Rule of King, A Danny Phantom Fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the characters from Nickelodeon’s, Danny Phantom.

Author's Notes: This is part "A" of I-don't-know-how-many total parts. Chapter 5 is gonna be the origin of Team X. So, it's gonna be long ;) 5B will be longer; it'll be Roy's journey through the forest to find the hut.

Next Update: Unknown

Treasure Hunt: Who is the cloaked figure?
(Answer will be posted in the final chapter, unless you guess it first!)

Thanks to my reviewer! (starr1095).

Team X

Amity Park, 2007

Fifteen-year-old Roland McCoy walked home one evening, avoiding any confrontation from the spectral spooks that lurked around the town. His goal was to reach the house before his parents discovered him missing. His brother, Cole and adopted brother Alex, were the only two who knew of his whereabouts.

Roy passed many alley entrances on his journey home. On several occasions, he noticed a group of ghosts lounging about in the shadows. He would then stop to watch them until it was safe enough to continue. Minutes later, he saw his house. Only one alley left to pass before he reached the safety of home. As with the previous alleys, he stopped and peered around the corner. When he saw no ghostly presence, he passed across.

However, a dark and mysterious, non-ghostly figure caught his attention before he escaped the entrance of the alley. He turned his head glance at the shadows, wondering why he hadn’t noticed anyone there previously. The figure was cloaked and hidden deep in the shadows, beckoning him to approach, a hand stretched out toward him.

He looked at darkened figure, wondering if it was safe. Then he glanced back at his house, which was only a short distance away. A loud clap from the alley caused him to look at it. He studied his surroundings before cautiously advancing into the alley, his teenage mind curious. Roy didn’t once think of the possible consequences that could occur.

Upon approaching the cloaked creature, his eyes drifted down to its hands. They were small, long, and skinny like a woman’s hands; the fingernails chipped. His guess was confirmed when he heard its voice in his ear - it was a woman and she was talking to him.

Quickly, she grasped his hands, squeezing them in her strong but rough grip. “I’ve been watching you,” she said. “Keep quiet, or they’ll hear you.”

He only nodded, his eyes scanning over her, searching but failing to find her eyes within the cloak.

“You don’t need to know my name or origin, but listen to me. I have been watching you for quite some time, and I think you have the potential to neutralize the situation,” her grip loosened. “I can give you access to weaponry designed to destroy the Ghost Army, while I ask for nothing in return.”

His hands fell free from her grasp. “How do I know you can be trusted?” he asked, backing away from her.

“You can’t,” she replied. “But would you rather sit around and wait for a miracle?”

Roland shook his head. “Miracles don’t exist.”

She stepped forward, her hand touched his chest. “We live in a world where the villain has won, or believes he won. You, young one, could help bring order back into our lives.”

“Me? What makes me so special? I’m just a kid.”

“Age makes no difference. I would hope you’d know that by now,” she sighed. Roy turned his head away from her. Of course, there was no doubt that age didn’t matter in this world when it came down to life or death. His main idol, Danny Phantom, or better yet, the Fenton child was proof.

He faced the woman, puffing out his chest in determination. “Where are these weapons?” he asked proudly.

Her hand stretched forward as one of her skinny fingers pointed to the north direction. Roland followed the finger, gazing out to the north. She wanted him to visit the forest, the forbidden forest. Nobody without the permission of the King himself was to walk passed the tree line.

A wave of fear uprooted in his gut as he glanced back at the woman. “What’s in there?”

“Inside the forest you will find a small hut. That is where you must go. From there, you will meet a group young adults like you in search of justice. They will aid you in your journey from there on out,” she explained, then held out her hand. “I trust you with this Roland; guard it with your life.”

Unrolling her hand, she exposed a mundane key. He looked at it in confusion. “It’s just an ordinary key.”

“You wish,” she replied. “Ghosts and those under Vlad’s influence would kill to possess that one key. I repeat, guard it with your life. If it falls into the wrong hands, we’re all doomed.”

He grasped the key in his hands, refusing to let it go. “I have one question, though. Who are ‘they’?” he asked, searching the cloak for the woman’s eyes. He wanted to make eye contact, but failed. She hid herself well.

“There are two of them, the final two of their team, however, there is no doubt more have joined their rebellion. If you find the hut, you will have access and knowledge of defeating ghosts you otherwise wouldn’t have.”

“Yes, okay,” he nodded. “But who are they?”

“To defeat a ghost, who would you call?”

One answer immediately popped into his head: Danny Phantom. That was, however, impossible. The ghost boy was dead, along with his entire human family, the Fenton’s. No, he shook his head. Not all of them. His mother, Maddie, is still alive, or at least physically anyway. They’re not all gone…

So, who else knew how to catch a ghost?