Well… I know you all have been anticipating this for a really long time and I can't believe it's been over half a year since I've updated (sweat drops) sorry about that

Well… I know you all have been anticipating this for a really long time and I can't believe it's been over half a year since I've updated (sweat drops) sorry about that. By the way here's something really funny that my friend told me apparently FINALS stands for Fk I Never Actually Learned this St. I don't exactly know where the 'this' fits in but it sure is funny and appropriate considering what time of the school year it is.

Chapter 5

"…So you've never seen these guys before?"

"No," Danny responded over his cell phone, "That's not even half of it, they were all human but they could all do things that regular human can't." He paused to take a sip of the soda in his hand, "So any ideas as to who they could be Sam?" After getting back home Danny's phone had rang and he had let the whole story spill to Sam.

"They do sound sort of familiar but…" there was a short pause on the other line and Danny knew that the Goth was trying to sort through her memories, "I really don't know, why don't we get Tucker to do some research on who these three could be. That'll help us out a way to deal with them. Judging by what you told me a few minutes ago these guys sound dangerous."

"Yeah no kidding," Danny grumbled wincing as he looked at his newly bandaged wrist and leg. Thanks to being half-ghost he had a much faster healing rate and could get out of a battle with only a few injuries so no one would ever suspect them being other than beatings from bullies at school. That didn't make them any less painful though.

The fight with the mysterious teens had given him a new array of bruises, a few cuts here and there that had, thankfully, stopped bleeding by the time he had gotten into his room in order to avoid being interrogated by his parents or worse Jazz, and just a slightly sprained wrist from where the net had slammed and pinned him hard against the tree.

"They wanted something that had to do with me but I just don't know what," Danny added.

"I don't know what they're after but it seems as if ghosts attack no matter if you have something they want or not," Sam replied.

"Yup cause I'm just the Ghost Zone's and Caper High's favorite punching bag to relieve stress on." Danny muttered sarcastically, and then in a more cheerful tone he said. "All you have to do is make sure I don't beat you up and send your sorry butt back into the Ghost Zone!"

"Danny come on, can't you be serious for longer than your attention span lasts?" Sam sighed but grinning all the same. It was fun to poke at the ghost boy's most noticeable faults.

"Oh come on Sam I'm just having a little fun," Danny chuckled spinning around in his chair, "Besides I… hey! Wait a minute! What's that suppose to mean?!" He said sounding insulted, stopping abruptly from spinning in his chair to glare at the phone. He could even swear that he heard and could just see Sam smiling and trying to hold back her laughter.

"Oh nothing…" Sam replied innocently on the other end. Danny didn't buy for a minute and was willing to bet that she was smirking, "Anyways it's getting late and I still have some homework to do. I'll call Tucker and tell him to come meet us at your place tomorrow."

"Alright then, it's a good thing that my parents aren't going to be here tomorrow," Danny sighed relieved that he would be able to use his powers freely in his house without his parents rushing into the room yelling out different ways to torture him. "See-ya Sam,"

"Bye Danny and try to stay alive tonight,"

"I'll try,"

Danny heard the click when Sam hung up and the line went dead. Yawning Danny put his cell phone on his night stand and headed towards his computer. He still had to finish an assignment for Lancer for once and not have to deal with another lecture on 'responsibility'. It wasn't his fault that ghosts tended to attack randomly and at all times of the day with no consideration on how his grades were affected. It'd be nice if once in a while Danny could actually do his homework like every other normal human teenager.

Then again Danny Fenton isn't normal…nor is he even full human for that matter.

It was a real shame that ghosts couldn't just learn their lesson the first time but needed repeated beatings from a certain ghostly powered teen in order to finally get the message that it was pointless to come into the human world daily to cause trouble. The least they could do, in Tucker's opinion, was come up with at least a decent challenge for the ghost boy to fight against.

It was pretty late as Danny let out another yawn. "I guess I'll finish this tomorrow then," Danny said. He pulled of his clothes and got his pajamas from his draw and put them on. Glancing at the clock he couldn't help but wince at how late it was. Best to go to sleep now in order avoid having to fall asleep in class yet again.

Danny smiled at how good his bed felt right now as his eyes grew heavy and drowsiness soon took over as he drifted into a peaceful s...l…e…e…p…

BBBBRRRRIIIINNNNGGGGG!!

"AAAHHH!!" Danny jumped out of bed so fast that he ended up getting tangled up in his sheets and tumbling head first to the ground, landing with a thump as he struggled to free himself from the death trap like sheets in order to get to his phone and shut it off before his parents woke up.

