Hey Kits! Dr. Forgottenfables has given me permission to continue this beautiful story! After I get the chapters in, I'll summon the characters! I own nothing in this chapter! Enjoy!

A war was being waged in the Ghost Zone, a war between the renew revived Ghost King, Pariah Dark, and the resistance fighter lead by the ghost boy, Danny Phantom.

Though all the normal soldiers on each side had long since stopped fighting to watch as the clash of the Ghost Zone's two mightiest warriors. The very air of the Zone shaking with each blow.

It had started because of a betrayal. The Fright Knight had found where Vlad Masters had kept his ghostly artifacts and had killed the older half ghost in his sleep to steal the Skeleton Key and the Crown of Fire. And before anyone could stop it, the Ghost King was revived and with his full strength he lashed out against his past enemies.

The first to go was Amity Park, the humans who had resisted his conquering. He destroyed everything, making sure to kill everyone related to Phantom, but leaving the ghost boy himself to suffer in his grief. A mistake that would prove deadly.

The next target was the Far Frozen, the yeti like ghosts who had long resisted him. Frostbite, their leader, had fought hard to make sure that his people had time to flee to safety, but in the end he was not strong enough to defeat the Ghost King.

The ending of Frostbite was a hard blow to the Ghost Zone, and many grieved for the kind hearted chieftain. But others planned. They stole away the body of the chief and in the customs of the Far Frozen, they turned his fur into armor and used his fangs as magical cores by the legendary swordsmith to forge a weapon so that another could take revenge for his death.

In tradition it would have gone to the son to revenge his father, but Frostbite had never taken a mate, so the duty was passed on to Phantom who was considered to be his next of kin and the only one who had ever stood against Pariah alone and won.

The battle between the two was like a seen out of a painting of Armageddon. The young white haired boy cloaked in white fur and holding a curved blade as long as his body which glowed with a pure blue light clashing against an ancient giant wearing a shell of dark black armor and holding a brutal black mace that burned with crimson flames. The two combatants were complete opposites; protector and destroyer, green and red, good and evil, ice and fire, life and death.

As the battle waged on, the two's weapons clashed in the skies over the battlefield, producing enough wind to blast away several of the lesser fighters that remained on the ground. But Pariah's power was far greater than the young ghostboy's. Phantom was shot backwards and into the ground, blasting away the soldiers who had been standing there as a ten foot trail was edged into the ground of that giant floating rock that was the battle ground.

"You have grown stronger since we last fought. But your strength is still not enough to change me. You lack the power, ghost child." Pariah taunted.

Phantom stood up and with a sweep of his blade he blew away the dust that surrounded him. Most of the damage from the attacks he had received were weakened by the fur cloth armor, but cuts and bruise still littered his body. Not that Pariah hadn't sustained his own damages, but the pure blooded ghost was wearing the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage. The power of these artifacts was healing him even as the battle was being waged. But Phantom wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop.

"I think we... already had this conversation, Darky. It isn't... the power, it's how you use it!" Phantom joked as he gasped for air. He was already reaching the ends of his endurance and knew he didn't have much time left. He pulled his blade back and the aura around it grew as his own ice powers mixed with the ice magic within the blade. "Tengoku no Yuki! Ice Storm!"

Tengoku no Yuki, Snow of Heaven, the name that was given to the blade that contained seven of Frostbite's fangs. It amplified Phantom own ice based powers and was harder than any mortal steel.

With a mighty swing, Phantom summoned up a snow storm that surrounded the Ghost King blinding him from all sides. Large chunks of hail came at the giant ghost but they all melted into nothingness before they could touch the dark king. "This cold can not touch me. I am the burning inferno itself!" Pariah shouted and a wave of dark green and crimson flames came from his mace, blowing back the snow storm.

But Pariah's cocky expression turned to one of shock as he noticed the ghost boy had came in close, using the snow as cover. After swinging his mace to blow away the snow, he had left himself wide open. "Die, Pariah!" Phantom shouted as he plunged the blade of Tengoku no Yuki into the chest of the Ghost King and straight into his fire based core. The cold energy rushed through the core and the two opposite forces caused a reaction the shook Pariah's very being as more and more power built up.

Then with a mighty explosion that sent a blinding flare of green light through the Ghost Zone, the evil king's body exploded, destroying the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage in the process, and launching Phantom away. Even through the protective coat of Frostbite's fur Phantom could feel his body burned and battered by the blast.

"I guess we did it... Rest in peace... Frostbite." Danny said as his vision began to fade. He felt death, the truest form of it, coming on, and knew that his time was done. "I'll see you soon... on the other side, everyone." But as he flew through the Ghost Zone, one of the many hundreds of random portals appeared and his body passed through it, transporting him through time and space.

Hikari was just a simple priestess. Her master had died months before leave her to tend to the shrine in her village and provide them with spiritual guidance as well as assisting in medical care such as childbirth, broken bones or sickness. At the young age of fifteen, she was made responsible for the wellbeing of the entire village. Which created a dilemma when a shard of the Shikon Jewel came into her position.

She had done her best to keep it purified, but there was a problem. Even a shard of the Shikon Jewel is powerful. And in the hands of even a weak demon, it could cause a disaster and cost several villages their lives. But if she held onto it, then certainly demons would come to her village and destroy it in order to take position of the shard.

These were the things that weighed heavily on her mind as she gathered herbs outside of her village in order to dry and perceive them before they became scarce in the summer heat. But as she moved through the field a presence became known to her. It was like nothing she had ever sensed before. Not a demon at all. It was a spiritual energy, though not quite sacred.

She moved through the thickets and into a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a young boy laying on the ground. He had rather unusually cut black hair that was longer in the front than the back and he was dressed in a beautiful white cloth that had a hood which still had the canine ears of whatever creature the fur had come from. At his side was a long sword with a flawless blade and golden guard. The grass around him was covered in a thin layer of ice that sparkled in the sunlight. For a moment Hikari was to breathe taken to move, but then she noticed that the boy was covered in his own blood and that he had burn marks on the parts of his arms that were exposed.

She knew nothing about this boy, for all she knew he was dangerous, but as a priestess she could not just leave him there. She immediately got to work seeing to his injuries. Maybe this was the god's way of answering her prayers.

Hey Kits! You can see that I fixed a few spelling errors in the text! I don't know if that's bad or not, so please don't be mad!