Well, here's the sequel for My True Identity that you've all been waiting for. I hope you enjoy it! By the way, this takes place one year later, when Lily is 17.

Battle of the Century

Chapter One- I'm Where?!

I flew over Amity Park, making my nightly rounds. The wind gently blew against the wisps of hair that had fallen out of my bun. So far, no ghosts had been seen, and no ghosts had set off my ghost sense. In my opinion, Amity looked really nice up here, even with the frequent ghost attacks.

"This night is perfect," I said to myself. "It's a clear night, and no ghosts have shown up." Just then, my ghost sense, a purple-blue wisp of air, came out of my mouth. I sighed. "I spoke too soon." I flew down to where my ghost sense led me. When I got there, I found a ghost I had never seen before, even on my trips through the Ghost Zone. He (or she) was a blackish-green color, with thorns sticking out all over it. The base of the thorn was a dark forest green, while the rest of them were midnight black. Its eyes were a piercing blood red.

"Good evening," it said. Its voice sounded masculine, so it must have been a male. "I'm assuming you are Lily Phantom?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, but who are you?" And how do you know my name? I thought to myself.

"I, my dear, am Black Thorn. I know your name because I've been assigned to find you."

My mouth dropped open in shock. "How can you read my thoughts?"

He smirked at this comment and started to circle me. I watched him carefully, making sure he didn't try anything. "Lily, I know everything going on inside of you right now. Mentally and emotionally that is. I can read your thoughts, sense your fears, and feel the emotions coursing through your veins. You are afraid right now, but you are still willing to fight me. I am correct, am I not?" he finished.

I blinked slowly. He was right, but I wasn't about to admit it to him. Instead, I flew at him, ready to throw the first punch. I was so close to hitting him in the face, but he grabbed my fist and twisted my arm behind my back, pushing up. I gave a small cry of pain.

He hollowly laughed. "If I can read your thoughts, dear child, that means I know what you're going to throw at me next. You can't take me by surprise if I know your every move."

As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I can't take him by surprise if he knows my every kick, punch, and shots fired.

"I am right, my dear. I know you hate to admit it, but…" he took this time to throw me forward and hit me with a black ecto-ball, "I am the superior in this battle." I tried once again to hit him, but failed as he knocked me back with a fist of his own. He then threw what looked like a grenade, but it soon started to spew smoke instead of fire. I felt myself become overwhelmingly tired before I hit the ground.

"Knockout gas," I muttered. The last thing I heard was Black Thorn's cruel empty laugh.


My eyes opened after what felt like many years of sleep. I looked around and saw that I wasn't outside, but instead, I was in my room. Somehow, though, the pale blue walls seemed much darker, as did the navy blue carpet. The darkness, I noticed, was coming from the outside. I looked at my alarm clock, only to see that it was ten in the morning!

"What?" I said to myself. I hopped out of bed and saw the worst thing I could ever see. The once and bright and cheerful Amity Park was now gloomy and depressing. The sky was a dark, blood red, and the vegetation was brittle with dehydration. Many of the buildings were in shambles, looking like they had been abandoned for years. The once joyful and well-dressed people were in rags, and they seemed so down, like they hadn't seen anything cheerful in months, maybe years. Then the door to my room slammed open. I whirled around to find Gramps and Grandma standing in the doorway.

"Lily!" Grandma said, grabbing me and pulling me away from the horrid sight. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" I sharply said back. "Grandma, what's going on?" Gramps and Grandma looked at each other worriedly.

"Sweetie, are you saying you don't remember anything?" Grandma gently said, touching my forehead.

I looked at her, clearly confused. "What am I supposed to remember?"

"Lily," Gramps started.

"Hold on, Jack," Grandma said. "I want to check something. Turn ghost, Lily."

"Okay…" I said, wondering why. I still felt the familiar surge of electricity, of excitement, running through me as the rings encircled me. My mid-black length black hair had been pulled up into a tight bun, except my black hair was now white. Instead of a red shirt with black pants and black and white shoes, I now had a black jumpsuit with light purple gloves, belt, and boots. I also had an "L" within a "P" symbol on my chest, standing for Lily Phantom. When I looked in the mirror, my purple-blue eyes were now luminescent green with gold flecks, staring back at me. The only thing different was that I now had small, flaming purple wings on my back.

"Whoa!" I shouted. "What are those?"

"Lily, you've had those for about a year now," Gramps said. "Why are you so surprised?"

"A year?! I've had these wings for a year?! That can't be right!" I yelled. "Just yesterday, my back had no wings whatsoever coming out of it!"

"Oh, dear," Grandma said, shaking her head, "you must have gotten a concussion yesterday when you fell."

I shook my head firmly, still confused. Either I had gotten a concussion and didn't remember anything, or they were delusional. "All right, before we go any further, I want to know something."

"Anything, sweetie," Grandma agreed. "Maybe it'll help you get your memory back."

"Sure," Gramps said. "Maybe I can blather on about ghosts!" Grandma and I shook our heads after he said that. "Aww, man!"

I thought about where to start. "Why is the sky that horrible red color? Why is the vegetation so lifeless? Why are the buildings in shambles and why are most of the people wearing rags?" I had a few more questions, but I wanted those answered first.

"Well, honey, all of your questions have one answer. Amity Park is in a battle, a war to be precise."

The news shocked me. Amity was such a peaceful town- well, besides the ghosts. Why would anyone want to start a war with us?

"With who?" I asked the first question on my mind.

"Lily, you really don't remember?" Gramps asked, worry falling into his voice.

"Whatever it is I'm supposed to remember, I obviously don't." I was really frustrated by now. "Will you please just tell me who we're fighting?"

"You're a part of the war, sweetie. I can't believe you don't remember!" Grandma said.

My green and gold-flecked eyes went wide. "I'm in this war? Why am I in this war?"

Grandma sighed deeply. "Well, you are a general, to some extent. You lead an army of ghosts, some of who are your greatest enemies, against your most hated enemy of all."

"Who is in my army?" I was really curious and confused now.

"There's Desiree, Technus, Walker, and even the new ghost, Black Thorn. You also have Wulf, and many others, among your ranks."

My ears perked up at the mention of Black Thorn. "Black Thorn? That's who I was fighting last night. He was the one who knocked me out!" I exclaimed.

Gramps shook his head. "Lily, your memory must be really foggy. Black Thorn wasn't the one who knocked you out."

"Oh," I shot at them. "Then, please, enlighten me and tell me who did?"

The next bit of news they told me sent me reeling. "Your brother did. He's the one you're fighting against."

What a cliffy! Hope you like the first chapter of the sequel to My True Identity. Now, please push the little purple button in the corner and review!