Panicked he snatched the phone off the night stand where he had left it and flipped it open. "This had better be important!" he hissed.

"Danny this is important," Danny instantly identified the voice as the one of his techno-geek best fried.

Yawning and trying to rub the sleep from his eyes he stood up with the phone at his ear, "Do you have any idea what time it is?" the sleep deprived hybrid asked irritated.

Tucker took in no account of his friend's current tone and irritation, "There's something going on as the museum that you need to checkout there's—"

"GHOST!!"

Danny looked towards his door as he heard his parents scrambling to get as many weapons possible, "Let me guess… ghost problem?" he muttered sarcastically.

"Yeah…how'd you know?" Tucker asked a bit confused. Could his friend really sense ghosts from that far away? He thought.

"Maddie quick get the Fenton RV saddled up, there's a ghost attack down at the museum! We'll catch that ghost kid yet!" Danny heard his father shout.

"Call it a lucky guess…"

"Do you want me to fill you in on the details?"

"Nah…" Danny said as two twin white rings circled his body and encased him to transform his pajamas into his ghost hunting clothes of a black and white hazmat with a white emblem on his chest. "Something tells me I'm going to find out soon enough."

"Alright be careful though dude," Tucker warned, "From what I'm picking up on these police reports this guy sounds dangerous."

"Anybody we know," Danny asked.

"Nope, better be on high guard then."

"Don't worry Tuck I'll be fine," he reassured his friend, "Call Sam and fill her in on what's going on."

"Will do,"

Danny tucked his phone safely into one of the pockets that line the inside of his belt and quickly snatched a pair of the Fenton phones 2.0 off his dresser and shot through the ceiling turning intangible to avoid leaving holes that may leave questions behind that his parents were sure to demand answers to. Flying quickly towards where he could see a faint line of smoke and thanks to his acute senses he heard the whirl of sirens racing to the scene of the crime a bit father behind him. Meaning he would be able to get there a few minutes ahead of the cop and his parents which would, hopefully, be enough time to bag the ghost and leave before the authorities or worse his parents came into the picture with guns blazing.

Along with his father's crazy driving… He was extremelythankful for his powers or he'd have to put up with Jack Fenton's maniac like driving style for another year when he could finally get his driver's license.

The cold night air whipped past the young hybrid as the citizens of the town that he defended from the restless spirits of the dead were all resting peacefully on this clear night. Even though he was on his way to a fight Danny couldn't help but notice what a nice night it was for flying. For a moment he just flew with his eyes closed and relished in the rush of joy that flying usually gave him.

Danny shook himself from his daydreaming, his features becoming serious as he focused on the alarms going off disturbing the peaceful silence of the night. His luminous green eyes centered in at a hole in the side of the building as he descended down and flew through the hole. He found himself in the medieval exhibit part of the building. A quick scan revealed that nothing was missing here.

"That's weird…" Danny said to himself confused, "I don't sense a ghost here but there's definitely some weird energy here." He pulled on the Fenton Phones 2.0 and pushed a small black button to the side. A green transparent screen covered his eyes and Danny started to scan the area.

Since he specialized in ghosts it was easy to trace their energies and distinguish them, but Danny still had a bit of trouble with other types of energies in sensing them and narrowing them. Normally he wouldn't need it but the museum was huge and took up most of the city block. So instead of searching every room, which would be a waste of time and give the croaks a chance to escape with the goods, the Fenton Phones would lead him straight to the culprit.

The Fenton Phones 2.0 served for more than a way to communicate with his friends hands free so he could battle better, he and Tucker had improved them by adding a few new features and one of them included a built in tracker that would allow him to see any abnormalities that didn't belong to any spiritual entities… like magic and what couldn't even be seen by his eyes.

The screen showed everything as it should be except for trace of blue on the edges of the hole that was no doubt, the energy of the intruder. Smiling at have located it Danny silently moved like a shadow following the traces of the blue light past the displays of ancient artifacts from the American Revolution and the Ming Dynasty, past old swords, shields, suits or armor, and displays of models that demonstrated the lifestyles and wardrobe of each individual exhibit portrayed to the public as realistic and historically accurate as possible.

Danny was so inclined to follow the trial that he didn't notice the stone pillar in front of him until…

WHAM!

Face first he hit, and boy did he hit hard.

Danny floated there holding his face and bit his tongue from crying out loud in order to still manage to maintain the element of surprise on his opponent… along with some of his pride. Shaking it off, he continued on silently only this time being more aware of his environment. The trail became strong enough that Danny was able to sense it on his own, he pushed a button on the side and the transparent green screen dissolved away.

