-AUTHORS NOTE- Thank you all for joining me with my first fan-fiction debut! I am dedicating this story to Lilith St. James who wrote the series of Danny Phantom: "For the Love of a Halfa". When those stories were published, her pen name was MoonHawke, but all the same, her stories inspired me to create this one. This incredible author also created a character that I am rather fond of. All credit of this character goes directly to Lilith St. James who has graciously allowed me to use this character that will come into this story later on.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DANNY PHANTOM
Smoke curled up towards the blackened sky in ashy tendrils. The ground was stained with the blood that had been spilt mere hours earlier. It seemed impossible that the fighting had ceased so quickly, but with the destruction of their leader, the ghosts had nowhere else to turn but back to the Ghost Zone.
An ugly scorch mark ran through the clearing like a scar. It was in the shape of a jagged, broken up "M": how fitting. It would forever be a reminder to all of us. A reminder that there are all sorts of evil out there.
A reminder that you have to expect the unexpected at all times. Otherwise, you could just lose your life as you know it. . . .