Chapter 2

Samantha Manson let out a groan of exhaustion as she closed the door to her room and leaned against it. She sighed. Her parents were insufferable. Another comment on her style here. Another comment on her personality there. Another comment on how they have no idea what went wrong when they raised her. She was so sick of it.

Luckily, she had an outlet for her frustration.

The club where the goths gathered for dark poetry night also doubled as a performance club for her magic. Or magic tricks.

Sam had quite the interesting form of magic. She liked to make people feel suspense. She's done several tricks where she's made the audience think the trick went wrong. She's played tricks where she's done a little more of a morbid twist on the usual tricks. Pulling a hat out of a rabbit. Killing a dove and then bringing it back to life. She's played off terrible things that only a satis could like.

But the crowds got bigger every night.

She knew that her parents would end up trying to stop her if they knew she pulled tricks like that. Or if she went out at night without them knowing anyway. Therefore, she worked under the guise of The Dark Enchantress. She wore a purple mask with black accents at every show she held.

Sam sighed as she changed out of her clothes to get in her pajamas before walking over to her large, purple bed and picking up her journal. This book was one of the most important things to her. It held all of her tricks and thoughts. If there had ever been a fire, this book would be the one thing she would grab.

Her most recent entry was about a boy she had been pining after and wanting to learn from for years. He had been around since before she started doing her shows. Before she got interested in magic. He had been her inspiration.

Danny Phantom.

He was amazing. Pulling off various tricks she could only dream of. Creating elaborate plans to preform to an audience.

His intelligence wasn't the only thing she was interested in.

He had snow white hair and stunning green eyes. He often wore either a black long sleeve shirt with a white vest and black pants or a black long sleeve shirt with a black vest and gray pants.

He was cocky and confident.

Funny and cool.

Calm and collected.

Sure, she had gotten herself into a good place when it came to her performances but Danny Phantom was at the top of the charts.

Sam flipped the page in her journal to a clean page in order to sketch out some new ideas for her shows.

However, she paused when she noticed a card sitting on her desk. A tarot card.

Standing from her bed and putting the journal to the side, Sam went over and picked it up. The picture on the card was that of a lady with a blindfold covering her eyes. She wore a white cloth over her head and in her hands, she held a rose.

"The Lady?" Sam said, out loud, as she flipped the card over to read the other side.

'123 Random Street, ST 12345. Apt 107 - DP'

Above the address was a symbol. A P inside the outline of a D.

The symbol for Danny Phantom.