Turning invisible Danny decided to take a short cut and pass through a wall which led him to the Egyptian exhibit of the building. Last time he was here it was on a field trip that ended up unleashing an ancient mummy ghost and sending the whole ninth grade to ancient Egyptian times to be servants of a hypnotized Tucker.

Apparently they had redecorated a bit from the last time he was there. There was no longer the mess of sand that was there from his fight with Hotep-Ra and all of the old broken cases had been replaced and upgraded with better security that could now stand a better chance against ghosts.

Lately the city and many businesses had been upgrading in order to have better security that could ward off ghosts, ranging from talismans, natural herbs, to the latest in ghost hunting technology designed by his parents, the GIW, or DALV. Many owners were getting tired of having merchandise stolen by beings that were invisible and could phase through solid objects.

It was just not good for business.

Of course Danny was interested in only one thing and one thing only, and that was the strange figure in a tuxedo, cape, and tope hat leaning over a case inspecting it carefully with one hand holding his chin and humming to them self as if they were at a local grocery store trying to decide wheat or rye bread. They would have looked like one of the wealthier classes who were truly interested in ancient objects if it weren't for the fact that it was the dead of night and they had blue skin.

Danny stiffened and watched as to what this strange man would do next. If it were a ghost Danny would have already shown himself and confronted the spirit head on and straight to the point. Even normal criminals that came up once in awhile Danny would have just easily bound them and left them unconscious and bound in a gooey ectoplasm that was stronger than super glue until the cops arrived.

But this guy was up to something and it was best for Danny to just observe and see what he was after. It seemed to Danny that if he was just a regular criminal then this strange guy would have just gone straight to the valuable jewels and artifacts in the first few exhibits then bail as fast as possible. Especially considering the way he had busted in through the wall, almost like he wanted the cops to come.

At last the mystery guy stood straight and Danny stiffened, 'Looks like he knows what his purchase is going to be, too bad that it's not for sale.' He thought as he flew in closer but stayed far away enough so that the blue man wouldn't be able to sense his ghostly form. It wasn't his ectoplasm signature that the ghost boy was worried about that would give his presence away. If this guy could sense energies he would had sensed Danny's the moment he had come into the room, but it was more the coldness that radiated from him like it did every other ghost.

The man took out a magician's wand that Danny had seen a dozen times that magicians used on the television and at local costume stores. What the man did next just took the ghostly teen back making him hold back a gasp to keep himself from being discovered. With a wave he had pointed the stick at the case in front of him and Danny could have sworn he heard the guy say 'Mumbo Jumbo'.

With a puff of blue smoke the case had completely disappeared and had turned into doves that flew away with some settling on the high perches of the room and others flew out the exits, no doubt looking for a way out to the environment outside.

Then casually he walked towards the now newly exposed object inside like he owned it. Now was the time to act. Danny narrowed his eyes and shot a small ecto ray at the guy to knock out what ever it was it in his hands, and then made him self visible then. The blue man turned and stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight a floating, pasty-faced, silver-haired teen with glowing green glaring at him.

Casually he just tipped his hat a little over his head and said, "And who do we have here then?" he smirked, "Some little kid playing hero when it's way past their bed time."

"And what's your excuse, shouldn't the elderly get at least nineteen hours of sleep," the boy shot back smirking making the blue man in front of him scowl, "Besides that didn't belong to you."

"So you want to play with the big boys huh? Well try this on for size kid. Mumbo Jumbo!" He pointed his wand at Danny and a swarm of cards that could cut through metal came rushing out.

Danny merely turned intangible and they passed harmlessly through him with out leaving a single scratch. The man looked surprise for a moment before tapping his chin thoughtfully with his wand. "Let's see now, it seems safe to assume that you're that one little ghost called Danny Phantom?" He pointed his wand at Danny.

"Yep," he nodded confirming it, "And you are…?"

"The name is The Great Mumbo, the world's greatest magician," Mumbo took out a pack of card and send them over his head in an arc before making them disappear into thin air, "Famous for my amazing array of magic tricks and illusions," he ended by making a bouquet of flowers turn into sparkle that formed to spell out his name. "And don't you forget it."

Danny couldn't help but hold back the urge to roll his eyes. This guy had almost a long of introduction and ego as Technus did. The only thing stopping him from thinking they could possibly be related in some way was that the blue skinned and alive one in front of him didn't yell out his title every two minutes like the green skinned and dead one did.

