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Alright, first fanfiction here. Whew, I'm a bit nervous actually. So, here's the deal: this story ignores Phantom Planet (fucking duh) and a lot of characters are going to be OOC, I think. I'll try my best to keep it close to character but I'm making no promises. That it, then? I think so. I'll try to respond to reviews if I get 'em, so go on and review. Tell me what you think! Okay, then. Onward we shall go!

Summary: The Ghost Zone has been in shreds since the reign of Pariah Dark. After the Ghost King was defeated a second time by the Halfa known as Danny Phantom, it was decided by Concilium Sanctum (The Ancient Ethereal Council) that it was high time the Ghost Zone be made whole again under the guidance of a new monarch. Danny Fenton finds himself thrust into a world of ghostly politics, divided opinions, and lessons on regality. The teenager doesn't need to think about his new situation before deeming that he was screwed. Royally screwed.

Royally Screwed
Preface

Clockwork waited, listening, while his fellow ancients bickered like children. Many of these ghosts has been there, with him, at the beginning of time itself and yet they were divided-always divided. The Timekeeper had to admit, however, that division was to be expected when the fate of the Ghost World rested on this decision. His red eyes traveled to meet the gaze of Amaryllis, an ancient Roman ghost seated beside Pandora. The woman gave him a reassuring smile, her right eye swirling with a comforting teal. Clockwork found a smile stretching across his ever-changing features. She was the ghost whose timeline was hidden from him, the one spirit whom he couldn't fathom… And the one woman that he was hopelessly in love with. Amaryllis gave him a gentle nod, her violet curls bouncing, before turning her focus to the current speaker: an ancient by the name Contum. Reluctantly, Clockwork shifted his attentions as well. Contum was very riled up, if his booming tone was anything to go by.
"It's unacceptable! Daniel Fenton not only is a child, but a mere half-ghost! Never could he ascend the throne with a beating heart! The very notion is preposterous! I'm surprised at all of you for even letting this madness be on the ever-growing list of adversities that we already face!"

"Adversities that can only be fixed by the crowning of a new monarch to have sovereignty over the Ghost Zone." Spoke the calm Quillus, whose hands were elegantly laced on the large table at which the ancients were seated. "While a child and only half-ghost, Daniel Phantom has managed to maintain a level of peace at the rift site. The boy, while he may be fourteen, has done what previously took five of us to do and has locked away the Mad King. Make no mistake, Contum, Phantom has quickly risen and become a force to be reckoned with and yet he is unsullied by the promise of power. The boy will become king." Shouting and arguing followed the rebuttal and Clockwork, at long last, stood.
"Enough." Everything was silent and Clockwork waved his hand, a hazy portal falling in place above the center of the table. The portal showed the Ghost Zone made whole once again, the ghosts freely wandering in peace. The image faded, replaced by a regal-looking young man in ivory robes. White hair waved in front of piercing, slightly glowing azure eyes. His face content as he observed the gentle interactions of his subjects. There was a different feel overall to this ruler; he was beloved, gentle, and fair. The balance within the Ghost Zone-having been nonexistent for so long-had been set right by the powerful specter. The images continued to shift, showing nothing but auspicious futures. Clockwork spoke.
"The boy is not just the bridge between our worlds. He is the only hope we have at restoring balance to our lost home. He will remain untouched by the crown until he is acknowledged to be an adult by human standards. On the fourth anniversary of his partial death, he will ascend the throne by joining our world in entirety." Amaryllis was the one to make a noise, her breath having caught itself in her throat.
"Clockwork, you don't mean to imply that-"

"In order to become King, yes… Daniel must pass through the immortal ingress; that is, he must die. It is written, and all know this, that only a full ghost will be able to rule our world in its splendor. Without passing death's threshold, Daniel will never be able to truly amalgamate to the Ghost Zone. Such is the sacrifice he faces for the betterment of all." Clockwork had a far-off look to his face as the portal dissipated into thin air as quickly as it had been conjured. The quiescence was broken by a soft voice, Amaryllis.
"And if he refuses? What then?" Clockwork turned away from the table and moved his arm to open the door.

