I don't own Danny Phantom or A Song of Ice and Fire. All properties are owned by Paramount Global / Butch Hartman and HBO / George R.R Martin respectively.
This is a fanfic afterall.
This is my first time making a fanfic so I hope you all enjoy. (RATED M for mature.)
P.S I suck at wrtting by the way, XD.
Westeros (Westerlands / Casterly Rock) 276 AC-
"Can you seriously expect me to believe a metal building materialized out of thin air in the heart of Oxcross without your knowledge?" the Great Lion roared, his anger palpable. The great lion and his family and thoes of ther high standing are in his court, listening to Lord Leo Lefford's baffiling statement.
Leo Lefford, trembling visibly in front of everyone, stammered, "My lord, I swear on my life, every word is true! Oxcross was serene, as usual, when I was conducting my inspection. Suddenly, the sky darkened to an ominous green, lightning flashed, and then the structured erupted from the ground settling in the village square."
Tywin harbored a deep-seated contempt for mummers, particularly those of high birth. They behaved as if they were smallfolk, oblivious to their noble lineage. Now, one of his most trusted bannermen was regaling him with a preposterous tale, a transparent attempt to conceal a unauthorized construction on his lands and most likley wasted resources. Hoping for the Lannister overlord be able to foot the bill. And worst, this was supposed to be an quote on quote important meeting that all must hear said lord lefford letter to every westland house and thus the court being present, but it seems is all a ruse.
"Lord Lefford, is this a jest? An attempt to squander not only my time but the rest of the houses with your foolishness? If so, you have succeeded admirably," Tywin Lannister sneered, his eyes gleaming with contempt.
Undeterred, Lord Lefford somehow mustered his courage. "My lord! The building did indeed appear. Moreover, its inhabitants have granted me an audience."
As the bannerman continued his tale, a sinister smile crept across Tywin's face. A punishment would be forthcoming. And he alreday thought about what he should do.
Tywin is intending to make an example of Lord Lefford once he finish speaking. This would serve as a stern warning to others: waste his time or squander his resources, and they would face dire consequences. Unlike his indulgent father, Tywin would not tolerate such frivolous behavior. Lord Lefford's fantastic tale would be punished, perhaps with twenty lashes, ensuring that such audacity would not be repeated.
The rest of the court had a mixed reaction.
If Lord Lefford's tale was intended for the amusement of the court, it was a dubious success. Jaime Lannister listened with rapt attention, his curiosity piqued. Cersei, on the other hand, remained indifferent, looking truly bored. The rest of the assembled, Lannisters and other nobles were either poised to scoff at Lefford's apparent folly on wasting everyone time or silently hoping that his punishment would be swift and severe.
"Once the blinding flash of lightning and the sudden appearance of the structure subsided, I regained my composure. Along with my retinue and the villagers, I cautiously approached the enigmatic edifice. It was an imposing structure, at least two stories high, constructed of brick and mortar. Atop this solid base, a twisted metal spire reached towards the heavens. A glowing sign, emblazoned with the word "Fenton," hung from the middle of the building." said the lord he took another breath while at the same time gaining more resolve and then said "I was the first to reach the building and knock on its metal door. After a moment of commotion inside, the door swung open, revealing a young boy with black hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in the strangest attire I'd ever seen and, with a wide grin, asked, 'Do you need a cup of sugar, neighbor?' Naturally, I declined his offer and inquired if he was a magician, capable of conjuring such a structure. He simply smiled and replied, 'No, I'm something else, maybe?... kinda, my name is Daniel Fenton but those that know me call me Danny.' A moment of awkward silence ensued due to me not able to respond such a casual response, but the akwardness ended when he invited me inside, citing the impending rain, the sky no longer green but grey. I was about to refuse and interrogate him further, perhaps with the aid of my knights, but the most delectable aroma wafted through the air, drawing my attention. He chuckled, noticing my rumbling stomach, and extended the invitation once more, assuring me, 'a Fenton never lets anyone go hungry….'".