"Are you done yet?" Danny asked absent-mindedly, honestly, a bit bored and the fact that he hadn't even gotten a full night's sleep in nearly a week wasn't helping out his urge to just doze off. Even one of Lancer's lectures were more fun than listening to villains give long winded introductions.

Mumbo's eyebrow twitched at the remark then regained his usual demeanor, "You know kid I have another trick up my sleeves that is sure to teach you a lesson about using that smart mouth of yours." The blue man rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his white gloved hands together, "Mumbo Jumbo!" He clapped his hands then spread his arms in a wide arc.

A silent moment passed between with nothing happening with Danny just looking confused and Mumbo still having his arms out in an arc. Mumbo sweat dropped at not seeing his magic hadn't taken affect looking a bit like a fool. Blinking Danny looked to his left, right, and behind to see if there were any surprises but there was just him, the tall blue guy and a bunch old stuff in the room.

"Um... dude, nothing's happened," Danny pointed out. 'What's with the magician get up and magic words?' he thought. At the moment it didn't looked like this guy was much of a threat but he was certain that the weird energy signal that he had found was Mumbo's but at the moment Danny was starting to think that it was just an accidental release of power instead of a controlled one like he had originally thought.

Mumbo in the mean time was having his own thoughts rushing through his head, 'Why didn't my magic work?' he asked himself nervously. His magic had always reacted to his command but for some reason it wasn't responding. The magician was sure it would work as this spell was not new to as he had used it on the Teen Titans before to shut one of the members up, preferably the green one, and each time it had been successful. What was different this time?

Thinking fast Mumbo considered resorting to plan B. At first when he was sent to retrieve the item in his coat pocket he didn't really think it was necessary to bring this silly device along but his employers had insisted to ensure the success of his little errand. Personally he had no idea what it was for or what use it was to him but it was supposedly highly effective according to what he was told.

The three Hive kids had returned back at their employers' hideout empty handed, looking like something the cat dragged in, and with the big stupid one coming down with a very bad cold and covered in dirt from the shoulders down to his toes. It was hard to believe that the kid in front of him was the same one who was able to single-handedly take down the former Hive Academy's best students.

They said that what ever this thing was would be perfect for sustaining the 'white-haired punk' long enough for him to get away with the prize. 'Still… maybe my magic was just at a temporary fluke,' Mumbo considered the possibility the smiled, 'A direct spell him won't work but what about a different kind of spell…?'

It was worth a try and the teen ghost didn't like the grin that was on the man's face a few seconds ago and tensed making sure that his instincts and senses were on high alert for anything this guy might throw at him.

Mumbo took out his wand and raised it up above his head and waved it in a circle, "Mumbo Jumbo!" he brought it down and pointed at several suits of ancient Egyptian armor, each holding a different style of dangerous weapons. They started to rattle and creak and soon stepped and moved on their own as they were brought to life.

"Ahh…" he said smugly, "So my magic does workafter all but for some reason I can't casts spells, hexes, or curses on you. Oh well!" He shrugged, "That doesn't change the end of the show one bit. Get him!" Mumbo commanded the suits of armor and pointed at Danny.

Metal did as it was told and all rushed with weapons held high to do their master's bidding. Danny couldn't help but role his eyes, "Do you really think those things can hurt me?"

"Not really but this might," he held out a small green marble and flicked it to where Danny was floating. It bounced on the ground giving a melody like sound when it hit the floor then rolled and stopped just underneath the ghost boy. It suddenly exploded and a green smoke erupted forth.

It made the teenager cough and his eyes water and he couldn't help but drop to the ground on his hands and knees and he desperately coughed from the fumes. "Why (cough cough) is this (cough cough) affecting me? (Cough)"

Thinking quickly Danny's eyes glowed even brighter as he called upon a strong concentrate of ectoplasm in his hands. It grew smaller but glowed brighter and brighter until it was white before Danny released it in a circle around him expanding it and driving the gas away from him.

At last he could breathe and he stood up to face Mumbo who looked somewhat impressed, "Not bad kid but I still doubt that you'll beat me." He casually strolled over to where the item he had been busy stealing had fallen to and bent down to pick it up. "Now if you don't mind… I'll be taking this now."

"Oh yeah, we'll see about that!" Danny challenged ready to fight and began to charge at the man who merely stood his ground with his hands behind his back with a amused grin on his face that made him growl.

