Remember My Name: The Story of Ember McLain.

by Futuramakid

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any DP related things.

Author's Note: This story has undergone a major plot revamp. As such, readers will need to re-read this chapter.

I wanna know, I wanna know

Was it really that long ago?

Has it really disappeared, is it gone?

How come I feel it, goin' on and on?

- 'Crystal Ronette and Chiffon', lyrics by Howard Ashman

Danny had never expected to see what he saw that moment.

He was just exploring the Ghost Zone a bit, and he'd found an urban section. He had heard a noise from an alley. He looked at what he saw there. A small blue flame was barely burning in the alley. He saw a face. Dimly lit, but familiar.

"Ember?" he asked.

Her ponytail kindled a bit, and she pretended not to hear him. She was reclining against a wall.

"Why are you like this?" he asked. He'd never seen any of his foes in a weak moment before.

"None of your business," she snapped at him.

He was at a loss for words.

"But," she said, "if you must know, I was thinking about my past."

"Your past?" he said.

"My life. My death. My legacy," she said.

His curiosity was piqued.

"I didn't know full ghosts could remember their past life," he said.

"Not all of us can," she said, "but sometimes it's strong enough to stay."

"Tell me," he requested.

"It's a long story," she said.

He looked into her eyes.

"I'm interested," he said.

"Well," she began, "It's not a story that's mine alone. It's the story of a little known indie band called 'Ember and the Fiery Hearts'. A band I used to lead, when I used to be human. Part of me feels like I still am. I used to be just a normal kid. I used to be Amber McLain."

He listened with an intense interest.

"Well, I looked close to how I do now. My hair was brown then, and my skin was obviously not the baby blue it is now, but otherwise I look the same. I lived out in New Jersey, with my family. Dad was never around, and my Mom... well, I'd rather not detour into her story. We were white trash, and nobody cared to know me. Outside of my 2 best friends. There was Wind. She was my neighbor, the daughter of the hippie couple next door. She was a skinny, tall, long-haired girl and she tye-dyed every piece of clothing she had. She's the one who introduced me to serious music. My other friend was named Reagan, though she preferred to be called Rea. She didn't like the president of the time and wanted to distance herself. She was a beautiful girl, but she was a bit off. She was tomboyish and a bit oversocial. The 3 of us were closer than sisters. Every day, we'd hang out together, listening to vinyls on Wind's record player. We'd listen to the old 50's and 60's music, and the then-new rock. We took music lessons together. Then, we realized we could do what the bands did. We could write music. We could become the greatest band in history. And that, is where our troubles started..."