"Enough!" Tywin Lannister thundered, rising from his great chair. "This farcical performance must cease, Lefford. If you seek funds to rectify your poor construction efforts in Oxcross, be forthright. But this tale of magic is a bridge too far. It ends now."
Lefford quickly said "My lord, I assure you, this is not a ploy to extort funds. This is not a feeble excuse for any construction failures in Oxcross. Any responsibility for such matters lies solely with me," Lefford insisted. "There was no construction in oxcross I swear it, instead a wonder appeared a wonder I am sharing to you all".
Before Tywin could respond, Jaime rose from his seat and strolled casually to Lord Lefford's side. "Father," he interjected, "wouldn't it be prudent to verify Lord Lefford's claim? Oxcross is only a day's ride away. If his tale is true, we can question this 'Daniel Phantom' our resident suppose sorcerer. And if it's false, well, we all know the consequences." Lord lefford gulped loudly when heard "consequence" but he quickly nodded "Yes! please my lord, young Jaime speaks the truth. I shall take you to oxcross and see what I saw".
A murmur rippled through the court as Tywin pondered his next move. His son's audacity had granted Lefford an unexpected reprieve. Tywin was both impressed and irritated by Jaime's bold intervention, which had shifted the attention of the court and, in a sense, stolen the spotlight. Truly becoming a lion, In a way, this was precisely why Tywin would play along. The Twins' namesday tourney was still three months away. Ample time to discipline Lefford and prepare for the royal visit. Yes, he would play along.
"Very well, Lord Lefford. In a week's time, I shall visit Oxcross and meet this 'Fenton' building and its young master. And please, make it a spectacle worthy of the occasion. It's not every day one encounters a magic user," Tywin said, a hint of amusement in his voice "Very well," Tywin said, a dangerous glint in his eye to everyone watching. "This meeting is adjourned."
Lord Lefford, for his part, felt a sense of relief as the room emptied. He knew what he had witnessed with young Danny, and was confident that Tywin would recognize his integrity. Lefford had courted danger by convening the great houses of the Westerlands at Casterly Rock, surprised that Tywin had granted him such privilege. He had hoped to showcase Danny's remarkable inventions, true miracles from the Seven, forged by the smith himself.
In just three short weeks, Oxcross had flourished under Danny's influence. The village was bountiful, its homes fortified, and its people armed with a new weapon, the "Fenton bat." Lefford had yearned to unveil Danny as the key to Westerlands' prosperity and self-sufficiency. However, the unexpected circumstances of Danny's arrival had derailed his plans, leaving him feeling embarrassed and frustrated. The more he thought the more it sounded like a mummer farce.
Lefford hoped that in a week's time, he could prepare Danny for Tywin's arrival, teaching him the Westerlands' social graces. He also planned to subtly encourage a match between Danny and his daughter, Alyssane, before any other noble could claim him. Lefford was determined to secure Danny as part of his house.
A sudden wave of dread washed over him as he realized Tywin's imminent arrival. He feared that Tywin might attempt to pair Cersei with Danny, but dismissed the notion. Tywin's ambition for the Iron Throne wouldn't risk it with a "boy-magician." Yet, Lefford knew he must act swiftly. He would introduce Alyssane to Danny and let her charm him, ensnaring the young boy before the Lannister lion could potentaly strike. He must go back to the golden tooth, Lefford quickly left the castle that night with his retinue and rode as fast as he could.
Once the great disappointing meeting concluded, and the guests dispersed to their quarters in Casterly Rock or simply went back to their keeps, Cersei Lannister retreated to the secluded stone garden, its ancient weirwood trees offering a veil of secrecy. Her brother, Jaime arriving there first, was her sole witness to the night's clandestine affair.
Jaime felt a surge of confidence. Not only had he saved Lord Lefford from further embarrassment, earning his loyalty, but he'd also witnessed a rare sight: his father's approval. Now, his sister's letter summoned him to this ancient place for a clandestine rendezvous. Jaime was filled with anticipation as he saw Cersei enter the garden.
