Fang: Hiya all! This is the rewrite of [Ghost of October] that I promised. A bit short, I know, but this is all I can manage for now. Although, I got the feeling that I've resorted back to my flowery style from long time ago.

Talon: It's like your default mode, isn't it? I remembered that you used to use a lot of flowery sounding words that looked too poetic to actually be normal. Especially coming from someone like you.

Fang: Did you just unintentionally insult me?

Talon: Feh. *shrugs*

Fang: Whatever. Anyway, Can someone help with the design of Danny's new costume as Halloween? I can't seem to think of a proper one for him.

Talon: Well, guys and girls, enjoy! Don't forget to leave your reviews to let us know what you think of this new version!

Chapter 1

Dark.

Bright green eyes fluttered open, blinking blearily as it tried to adjust itself in the darkness.

Engulfing darkness so black nothing could be seen -Not even himself.

Bright green eyes blinked in confusion, head swerving from side to side in search of something, anything, that could give him something to fight off the enroaching emptiness in him. To fill him with something, to give him something that which he felt he had forgotten.

The bleak darkness shattered, like a massive flock of crows, as it parted to let the Moon shine upon him, illuminating him and bathing him in its gentle rays of silvery light -as though cleansing him of some unseeable taint.

Strong arms patted the ground, feeling something crunch against the fabric covering it before pushing himself up into a sitting position, green eyes still transfixed on the glowing planetary object in the night sky.

Flowers, of unknown varieties, simultaneously wilted all around him, their weak forms illuminated by random Jack o' Lanterns strewn around all over the place, releasing haunting green lights that painted a spooky nature to the otherwise enchanting scenery.

His throat felt dry. It felt as though he had never used his voice ever since he was born. His mouth moved, his lips forming words yet not a sound would come out. The moon glowed brighter.

The crows cawed as they parted further, dark obsidian eyes gleaming under the rays of moonlight as they encircled the garden like a living dark tornado.

"Danny Phantom." His head snapped up to the moon, watching it intently as it climbed higher into the sky, claiming its throne in the darknes of the night sky. "The Spirit of Halloween, King of the Tricksters. May the fates bless you for the eternity to come."

"Who are you? What am I supposed to do? Why can't I remember anything? Tell me!" The newly crowned Spirit of Halloween looked up into the sky, silently shocked yet grateful for the reappearance of his voice and his ability to produce coherent sentence. "Moon! Did you hear me?! I'm asking you-"

"See for yourself."

The numerous Jack o' Lanterns started dimming one by one, from the furthest to the closest before going out altogether. The moonlight slowly lost its former brilliance as the massive flock of crows cawed and once again took their rightful place in the sky, swallowing the stars and the night sky with their pitch black feathers.

"Search for it, strive for it."

The darkness slowly melded together, as though time had rewound itself back. Danny felt his eyes growing heavier by the second and he struggled to keep himself awake, muttering pleas of wait, hoping the darkness would stop their feast for just one measly moment.

"You will find yourself in a fork road. Whether to drown in the lost memories of the past..."

The darkness was almost complete. The moon was nigh but a white spot upon the infinite sea of shadows and Danny found himself too weak to maintain his sitting position.

"...or to move on with the treasures you will find today and in the future."

The moon disappeared, swallowed by the massive flock of crows. Danny weakly reached out, trying to grab the last remnants of its broken light.

"Your choice."

Bright green eyes closed itself tight.

-[I]-

It was a particularly boring night in a particularly boring part of America that we find a certain mischievous winter spirit floating around trying to kill some of his over-abundant free time. Jack Frost wasn't fond of being bored, no, it was pretty fair to say that boredom was his archenemy, perhaps it was the only thing that could rival Pitch in the department of archnemesis in his book.

The winter spirit sighed dejectedly, ruffing his hair as he struggled to think of something to pass his time.

Jamie, the boy that was his first believer and his favourite kid in the whole wide world, was currently busy with his school assignment that was due first thing tomorrow morning and had no time for fooling around with him.

Santa, one of his fellow guardians, was having an overtime work with his Yeti and Gnomes to make ends meet for the approaching christmas, even though the most popular holiday was still a little ways away.

Sandman was having doing his job all over the globe. Poor guy, stuck with the most job. Jack totally pitied him.

Bunny was just being a kid and was having a temper tantrum because he accidentally froze some part of his rainbow river. Tch, stupid kangaroo and his paint job.

Tooth was.. well, she was gushing over all the sparkly white tooth she collected from the kids all over the globe. It was best to leave her be when she was on having her tooth high, Jack didn't have any wish for a repeat of having his cheeks spread apart for her to inspect his teeth and then gush about it for hours before restarting the process. It was just too much, even for him.

With heavy heart, Jack resigned himself for passing the night and drowning on the metaphorical sea of boredom all by himself and was about to settle himself down on some nice tree.

At least, that was before he saw the moon appearing from behind the cloud and illuminating one part of the forest.

"Aha! Bingo." Jack grinned to himself before flying over with the wind towards the spot where the moon was shining. "A new spirit? It gotta be one! I wonder who it's gonna be? I wonder if it was someone fun? I hope it is!" Properly excited, the Winter Spirit increased his speed, eager on being the first to greet the, in his mind, newbie spirit.

With a smooth landing born from three hundred years of practice, Jack set his foot down onto the grass with all the grace of a cat and made his way to the clearing several feet away, intent on giving a greeting to the new spirit.

This moment will be recorded in history as the birth of an eternal friendship. Quite literally, too.

Review. Review. Review. Review. Re- oh, screw this! What do you think? Good, bad? Leave your comments on review and don't forget to favourite this fic!

Ciao!