"... Then our world is irreclaimable. And there is naught we can do to save ourselves from utter annihilation."

Clockwork's solemn voice echoed in the ears of the ancients long after her had disappeared.

(A/N: I was going to end it here, but I'll throw you guys a bone and continue.)

It had been quiet all day and Danny had grown to be suspicious of the quiet. Although he was encouraged to relax and to loosen up by his best friends, the half-ghost couldn't stop himself from looking over his shoulder every so often. When he was slapped upside the head by Sam, Danny finally decided that his paranoia was perhaps a bit unjustified. Though it was difficult, the halfa found himself contentedly goofing off with the rest of his class in 7th period English with Lancer.
While the teacher tried to regain control of the classroom, Danny felt his easygoing mood leave him with an exhale of freezing energy. Before anything could be done about this, however, a soft green glow opened at the front of the room. Lancer jumped back, pressing himself towards the back of the room while his students watched in awe as a young woman stepped from the portal. Porcelain skin and purple hair immediately jumped out before her powerful aura gave away her ghostly nature. The spirit wore a salmon-colored toga, pinned at her left shoulder by a golden clasp in the shape of a hexagon-a shimmering ruby in the center. Her left arm was adorned by a similarly golden band decorated with small blood-diamonds. She was barefoot but for an anklet around her right foot that matched the band around her arm.

She gave a warm smile to the students who sat frozen in their desks.

The silence was broken by several terrified shrieks,
"GHOST!"
"Someone call Phantom!"
"Who let the ghost in?!"

All of the students rushed the door at once and Danny looked for a place to go ghost within all this commotion.
The Roman bowed her head. Every student froze in place before they fell to the ground, each in a dead sleep. The shades fluttered shut and the lights went out, a gentle green hue being the only lighting. The ghost smiled and set her mismatched eyes on the ghost boy who swiftly changed forms and was now glaring at the young woman. Before he could say or do anything, he found himself unable to move anything below his eyes. He started to internally panic; he was definitely dead.
"I suppose I'm not making a very good first impression but I'm a bit adverse to hysteria. I'm not here to harm you or those you protect, assuredly." Danny narrowed his eyes distrustfully at that, glancing at the students on the ground sleeping. His gaze lingered on Sam and Tucker, who had been in the process of getting ghost-hunting gear out from their backpacks. Amaryllis rose to her full height and held out her arm to the boy, her face having turned serious.
"Child of Moon and Sun, I am the vision of Amaryllis. Face me." He suddenly could move again, as though an invisible weight had been utterly removed from his being. Her command was open and Danny had every choice to disobey but, for whatever reason, he stood strode confidently to her, green eyes burning slightly with vigor. Amaryllis' countenance changed and was inviting once again.

"I knew Clockwork made the right choice with you, Daniel." The halfa blinked and, for a moment, forgot that he was supposed to be cautious.
"H-How do you know m-?"

"Everyone in our world knows of you and of your deeds, little Phantom." Danny found his face heating up and Amaryllis bowed her head in respect before her face grew solemn and almost pitying.
"Child, I am not here to cause you grief. I have come to this place to collect you. I feel it is imperative that you aren't kept in the dark, as many would prefer you be." The ghost extended her hand to the boy and quickly glanced back to her portal. She gave him a reassuring smile.
"I will do my very best to inform you, but it must be from my home in our world." Danny looked at his classmates around him and Amaryllis nodded to him. "They'll awaken as soon as we leave through the portal, boy. You needn't worry for them. I promise you that they are safe." Danny was unsure and he bit his lip in hesitation; though he'd been given no reason to, he trusted this ghost and felt as though what she needed to tell him was important. Amaryllis sensed his faltering and held her hand out further.
"I also promise you that you are safe. I have no intention to hurt you or any other human, little one. I give you my word." Her hand glowed a soft white as her promise hung in the air. The halfa steeled himself and took her hand in his, shaking it firmly before allowing himself to be guided into the light of the ghost portal.

That's it for now, I suppose. Drop a review and let me know what you think (or else I'll have to assume that I did a dreadful job) okay?
~IM