"Dear sister, you were unusually quiet today, especially during Lord Lefford's farcical display. If I were him, I'd retreat to the Golden Tooth and never emerge," Jaime remarked as he began to walk towarsd her, Cersei, visibly annoyed, placed her hands on her hips. "You're quite right, brother. But my silence wasn't due to his idiocy. It's because you've been neglecting me, not giving me attention I deserve, especially as our tenth nameday approaches." Jaime looking quite amused of her statement merely hugged her and replied "Well how do I remedy this then."
Cersei began to hug him back, the small moonlight casting light over their silhouettes in the open cave. As they both began to explored each other's bodies trying to remove their clothes, a single word (well two)hung in the air when she said "Kiss me." And so they did. Both were so focus in their kiss and their attempt to quickly remove their garments that they didn't notice the night sky turned an eerie green, and lightning struck a lone weirwood tree exposed to the open sky of the caved grove. The tree began to convulse, its form twisting and morphing into the shape of a colossal, humanoid figure.
Both were alarmed when a sudden flash of lightning illumating the grove, startling the pair. They broke their embrace, both uttering a cry as a clap of thunder shook the air. Jaime quickly assessed the situation, his gaze fixed on Cersei. She appeared frightened but unharmed. Cersei cried out, "Is this the gods' punishment for our love?" Jaime's heart ached. He vowed to protect Cersei and their love, no matter the divine wrath and it seemed the God's has listened to his thoughts for what he saw next in the corner of the garden, Is something that will forever haunt him.
The metamorphosis of the struck weirwood tree has finally ceased. In its wake stood a towering, twelve-foot-tall, armored figure. His long, flaming purple hair danced in the wind, and his piercing, glowing green eyes scanned his surroundings, ensuring he hadn't materialized in a dangerous location. Once satisfied with his safety, he summoned his glowing green sword and knelt to meditate. The Fright Knight had arrived.
The Fright Knight remained motionless, taking his time to assess his physical state and core. He sensed a significant depletion of his energy reserves, a consequence of his teleportation. He was weaker than he should be. With a deep, guttural groan, he interrupted his meditation and rose to his feet. This was unacceptable.
The Fright Knight's gaze wandered through the weirwood forest. Intrigued by the trees' spiritual energy, he approached one, touching the carved face. The tree convulsed, its life force draining into him. Red sap seeped from its roots as its leaves withered and fell, leaving behind a lifeless husk. Sensing his powers replenishing, the Fright Knight repeated the process several more times. Then, his gaze turned to the center of the grove, where two young human children clung to each other, their eyes filled with fear and awe.
The Fright Knight strode towards them, his heavy footsteps and clanking armor filling the air with a sense of dread. His wild, fiery eyes and flowing purple hair, coupled with the glowing sword, terrified the Lannister siblings. Cersei whimpered and closed her eyes snuggling closer to her brother, while Jaime, though fearful, maintained a brave facade. He would protect his love, no matter the cost, Even going against this menace.
The figure halted a few feet from the Lannisters, his imposing shadow engulfing them. "Where am I?" the dark creature inquired, his voice rich and somber. Jaime, summoning his courage, stammered, "C-C-Casterly Rock." "Who are you?" the creature pressed. "I-I am J-Jaime Lannister, son of the great lion Tywin Lannister."
The figure remained silent for a long moment. Then, he spoke, "You have courage. Most men would cower and flee in my presence, but you a boy stood your ground, shielding the young lady like a true knight. You have earned my respect. Rest assured, no harm will befall you or the young lady, but you will answer any question I ask"
Jaime gulped and quickly nodded to the being.
The figure spoke again "Do you know where is my King. The Great One himself. The Phantom"
Well folk this is the end of chapter 1. Please rate, review and comment. See you all in the next chapter. Peace. Word count 2272.