Summary: Have you ever had a dream, Danny, that you were sure was real? What if you couldn’t wake from that dream? How would you know the deference between the real world and the dream world?

“What is the Matrix?”

“The Matrix is the world that’s been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.”

Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to figure it out on your own. Welcome, to the Matrix.

Nocturne laughed as he put a sleeping spell over Daniel Carlisle Fenton, who was already asleep to begin with. Nocturne smiled in triumph as he placed the helmet on the boy. For those of you wondering, Nocturne is the Ghost of Dreams and Danny is a Half-a.

I Half-a is what the ghosts in the Ghost Zone call a human and ghost hybrid. Out of the two hybrid’s in existence, Danny is the least liked. They disliked Danny because he foiled their attempts to harm the human race, while the other Half-a, Vladimir Nicola (1) Masters, had all the ghosts do his bidding because he was evil and a very powerful man, as Danny was often physically reminded. But Vlad was already asleep, as everyone else in Amity Park and the Ghost Zone. Why had he left Danny for last? Because he wanted to savor the moment.

Nocturne stared down at the boy. He wasn’t like most boys. A lot of boys in this town had either a scrawny and wimpy figure or a brawny and muscle bound figure. A lot of the boys also had tan skin with either blond or brown hair. Even red was more common than black was in kids today! And yet, Danny had silky deep black tresses that brushed his shoulders, making them just long enough for a ponytail. His eyes blue, but not the normal light blue, his was the exact shade of midnight blue that, if you were either a straight girl or a homosexual boy, would pull you into there depths; unless he was angry. Then, they rendered you helpless to his anger. Well, they did if you were human; this really didn’t faze the ghosts. His shade of his skin was so close to alabaster that he was nearly see-through, but he was far from weak. He just let Dash beat the living shit out of him to keep up an appearance, when in truth, he had wiry, but strong muscles under his shirt; abs, pecks, triceps and biceps, not to mention a full-blown six-pack.

Nocturne smiled to himself as he fazed through the wall of Fenton Works. With the power of all the ghosts and the humans in Amity, he could rule the world! What he didn’t know was that there was one ghost left who hadn’t been put to sleep like the rest of the ghosts. His name was Mobieus Clockwork, and he had had a plan…

Sorry for the short chapter, but this is only the prologue. I’ll have the REAL first chapter up soon! Bye, lovely’s!

(1): pronouce it like Nichole only with a lower 'a' sound at the end.