I do not own Danny Phantom or the Justice League.

Hi all! Okay, so I wrote the first chapter to this story, HOWEVER, I'm working on just a couple of other stories before I continue this one. And trust me, I will continue it, but after I finish the other ones first because this one will be the longest one and I don't completely have the basic plot down yet. But I really like what I have so far and wanted people's opinions of it.

Now let's get to the story!

Chapter 1: A Boy and His Yeti

Superman was heading to the Watchtower's mess hall when they got the alert. A massive burst of temporal energy was just detected in the arctic, close to Superman's Fortress of Solitude. That instantly put him on edge; if a villain found out the location of his Fortress, even if they couldn't get inside, it would cause all sorts of problems.

The League decided to send Superman and Wonder Woman to investigate.

As soon as they touched down near the Fortress, Superman focused on listening for any disturbances. After a minute of silence, he raised his hand to get Wonder Woman's attention, then pointed to the south-east, a soft blizzard obstructing their view.

"I hear something coming from that direction. Footsteps. Labored breathing. A heartbeat, very slow."

"Then let us hurry. Whoever it is sounds like they might be dying," Wonder Woman said with a sense of urgency.

After a few minutes of trudging through the snow, a large form came into view. Superman and Wonder Woman tensed, expecting some sort of fight; but when the form seemed to fall to their knees, the two heroes ran over to the collapsed being.

When they got closer, they were slightly taken aback when they saw a large creature the likes of which they have never seen before.

Even while on its knees, it was still as tall as Superman. It was covered in white fur, except on its grey, bear-like face. Its left arm seemed to be made of ice and bone, as well as the two horns on its head. It wore a tattered, blue cloth half-cape and skirt. Golden armor adorned the skirt with a teal jewel in the center, as well as a golden band on its right upper arm. It had a long white tail with small spikes at the end that also seemed to be made of ice.

What really surprised the Leaguers, however, was that it was littered with deep gashes that seemed to ooze a green substance that was most likely its blood. Its face held a deep sort of grief that betrayed its intelligence.

When examining further, they noticed a small humanoid form cradled in the yeti-like creature's arms. The child wore a ragged, white hooded cloak that hid most of their features except for some black pants and white boots. They were also covered in the same bright green that oozed out of the yeti, with little spots of red mixed in.

"I thought you said that you only heard one heartbeat," Wonder Woman asked, eyeing the injured child, a small feeling of dread creeping into her voice.

"I did, but… Diana," Superman turned to Wonder Woman, now that he was closer to the figures, he realized— "The heartbeat is coming from the kid."

As they stepped closer, the creature shifted and lifted its head. It stared at them with unfocused, yellow eyes, dulled by pain and exhaustion. It opened its mouth, and to their surprise, began to speak.

"Please… you must… save… the Great One…" and with what seemed like the last of his strength, he held out the limp form of the child.

When not pressed up against the massive shape of the yeti, the two Leaguers saw that the child was not as small as they first thought. In fact, he looked like a teenager.

As the creature held him out, his hood and part of his cloak fell away, allowing the two Leaguers to get a better view of the boy. He wore a black, full-body suit with white gloves, boots, and a belt. His suit was torn in several places, showing bruises and gashes that bled a mixture of green and red. The teen also had white hair; not silver as though aged, but pure white like freshly fallen snow; which made the red and green stains of his apparent blood all the more striking. He had a large bruise on his cheek and multiple, smaller cuts scattered across the rest of his face.

As Wonder Woman took the boy from the large creature, Superman moved to catch the yeti before he collapsed completely. Superman put one of the creature's large arms around his shoulder, and tried to steady them so that most of his weight was placed on Superman.

"Diana, I think this guy's still alive, but I don't hear a heartbeat coming from him."

"I sense powerful magic from both the creature, and this boy that he called 'the Great One.' It feels like death… but I do not think that it is malicious, in fact, it feels like there is an aura of peace coming from the boy." Wonder Woman stared in disbelief at the boy now in her arms. She looked back up at Superman.