As Danny came near he was abruptly hit from the side by a heavy and strong force sending him straight into a stone pillar and cracking it upon impact. Groaning and shaking his head to clear it he saw about five warriors of Egyptian times forming a line of defense in front of Mumbo, with weapons out and ready to fight.

"Oh great," muttered Danny sarcastically, "This guy has friends, but hopefully they won't be that hard to beat."

He got in a fighting stance and waited for them to throw the first move. When facing a new enemy, he had learn that letting them have the first punch most of the time was best in order to determine an enemy's strength.

The metal men began their assault, one with a chained seethe threw at the ghost boy who ducked and threw a tiny (much smaller and weaker than what he was hoping for) ghost ray at it sending the armor back sliding on the floor. From the side came another swing a sword high aimed at Danny's stomach, reacting on instinct, he moved to the side but not fast enough as the sword grazed the hybrid's side. Danny grimaced in pain and held his side. He looked down at his hand and saw fresh ectoplasm on his gloved hand.

Danny couldn't believe that he had actually been hurt, most normal objects couldn't hurt him, so how could theses thing injure him? They didn't have any traces of spiritual energy at all. Seeing the shocked expression on his young opponent's face Mumbo couldn't help but grin.

"Ah so that stuff does in fact work…" He straightened his posture and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Danny looked up confused.

"Why the heck can those things hurt me?" he questioned angrily trying hard to keep down his confusion.

"Simple actually, you see that gas that you were so nicely suffocating in a few seconds ago is special remedy that can apparently cancels out any being's power," Mumbo explained while carelessly twirling his wand in one hand like a baton. "Meaning at the moment you're pretty defenseless." He leaned over and whispered, "I'd run if I were you." He abruptly halted the wand twirling and pointed it at the white-haired teen, "Get him," he commanded the suits of armor.

Danny could barely manage to keep up as the armor plunged him into a fierce assault of weapons and miss the sharp and blunt killing metal by mere centimeters. All the while trying in vain to call up any of his powers, a shield, intangibility, and ecto ray, anything!

While Danny pondered a way to somehow get his powers to respond Mumbo pointed his wand at a throne display and gestured the throne to come forth with his finger. Like an obedient little puppy the chair came by rising into the air and floating behind Mumbo before setting itself back down on the ground. Satisfied the blue man sat down and got comfortable. "Now this should be a great show…" he thought out loud to himself as he sat back and relaxed enjoying the fight scene taking place before him.

'Darn it! I can't call up any of my powers,' the young ghost thought as he ducked from a swinging ax and pushed off the floor with his hands to land a kick on the armor sending it crashing to the ground where it came apart with a great clatter on the floor. "Ha! Not so tough now are…you?" Danny faltered as the armor suddenly levitated and swirled around before reassembling itself. "Oh crud—whoa!" Danny hastily rolled to the left as another attack came from one carrying around a chained seethe as it came swinging around barely missing him. It was pulled back and released once more aimed straight for his neck.

Jumping into the air and flipping over the armor he quickly grabbed onto its shoulder blades and threw it over his shoulder slamming it against the wall where its metal chest was pierced by a decretory spear hanging on the wall. Panting Danny got ready as another came at him swinging a sword at him Danny was forced to back up a bit to avoid the blade. Mumbo's metal man swung its sword low at the teen's feet at an attempt to trip him and temporarily disable him before the battalion delivered a final and fatal blow. Instinctively, Danny jumped so the sword swept underneath harmlessly, bringing his weight down with as much force as possible he landed on the sword making it embed slightly into the tile floor.

Grabbing the hilt of the sword Danny swung his body around to deliver a kick throwing the armor away into a glass case, the glass cut deep into the metal making it motionless. Still holding on to the hilt of the enemy's blade Danny grabbed it with both hands and unlodged it from where it ad dented the floor and positioned it in front of him in battle mode. "Alright who's next?"

On cue three suits attacked from all sides. Bringing the sword in front of him to block a mallet that came sailing his way, the force of it pushed the white haired boy back a bit making him grit his teeth as he pushed it to the side where it twirled in the air then came back to earth to rest at the far end of the room away from its owner. Danny panted then let out a yell as his ran up to the armor that he had just disarmed, jumped and brought the blade over his head with as much force as possible managing to make a clean slice straight down the middle cutting the old armor in two.

It staggered for a moment before a collapsed with a clatter, no longer a threat lying there as nothing more than broken metal. The magic that had once given it life was gone as the metal was no longer fit to continue on fighting. A grin came across Danny's face though it quickly disappeared as he yelped and clumsily brought the sword up to block an on blow from two other armors that both held identical spears in their hands. Neither gave the young half-ghost much of a chance to do anything but dodge.

