Hey there it is I Phantom Possible bringing you another story. This one you may all be familiar with, but it has yet to be completed. I have adopted this from Forgotten Fables and plan to continue. As he says, I own nothing, not the characters, the space where this story exists, or even the eyes that you are using to read it. This is for entertainment proposes only, no money involved. Please read rate and review, and do remember no flash photography as it bothers the spirits.

Deep in the heart of Tartarus, a woman sat on her throne with a bundle of blankets in her arms. She was dressed in full armor over an Ancient Greek dress as if prepared to go into battle at any moment. Two of her four arms were gently cradling the small package even as the other two were holding a spear and shield. The woman looked down into the bundle and a small smile light up her pale features. Even her fiery red eyes showed a kindness through her warrior helmet.

For in the bundle was the woman's own child. A tiny boy, the same size as a normal human baby, he had brilliant green eyes the color of Greek fire. The boy was only a few days old, but he already had small tuffs of snowy white hair poking out from under the cloth.

The baby started to shift about and his green and white aura was flaring. It was the sign he always showed when he was hungry. The woman chuckled as she looked at her baby. "Oh you little gluten, if you keep eating like this you will grow up to be an elephant." But she still put down the spear to hold a bottle to the baby's mouth.

"I believe he has a more colorful future than that of an elephant." Another voice could be hurried as two hands of a clock appeared and opened a portal. Out came another being. He had a grandfather clock in his chest and a deep purple cloak. He went over and flouted behind the woman and looked down at the child. His own crimson eyes were drunk with the picture of the small form. "Our child will grow up to be quite a man." He said with a smile, his age shifting as he spoke.

"I suppose if you say it then it must be true, Clockwork." The woman said putting down the bottle and lifting the baby boy over her shoulder to burp him. A thin stream of white mist coming out with the air.

The God, Clockwork, smiled as he watched the mother do her work. But the smile began to fall. "Dear… you know we aren't allowed to keep him. Your brother swore on the River Styx that no god would raise their own children."

"No… I don't care!" The woman's voice began to rise. "Why should the words of that bastard matter?" Her voice carried far and the building shook as she spoke. "He banished us for speaking against him! I don't care if he is the 'King of the Heavens' this isn't heaven! I will not give up our child!"

She stopped as she heard giggling from the bundle of joy. The mother's face softened. The little baby was laughing from the sound that once made some of the gods back away in panic. Clockwork took his chance to speak. "I wish we could go against the ancient laws. They should never have been made in the first place. But we sadly can't do that. Even here the River Styx binds us."

"It isn't fair." The mother said and a single blood red tear slid down her cheek and landed on the child's blanket. "And if we don't raise him, then who will? We are in Tartarus. It isn't like there is a reliable nanny service." The Goddess pointed out. "We can't leave him to grow up all alone. Your father, Frostbite, might be willing to but I don't want my child to grow up in a frozen waste land."

"My dear… I will open a gateway to the world of man." Clockwork said and his wife looked at him in shock. "It is forbidden for me to send someone who was banished to the world of man, but the boy was only born here. He isn't bound by that rule."

"But… will he be safe?" The Goddess said pulling the baby closer as if she was afraid that someone would hear them and try to take the boy away.

"He will. We can shield him from the eyes of the others until he is ready. He will grow up to be a strong young man." Clockwork said even though it seemed like he didn't want to see the young one go.

"I suppose if you are the one saying it." The mother held out the boy to the God. "Will we ever see him again?"

"Yes… we will." Clockwork said moving a hand over the boy. The bright aura disappeared as a ring of light passed over him. "I will seal away his godly powers until he is ready." The ring turned his green eyes blue and his white hair black. "He will be safe until he is ready to become the hero he was destined to be."

Another gateway opened and the mother walked over to it. "Be safe, my little Phantom." She said and the boy disappeared into the swirling green vortex.

In the human world a baby appeared in a small basket on the doorstep of an odd family. Two ghost hunters who had a two year old daughter of their own. The baby that could no longer feel the presence of his mother began to cry. The door opened and a woman in a blue jumpsuit and goggles stood over the child. "Jack, come quick. Some one left a baby at our door." She said looking around the street for however the parent might be.

A large man in an orange jumpsuit appeared next to her. "You're right Mads." He bent down and picked up the basket. "Well we can't just leave him here. Let's bring him in." He carried to boy inside. "It doesn't look like he has a name anywhere." The grizzly bear of a man said checking the basket.

"Well, we can't just call him, the baby." Maddie said looking at the little guy. "How about… Daniel." The woman said picking him up like she did with her own child, Jasmine or Jazz.

"That's a great name." Jack said in his childish manner. "And if no one comes to claim him then we will just adopt the little guy. Danny Fenton. I like the sound of it." The baby giggled at the large man's goofy nature. "And then we can teach him how to hunt ghosts!" Jack shouted, causing the baby to start crying again. Maddie shot a glare at her husband who looked a bit sheepish.

(14 years later)

"Thanks for helping me out Pandora." Danny said after they had gotten her box back from the Box Ghost.

"It was my responsibility to take care of it in the first place. I am sorry for all the trouble." The larger spirit said standing watch as the Box Ghost was forced to maintain the labyrinth to compensate for his crimes.

"Well you still helped me out. So thanks." Danny said before flying away.

Pandora stood for a few moments looking after him before reaching up and removing her helmet. She had short wild hair that was snow white with small specks of black dust. It came down to her shoulders once her helmet was removed. She looked off into the distance in the direction that the boy had just flown. "Stay strong, my little Phantom."

Now to let you guys know I'm not giving up on my first story. What i put up was mainly just a teaser. The real one will be up soon, when i do not know. Only time will tell.