Thanks for staying with my story. I'd like to thank Luiz4200 for being the awesome reviewer Luiz4200 is.

Just a tangent. You've heard of French Fries, French Toast, French dressing, and French doors that aren't really from France, right? According to my dad, 'French' used to mean 'fancy'. That means that the names should really be fancy potato fries, fancy toast, fancy dressing, and fancy doors.

Diclaimer: Who in their right mind would let me own Danny Phantom? I don't have any experience making TV shows that awesome.

Duel of the Ghosts

The king drew his sword, making a dramatic display with one smooth slow motion.

"Hey, not fair!" Tucker called. "You can't use a weapon against an unarmed opponent!"

The king laughed. "This isn't for the boy."

He slid his sword through the handles of the throne room's giant French doors. "This shall not be removed until one of us is defeated. Then the victor shall take the sword, and the crown."

"But you're still wearing the crown!"

"Am I, or am I not still king?" Pariah roared. "Now be silent!"

He turned on Danny, prepared for another battle in the history of his rule. He grabbed Danny, and dangled him upside down, so swiftly, that Danny could not have known about it until everything rushed to his head.

Danny yelped, and the king laughed. "So you thought you could defeat me? You should understand that I'm not going to allow you to do that."

"And I'm not going to allow you to hurt people anymore, especially not my family," Danny answered.

Going ghost, Danny hit Dark's thumb with an ectoblast. It had the desired effect; Dark dropped Danny.

"Good going, Danny!" hollered Jack. "Now get rid of the crown! The Crown of Rage makes the king ten times more powerful than he really is."

Danny fired an ectoblast at the crown, but the king moved.

"Keep the fool silent!" Pariah roared at the guards, pointing at Jack.

The king then approached Danny, forcing him back against a wooden box. Danny glanced behind him, only to see that the wood was shaped like a coffin. 'Please don't let this be for me,' he thought, 'I don't really want to die.'

"Sweetie, that's the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep," Maddie called. "If you could get the Ghost King in there, you'll win!"

"Keep ALL of them silent!" the king bellowed.

He swiped at Danny, but Danny ducked, and dived through the Ghost King's open legs. Before the ghost King could turn around, Danny shot the crown off his head.

"Why you little . . . " the king snarled as he bent over to pick up his crown. Danny took the king's moment of distraction to open the sarcophagus. The king recovered from his lost crown, and charged Danny, who was still standing in front of the sarcophagus.

Danny sidestepped, and let the king run into the sarcophagus. Quickly, he closed it, trapping Pariah Dark.

"I did it!" Danny said, a mixed look of surprise and relief sweeping over his face. "I did it!"

"Did he just defeat the king?" one of the guards asked the other.

"He did."

"But no one should ever have been able to defeat the Ghost King."

"From what I reckon, it was a fluke, but that still leaves that lad in charge of us."

"I never would have seen this coming."

The guards' talk brought Danny's focus back to the present. He called, "You can let them go now!"

The guards released Danny's family and friends. Before he knew it, Danny was the center of many heartfelt hugs, and congratulations.

"I knew you could defeat the Ghost King!" said Jack. "I'm so proud. My son is finally in control of his powers. He's finally a super hero!"

Danny grinned, saying modestly, "Yeah, thanks to you guys."

Suddenly, he flickered invisible. "Danny?" Jack asked. "Where'd you go?"

"Dad, I didn't go anywhere," he said, frowning.

"Danny, you're invisible," Sam told him.

Temporarily, Danny was glad he was invisible. This way, his friends wouldn't see him blushing. "I'll work on that," he promised.

"Come on, let's just get out of here," said Tucker, "it's too creepy for my taste."

"I rather like it," Sam mumbled, but she walked to the doors with the rest of the group.

Danny slid the sword out of the handles and his invisibility wore off. He walked through the doors triumphantly.

A collective gasp met him on the other side . . .