"They also both have rapidly fading temporal energy coming off of them," she smiled lightly. "I believe we have just found the source of the alert."

Superman pulled out his communicator to contact the Justice League.

"Superman and Wonder Woman to the Justice League, we've found the cause of the temporal energy," Superman informed the League.

"What is it?" Batman's voice asked through the communicator.

"Two beings. A large yeti-like creature, and a boy, probably around fifteen or so. Wonder Woman can sense powerful magic coming from both of them," Superman told him. "They are also both heavily injured and need medical attention. I'm going to take them to the Fortress."

"Are you sure that's a wise idea? You don't know anything about them." Batman was understandably suspicious of these newcomers. "I'm sending Zatara down there to assist you."

"Wonder Woman said that their auras didn't feel malicious, and my gut is telling me that they can be trusted. We'll be in the Fortress, I'll contact you again when they wake up." Superman shut off his communicator, and started walking with Wonder Woman towards his icy palace, carrying the two mysterious beings with them.

Once the heroes got the two to the Fortress' infirmary, they were able to lay them down and properly assess the damage.

They were surprised to find that most of the minor cuts and bruises on both beings were completely healed, and some of the larger wounds looked smaller. Superman and Wonder Woman shared a small look of relief, knowing that if the two had advanced healing abilities, it would increase their chances of survival by a large amount.

Superman's eyes dilated then contracted as he activated his X-Ray vision to see if either of them had any broken bones or internal bleeding as Wonder Woman got the supplies to start stitching up their larger wounds.

His eyes widened in surprise as he examined the yeti. He quickly turned to the boy to see if he was the same, and let out a small sigh of relief. Wonder Woman gave him a look of confusion when she came back to see Superman in a slight state of panic.

"What is wrong?" She asked, her own panic now growing.

"Well- it's just- he-" Superman struggled for the right words, gesturing towards the large creature. "He doesn't have anything. No bones, no organs, nothing! It's almost like he's just a mass of- of something, given form!"

"And what of the boy?" Wonder Woman turned to the smaller of the two with worry creasing her brow. If these newcomers' biology was nothing like their own, especially to the point of having no internal organs or bones, the heroes might not be able to help them at all.

"No, his anatomy is incredibly similar to a human's," Superman said with a hint of relief. "He does have a few broken bones though; his left arm and leg, as well as a few ribs. Other than that and those large gashes, as far as I can tell, he should be fine once he heals up a bit more."

Superman turned to look at the yeti once more.

"The big guy, though? I have no idea. If you didn't say that you can sense his magical aura, I don't think I'd be able to tell if the guy was still alive or not," Superman said, a little frustrated at his lack of usefulness in the current situation.

"In any case, we need to do what we can to aid them," Wonder Woman started to distribute the medical supplies so they could start helping the two hopefully-not-dying newcomers.

It took the both of them about two and a half hours to stitch the two beings back together enough so they wouldn't bleed out before their enhanced healing could seal their wounds. They were almost done cleaning and putting away the equipment when a tone sounded across the fortress, signaling to Superman that he had a visitor at the front entrance.

"That's probably Zatara," Superman said as he made his way to the door.

He opened the billion ton door to be greeted by the smiling face of Giovanni Zatara, slightly pink from the cold, and wrapped up in a large coat.

"Let's hope your fortress has heating, yes? While powerful, even my magic cannot keep this cold away completely." Zatara strode into the icy palace, leaving Superman to lead him to the infirmary.

"Greetings, Zatara. I hope you are well," Wonder Woman welcomed the magician.

"I am. Now, I hear from Batman that you found two new magicians? I cannot help but wonder—" Zatara stopped short when he entered the infirmary and saw the two beings laying on the medical beds. He turned to Wonder Woman with wide eyes. "Is this—"

"Death magic, yes," Wonder Woman confirmed. "What do you make of it?"

Zatara moved closer to the two beings, finger tapping his chin, brows furrowed in concentration.

