filled his ears. About all he understood was "Mademoiselle Sarah"
Looking very confused Tucker handed the phone to Miss Daily. "I have no idea what this guy is saying," he said.
Miss Daily took the phone with a smile. Instantly the smile turned into a frown. "Pierre? Pierre Slow down!" Finally with a sigh Miss Daily began to speak in the same language. She pulled out the folder with Danny's name on it, and a white feather pen. Still speaking to the gentleman on the phone. Miss Daily muttered something under her breath. The tip of the pen began to glow, and Miss Daily began to write. The pen would leave a silver mark for a second before fading away. She was writing so fast that Tucker couldn't tell what she was writing.
That's how Miss Daily does that writing Danny sees. Something's wrong, and it's about Danny, but not about what Danny's doing now.
Miss Daily finished talking on the phone then spent another few seconds writing. "Tucker something's come up. Can you go and wake Danny for me?"
"Me? How?" I don't even know what's wrong with him. How am I supposed to break a magic spell?