Danny stumbled back with sweat sliding down his face; he couldn't keep on dodging forever. 'These things have got to have a weakness,' he thought as he back flipped to avoid being tripped by one spear and pierced through the chest by the other. 'Wait a minute!' A picture of the armor he had cut in half and of the one that had been pierced by the spear and the one that had crashed into the glass case it suddenly came to him. 'Of course the moment that the armor had been sliced or pierced by a sharp edge they didn't get up, meaning all I have to do drive something sharp through the armor.'

Getting back in a fighting stance, the ghost teenager waited as the two of the three remaining armors, that were the ones holding the spears, came rushing at him one from behind and one from the front. "Just a little closer," he whispered to himself. At the last moment Danny pushed the sword into the floor and using it as leverage jumped off of its hilt into the air just as the spears were about to pretty much turn Amity Park's local ghostly hero into 'hero on a stick'. It was too late to stop as instead of piercing through a fifteen-year-old half-ghost, Mumbo's metallic minions ended up driving each other's weapon through the other. They stood there twitching for a few seconds before the collapsed with a clatter.

As he stood there panting, eyeing his last opponent that wished to impale him, Danny's head perked up when his heightened hearing picked up the sound of cops and his parents quickly coming no less than two minutes away. He needed to wrap this up fast soon. Sweat dropped down his face, he was already tired to begin with when he had gotten here and he was near his limit as far as staying in his ghost form was concerned with.

Mumbo who had stood back in the side lines the whole time enjoying the spectacle seemed impressed on how well his ghostly obstacle was doing. He was almost as good as Robin of the Teen Titans… The sound of sirens alerted him that it was time to go. He stood and brushed off some imaginary dust, "Well I'd love to stay and watch the end of this but I do have another show to put on and it's just something I can't miss." Mumbo got up and said, "Besides I have what I came for and I got some great entertainment. So long kid!" He gave a two finger salute and a bow and disappeared with a whirl of his cape.

The tired out ghost boy looked angrily at where the strange man had suddenly disappeared but wasn't given much of a breather to rest and recuperate much of his energy, and ponder as to where Mumbo could have disappeared to before he had to sloppily dodge an attack bent on slicing him around the abdominal region with a dangerous looking saber. Danny looked around for something sharp to stab the armor with and get this fight over with before he reverted back into human form. He happily spotted one of the fallen armors' axes lying about.

Unfortunately, that brief moment of hesitation and distraction gave the last of the metal minion a chance to slash away at the young ghost child who had, thanks to his instincts, rolled away in time to avoid a killing blow. Danny gasped in pain, however, as he clutched his calf that was now bleeding profoundly ectoplasm down his now shredded pant leg and into his boot.

He struggled to get up as his injury prevented his leg from responded. Groaning and wincing in pain, Danny panted and looked over at the armor that stood looming over him with its weapon raised over its head and brought it down. The teenager managed to push off with his good leg as hard as he could to leap out of the way of the saber and crashed hard against a nearly display smashing it in the process.

Someone must really love to see Danny Phantom in pain as the crash into the case sent a painful electrical jolt through his body since the display was wired with a ghost shield. That was about it for his powers as he changed back unknowingly.

'This isn't good, I'm close to turning back, I can't keep this up for much longer,' thought Danny. A sudden wave of pain brought him down to the ground clutching his calf with ectoplasm dripping onto his gloved hand. Luck was definitely not on Amity's hero's side as of lately. Grimacing and with eyes shut tight with pain Danny heard the sound of armor metal shoes making their way closer and closer to where he was near defenseless.

Danny opened his eyes and gasped at realizing that he had changed back into his human form without even realizing it. He tried to call back his ghost form "Come on. Come on!" he grunted urgently but was unable to get the two white rings to get past is neck and all that did was leave him drained of energy and his vision a little dazed from the blood loss.

He silently cursed, a shadow fell upon him and he looked up to see the armor with its saber raised high over its head with one arm. Desperately, the now human Danny reached out behind him and grabbed the first solid thing that he could get his hands on and held it out in front of him like a dagger. He closed his eyes as the saber came down with the sound of metal slicing through the air awaiting for his end that he was certain would come.

Sitting there Danny waited for the blow that never came, cracking open one eye he dared to look up and saw that the armor laid limp with the saber in its hand pressing softly against the skin of his neck. The piece of the display that he had used to try and put a barrier between him and the killer warrior jammed straight dead center in the knight's chest armor and there for removing the magic and reducing it to its original lifeless form.