"It does not seem to be a curse," he muttered. He silently examined the larger, touching the golden armor, picking at the icy arm, and rubbing the course fur in between his fingers. He hummed in contemplation, and moved to the smaller. He examined the boy's white hair in the same manner, and lifted his uninjured arm to feel the fabric of his suit. When he was satisfied, he turned back to Wonder Woman and Superman.

"This is the highest concentration of Death magic that I've ever felt. But it is not Necrotic, it almost seems… natural," Zatara informed the two waiting heroes. He took a reaffirming breath.

"I believe these two are spirits."

"What?" Both Wonder Woman and Superman looked at him confused.

"Spirits? As in ghosts? As in dead people? But that kid still has a heartbeat! I mean, it's very slow, but it's still there," Superman explained. "I never heard a heartbeat from the big guy, but the kid's still alive."

"Maybe the child is not a full spirit, but perhaps, the vessel of one," Zatara thought out loud. "The large one has a much higher concentration of Death than the boy."

"We won't know for sure until they wake up," stated Wonder Woman, unsure of how she felt that the young teen might be a spirit.

"I might be able to help with that," Zatara smirked.

"I don't think that's a—"

"Nekawa stirips!"

The yeti's eyes opened quickly, as he jolted awake into an upright position. His eyes focused on the three heroes and narrowed in suspicion.

"Who are—" he started, before hearing a soft groan from the bed next to his. He practically leapt off his bed and kneeled before the other's.

"Great One! Great One, can you hear me?" He asked, worry plain in his voice. The heroes looked at each other, before moving slightly closer.

The boy's eyes slowly opened to reveal a green that almost seemed to be glowing. Dull and unfocused, he looked towards the yeti.

"Frostbite?" The boy's voice was rough, as if worn. "Did we win?"

The yeti, now known to the heroes as Frostbite, looked down sadly at the boy and took his hand.

"No, Great One… we did not. Despite our warnings, or perhaps even in spite of them, the humans continued with their plan. They—" Frostbite lightly squeezed the boy's hand and shut his eyes in anguish. "They destroyed everything. Our homes, our people, everything… it is all gone."

The boy looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, a few tears dropping down his face as he spoke.

"I… I didn't think they would hate us that much to destroy themselves in the process." He turned back to Frostbite, guilt written on his face. "I couldn't save them, Frostbite. I was supposed to be their protector; they all called me their savior, but—" his voice wavered as more tears fell. "But I couldn't even convince one group of humans not to commit mass genocide. The humans, the ghosts, they're all just… gone… No life, no afterlife... that just leaves Oblivion. I wouldn't wish that on anyone… not even them."

The three heroes stared silently with a varying mix of sadness, surprise, and confusion on their faces.

The boy's eyes dulled even more as he struggled to keep them open.

"So… this is it, huh?" He looked around the room, unfocused and tired eyes not truly seeing or comprehending. "Oblivion… is brighter… than I… thought… it would… be…" The boy closed his eyes and his breathing became steadier as he fell back to sleep.

"I am truly sorry, Great One. This burden should never have been yours to bear." Frostbite closed his eyes and stayed there for a few moments, not moving. Although still confused, the heroes let the large creature have a few moments of silence to himself. After a minute, though, Superman became restless and felt the need to speak up.

"What happened to you? Is… is he going to be alright?" He asked the yeti.

Frostbite stood up, and turned towards the group with a sad smile on his face.

"You are a kind one for worrying about our safety, and I thank you for tending to the Great One's and my wounds. With a few days' rest, he should be fine. Allow me to introduce myself," He stood up straighter and cleared his throat. "I am Frostbite, Leader of the Far Frozen," he gestured to the sleeping teen, "and this is the Great One, the mighty Lord Phantom, Heir to the Throne of Eternity, and Savior of the Infinite Realms."

The heroes blinked.

"What?"

AN: So like I said above, I won't be continuing it for a while because I have a couple other stories I want to write first, so this is just like a preview of what's to come. (After I finish with the other stories, I may want to re-write this chapter, but we'll get to that when we get there.)