Danny Phantom Porno Story: The Hunter Gal and the Ghost fellow Chapter Five
Chapter 5: The Prophecy
Disclaimer: I do not
own Danny Phantom.
Okay so this chapter is
either really boring or mildly interesting. I will let you be the
judge. I wrote the majority of this either on a train a six at night,
at a summer camp at seven in the morning, or on my lunch break.
Forgive the errors. Enjoy.
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Many years ago, the
Ghost King Pariah Dark began on his Reign of Terror. However, this
wasn’t always so. While the Ghost Zone was never the perfect
democracy, a place was tolerable to live in. Until one gloomy day.
“You’re Highness,
there is something that we feel you should know about.” A
ghostly orb with an eyeball said hovering over the large king.
“Well, what is
it?” The King snapped. The other floating eyeball shrunk back.
“The Ancients
would like to speak to you.” It replied. The Ghost King rolled
his remaining eye; the other had been lost in the First Ghost War,
the war that gave him ultimate power.
“Then let us get
this over with. I have other matters to attend with.” Pariah
strode out of the room. The orbs shuffled out of the room behind him.
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The trio came to a
tall, cylindrical tower. Pariah stormed up the steps and flung open
the door. The hooded figures turned to the intrusion all accept one.
“Good day your highness.” The one figure spoke his voice
laced with apparent humor, as if he knew something that no one else
knew.
“I am in no mood
for games Clockwork. What have you summoned me here for?” The
large king demanded.
“We have come
across something you might find interesting Your Highness.” A
cloaked figure to the right of the king said. The dark ghost rolled
his eye and fixed his crown in boredom.
“And what might be
so important that you summon me before I have a meeting with some
very important guests.” The king seethed in rage.
“This will only
take a minute sir.” Clockwork replied his form changing to a
young child, his cloak and staff shrinking with him. He waved the
staff in a small circle. A green vortex floated beside him and he
clicked a small button. “Through many of my ‘exertions’ I have
come across this.” Here he paused and revealed a glowing sphere
on the screen. Clockwork reverted into an adult man’s form. He pulls
the sphere from the portal.
“You brought me
here for a glowing ball?” The king said, fire starting to rise
in his eyes. Clockwork aged once again and said in a serious voice.
“Its not the size
package that’s important, it’s what it contains.” Clockwork
turned the orb and separated the two halves. The lighted ball in the
center glowed and floated in midair as the King watched impassively.
A ghostly voice began
to drawl out from within the light. “A being that can dwell in
both realms shall take his place as the rightful king of the ghost
zone. He will have unspeakable power and will hold time and space
within his hands. He will be unlike other kings; he will be meek of
voice but strong of mind. This is what is to be and what will come.”
The glowing mist suddenly dissipated in the air and reappeared in the
ball as it was before. Clockwork, now in his child-like form, placed
the glowing orb in his cloak and turned once again towards Pariah who
now was gracefully in shock clutching at the Golden Ghost necklace
around his neck. He threw his hands in the air and yelled toward the
misty green skies.
“How can you let
this happen?! You are supposed to protect the Ghost Zone not play
riddles and prophetic fairy tales.” Pariah angrily spoke toward
the ghosts in the hall. “Why don’t you stop this Clockwork?”
“Because that
would be a direct violation of the Code of Temporal Displacement.”
One of the Observants explained. The king rounded on the floating
glass jar and gave a glare that might have killed had they not been
ghosts. Clockwork stepped in front of the King and easily matched the
stare.
“You know that
even if I could do something I wouldn’t. Prophecies are not to be
trifled with your highness. They need to be taken seriously.” He
explained. The large king stared hard at the Master of Time. He
flipped his cape dramatically and strode to the door. He turned back
toward the ghosts present.
“Mark my words.
That prophecy shall not come to pass as I am King of the Ghost Zone.
I will remain in total power and anyone who so dares to stand against
me, they will be dealt with accordingly.” He vowed and slammed
the door shut. The ancient ghosts showed no emotion as the loud bang
echoed through the corridor. The Observants watched as Clockwork
changed into an elderly man.
“Clockwork, you
who claim to know everything, do you know how all this will end, is
everything going to be alright?” The ghostly eye stared at
Clockwork awaiting his answer. The time master smirked and turned to
the Observant.
“Everything is
fine; all is as it should be. Now I believe this meeting is
adjourned, so care to observe the door?” Clockwork said
transforming into his youngest form. The Observants and Ancients left
Clockwork in the room alone. After the door closed, the Master of
Time let out a small sigh and floated to an open window. He stared
out at the glowing sky and let a worried look appear on his face.
“It will be a long
and hard struggle. But I’m sure you will be up to it your prophetic
highness, won’t you?” He said. After this Clockwork turned and
walked out the door. The portal Clockwork placed there before glowed
and showed a young black-haired boy stepping into a large hole in the
wall.
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After that, Pariah had
become a ruthless king. Throwing ghosts into jail and banishing them
if they dared to oppose him. He created two items to display his
ultimate power; The Ring of Rage and The Crown of Fire. When the
Ancients trapped the King in the Coffin of Forever Sleep, they took
The Crown of Fire and The Ring of Rage and separated them. One of the
Ancients turned to Clockwork and handed him the necklace.
“Clockwork, you
must find a protector for this. Who knows what could happen if this
fell into the wrong hands.” He said pulling his hand from the
ghost masters. Clockwork pocketed the chain and slowly left the room.
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The Master of Time
found himself in a hospital nursery, surveying the babies; some
wailing, some sleeping peacefully, some staring blankly at their
blurry surroundings. Clockwork smiled slightly, knowing that some of
the babies in here would grow to be fine people right away and some
would take a little longer. He passed by a small light blonde haired
boy born two days prior, dark blue eyes blinking in wonder.
Clockwork saw his future in athletics, not the smartest or nicest boy
but he would grow to be an upstanding gentleman (1). Passing the
other babies smiling sadly for those who wouldn’t be around long
enough to remember life. He passed quickly knowing his job and came
upon a small boy born that morning. Wispy black hair peaked out from
under a snow-white cap. Tiny arms and legs wrapped tightly in a warm
cotton blanket showing that he did not intend to leave his warm
cocoon. He was currently sleeping and Clockwork looked warmly at him.
He saw the bright future that this small five-pound baby will have.
He will struggle, fight many enemies and encounter many dangerous
situations. He will prevail though, it is his destiny. Clockwork
pulled the chain from his pocket and left it on his blanket. The baby
stirred at the sudden movement and slowly opened his eyes. The
natural blue that babies are born with wasn’t present, in its place
was an bright blue that would someday become exquisite gems of icy
sapphire. Clockwork began to phase out of the door but not before, he
left this message floating through the air.
“Grow strong
Daniel James. You shall see me again one day.” With that, the
time master floated to another part of the hospital to overshadow
Daniel’s grandfather to explain how the necklace got to the baby.
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(1) Anyone wishes to
guess who this baby is gets a cookie. A Girl Scout Cookie of their
choice.
I told you, it is
either really boring or interesting to some. Now that this is over,
we can get to some of the good stuff. I have thought this out very
long and hard because I don’t want this to be rushed and horribly
bad. I never expected this story to be so well liked, so I never
planned it out fully. I wanted this to be original and a fun ride to
all who are reading. Thus explaining why it takes so long for a
chapter to come out. For all of those who have reviewed, thank you,
whoever favorited or alerted this story and me as an author, thank
you, and to all of those who will do all of these things after this
chapter, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.