Danny slumped out of happiness that he was still alive and of nervousness at yet having another 'near-death-only-to-be-saved-by-his-oh-so-famous-pure-dumb-luck' moment. Danny chuckled lightly, "Man now that was close-!" He was pressed onto the floor since the armor was no longer able to move, gravity did its work by having the two hundred pound metal suit fall straight over onto Danny. "Ow," he said, "Ok this is way too close for comfort."

He grunted as he pushed the armor off of him letting it clatter onto the floor on his side. And sat up before attempting to stand, his leg wasn't bleeding or hurting as much but it still hurt enough to almost make the ghost boy yelp when a loose piece of wood from the display that he had just destroyed lightly bumped his injury. As he silently stayed there silently cursing he heard a familiar screeching of tires followed by a crash and the sound of angry voices. It could only mean one thing that filled his every fiber of him with dread.

His parents had arrived…

Raven sighed as she shut her book and placed in a pile next to her and grimly rubbed her temples. She had been pouring over her books in hopes of finding something that could help out on the night's robbery as to what exactly they were looking for. So far, all that she find out about what was stolen was the exact same thing that she had read on the plaque. It was nearly morning now and her teammates had long since gotten back after they had all gone to get some pizza and gone to bed.

Of course, Beast Boy and Cyborg had to be carried back to the group's home due to both changeling and half robot had over did it one of their idiotic competitions on who could eat the most pizza and ended up in an unconscious state due to cheese overload. Starfire had flown in with the half robot and Robin behind carrying a green boy by the legs.

In none of her books could she find anything that remotely resembled what she was looking for. Sighing she got up to get another book, there wasn't anything on what the heck the talisman was in Egyptian Mythology or Ancient History at all but there had to be something, anything…

Skimming through the title of books neatly aligned on her shelf she stopped at one made of weathered black leather with dark green binding around it. Raven decided on looking through just one last book before going to bed and getting some rest. She wasn't exactly the most generous person when she didn't rest and when she was cranky it was something that even most villains feared. Most of them knowing, from experience, the difference between the normal cranky Raven and a sleep deprived one.

Raven pulled it out and started absently turning the pages absently, she yawned and continued to walk back to her bed before she suddenly tripped and fell face down onto the floor. The book flew out of her hands and landed with the cover up just a foot from her head. Growling irritably she glared with black glowing eyes at what had caused her to fall. It was nothing more than a pen which was then thrown against the wall by a black stream of magic.

Raven took a few calming breathes before she finally got her temper and magic under control and began to rise off the floor. She stopped when she spotted her book in front of her and frown a she reached to retrieve it. As Raven lifted the book up she paused when she noticed something odd. Her book had fallen on top of a mirror that Starfire had lent to her and was probably knocked onto the floor from when Beast Boy had rushed in earlier to try and escape his horrible fate that Raven had played a hand in.

But the mirror itself is not what made the young sorceress hesitate but rather what was being reflected on the mirror's face. Raven stared down with a raised eyebrow; she leaned for a closer look. "What the…?"

She cocked her head to get a better view and raised the book slightly to see the full picture being reflected. In the mirror was a picture of what looked like half of a message in some strange language embedded onto a picture of an eye inside a circle that had four stars on it. She curiously looked at the message more closely and immediately recognized the language of being ancient Romanian. "Ele..nts …align… reveal…tone…what does that mean?"

It didn't seem as though the message was complete there were huge bits of it missing that kept it from making sense. Raven pulled the book away from the mirror and flipped it so that she could see the picture. It was a small print at the bottom of the page. She had read part of this book before but before she had always thought the little symbol to be a small illustration for the little paragraph next to it and so never really paid much heed to it…until now. Even though the writing was in Romanian the style of the print was clearly from Egypt.

The half-demon found it very odd that two completely different cultures from different times would coexist side by side like this. This mystery kept on getting weirder and weirder by the minute not only did the crime make sense but neither did the evidence or the history at all. Massaging her temples Raven looked down at the picture once more to see if she could manage to make heads or tails of it before she went to bed.

For some reason it looked vaguely familiar…

Her eyes widened with realization, she raced back to her bed and scattered her books off her bed not caring as they landed on the floor, at last she found what she needed. Clutching it tightly in her hand Raven hurried back to the book on the floor and the mirror and smoothed it out on the floor. The paper she had retrieved a few seconds ago was a copy of a picture of the talisman that had been stolen.

