A/N: So yeah, less reworking than I thought. Eh, quicker updates for you, and I get to get on with the real story sooner.
Disclaimer: fanfiction, I do not own it.
Danny- Amity Park, United States.
Danny said goodbye to his two best friends, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley and entered the tall building with the Fenton Works sign on it.
He sighed, his parents were extremely boastful and flashy about everything, from their research to their clothes.
He went into the living room and, sitting on the coffee table, was an owl.
A brown owl was sitting on the coffee table.
He took in the absurdity of that moment and dropped his bag onto the floor, slowly walking over to the bird.
It stared at Danny like he was an idiot and looked at a thick envelope on the table, signed 'Daniel Fenton'.
Danny looked at the bird again and opened the letter, skimming through most of it until he saw something that made him stare.
He had known he was adopted, his parents were very open about that and didn't believe in keeping secrets. They hadn't known who his parents were, since the records were sealed and they had never tried to have them opened. They knew virtually nothing about his birth family, and he would have been happy to have left it that way.
But here was something to tell him about that family, and who was related to him.
He stared down at the letter in his hand and looked over to the bird.
It was quietly staring with its black eyes.
He pulled over a piece of paper and a pen and quickly wrote a message and gave it to the owl.
"Here," He said, tying it to a loose string wrapped around one scaled leg. "Tell them I'm going."
A/N: again, just do my poll. . . Thanks!