Carefully, she used her magic to cut the talisman picture to just the talisman. Then she laid the cut out on top of part of the message to where it seemed to be cut off. Raven couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment, she was so sure that it would fit…

"Wait a minute!" The half-demon looked at the mirror next to her and narrowed her brows. Without a moment of hesitation she picked it up and angled the book above the mirror. It had the same effect as before, the print that was on the picture was in the same language as in the book, she just wasn't reading it right, which explained why she couldn't find anything that matched because it was backwards! Raven read out what it said on the cut out.

"'Me'" Raven observed the reflection in the mirror and decided to try something, slowly, with a bit f anticipation she moved the cut out over to where first word was and placed it to where she felt a bit was missing. With that a word formed, "Elements…" she whispered.

She turned the book right side up and started reading the little paragraph next to it.

'…This symbol was found on one of the pyramids of Egypt that was called by the Egyptians the Pathway of Souls. Though, the pyramid is believed to no longer exist it is said upon the walls founded in King Tut's tomb of his soul first climbing up the pyramid to be judged in the after life afterwards the rest of the story could not be decrypted for part of the wall had crumbled away. It is said though that this was the key to uncovering the final resting place of Ra the sun god as it was for him the pyramid was said to be constructed for…'

Raven was not only tired, but also confused, and getting a serious cramp from sitting in the same position for so long. It seemed that every bit of information she gained only led to even more questions than before which helped her in no way what so ever. Rubbing her temples she decided on letting Robin and the rest of her team in on her discoveries after she had gotten some sleep.

She summoned a pen and a piece of paper and wrote down the words she had found then called forth the book and placed on her dresser. Yawning she marked the page of the book by placing the slip of paper inside and closed the book and walked to her bed. Raven couldn't help but sigh when she noticed the mess she had made and without a second thought, she telepathically lifted them and with her magic made the books neatly arrange themselves back on the shelves.

With that done she crawled under her cover she closed her eyes grateful to have some rest after a late night of chasing down villains and nonstop research. Her eyes closed and in no time she was sound asleep with the only noise in the room being her steady and even breathing.

"GOOD MORNING RRRRAAAAAAVVVVVVVEEEENNNN!!"

Raven shot up right in her bed from being awakened in such a loud and annoying manner. Her ears were ringing from such abuse of having such an acute change from blissful silence to the sound of her least favorite person with a megaphone prancing around like the idiot he was in her room.

"AND HOW ARE WE TODAY?" Raven's eyebrow began to twitch as a number of various death scenes played into her head.

Beast Boy, oblivious as usual, just kept going. "COME ON NOW SLEEPY HEAD THE SUN IS SHINING THE BIRDS ARE SINGING AND I'VE JUST MADE MY WORLD FAMOUS TOFU PANCAKES!"

Raven was glaring coldly at the green boy, though she had an expressionless face on the flaming magic that surrounded her did a good job at displaying her true emotions. "No,"

"OH COME ON RAE," Beast Boy insisted, still not getting the message, "YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO…" He placed a plate of steaming tofu pancakes underneath her nose while Raven looked away with disgust and pushed the plate away from her.

"I said no," she said with more ice layering her words.

"OH COME ON! YOU CAN'T START THE DAY WITHOUT A SMILE AND A NICE PLATE OF—"

"I said NO!!" she roared.

Beast Boy let out a high pitched scream as Raven glowered down at him.

The sounds of someone being beaten up and smacked repeatedly could be heard all the way to the Teen Titans' living room where the other three members were wincing and staring at the doorway.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

No one moved or said anything as they kept staring at the door. Then, came the sound of footsteps and the door slid opened to show Beast Boy with a fat lip, a black eye, several bruises and bandages around his body, and a plate of tofu pancakes on his head. He limped a few steps before he tripped at the stairs and tumbled down with a yelp and a groan of pain landing face down on the floor.

Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg walked over to where their friend was and they could clearly see the shape of a foot nicely indented on Beast Boy's back side. He managed to raise his head up to look at his teammates, "She's…not …hungry…uh," His face fell back to the floor.

The others just blinked for a second before Cyborg turned to Robin smirking, "One minute sixteen seconds. I win."

Just in time for the end of the year too. I just can't believe it took me this long to update. Well it's at least a decent length for a chapter and it has a nice little fight scene too more info on what Mumbo has stolen I will be including more IM between Raven and Danny soon but for right now I have no clue since my brain is killing me with all these tests my teachers have been throwing at me. I say it's just plain cruel to make us take our finals on the last day of school. It should be illegal. Happy Memorial Day everyone.