If there was one thing all bandits had in common, besides their half broken and worn out armor, is the fact that there is always a bounty on their heads. Their activities were a serious bother to the denizens of cities and towns. And so, the stewards were ready to pay a certain amount of money for killing them. But this time it wasn't a simple gang. Sure, there was plenty of bandits, but they were led by a master conjurer.

And the one who took the order just had to be a Dovahkiin.

Seriously, how much it takes to kill one damn man? Even if he had, by rumors, the dragon soul inside, he also had the same mortal human body. Every bandit thought the same thing before this same person cut through their stomachs or decapitated them. Wiping the blood from his face, Dovahkiin lowered his sword and shield, before taking a breath. Despite what many people thought, he could get tired. Add to that his lack of sleep for three days, and nonstop tracking of this same gang. Not many could stand against a gang of bandits, who were also supported by skeletons. Not much help, but still, numbers actually meant a lot.

Dovahkiin's eyes started to close, so he slapped himself. "Wake up, wake up," he muttered, shaking his head. "When I kill that idiot, I'll eat a sweetroll and sleep for a week."

After that he moved his sore muscles, lifting his weapons and continued his way through the dungeon. Dragonborn was a Nord male in his early thirties. As the most people of his race, he had blond hair and short beard of the same color, strained by dirt and light blue eyes. He was wearing a studded cuirass, an iron helmet, iron gauntlets, and iron boots. Sure, there were better sets of armor, but Dragonborn found this complect the best compromise between protection and agility.

He hated dungeons. And it seemed like the Divines had a good laugh up there at seeing him spend MOST of his time down there. He will recognize that smell of death and rotten bodies everywhere. And there was the same scenario all the time in every dungeon. Kill the similar looking draugrs, take everything what isn't nailed to the floor and kill the especially tough skinned, that's in case they have skin, undead in the end and take his treasures. Well, at least it was a good extra source of income.

Dragonborn made his way down the stone staircase, putting away his steel sword and taking a torch. Carefully avoiding primitive booby traps, and searching in every chest he found on his way, Dovahkiin came inside one huge room. Because it was well lightened, he was about to put the torch away, when familiar clatter of bones and draugr snarls sounded on distance. Dragonborn turned around and saw three walking corpses with lifeless glowing blue eyes, armed with black one and two-handed swords.

With a neutral expression he threw the torch in the pond of oil in front of him. Immediately it set on fire, catching the undead in infernal trap. They never were famous for intelligence. Suddenly, he heard a whistle, before raising his shield to protect himself from arrows. After the first wave of shots from higher platform, Dovahkiin removed his shield.

"Zun...Hal Viik!" He let out the famous Shout.

The skeletons' bows flew out of their hands. Dragonborn used the opportunity to quickly approach his enemies. He ran up the wooden stairs and attacked. Skeletons were weak, one swing across their spines and they were finished. The only living person picked up a few arrows and put them in quiver, before going down again. He walked down and opened metal doors.

The next room was even bigger hall. It was filled with different lying or standing coffins, which will surely be a handful in a short term future.

In the far end of the room was a stone table, surrounded by fresh bloody corpses.

'I guess those are disappeared citizens,' Dovahkiin said mentally without enthusiasm.

But that's not all details. On the floor around it were strange symbols and figures, drawn with blood. He had never saw such letters. They weren't casual conjuration signs, not that Dovahkiin knew a lot, he wasn't a mage. It wasn't dragons' language, either. All the corpses just screamed that Daedra had something to do with this, it's not like Dagon or Molag Bal, or maybe some other Prince of their type didn't have any followers among mortals. However, there wasn't a single letter on Daedric.

Dragonborn was about to approach closer, but then hit something.

"What in the..."

He didn't have time to finish the sentence, before a barrier of purple energy became visible in front of him. Oh, that was kind of walls he hated the most. Why? Because he was not a damn mage! How was he supposed to pry open the barrier?

Then he heard a low cackle coming from the right.

"Ah, finally, the Dragonborn arrives."

A person stepped from behind the column, which stood on the other side of the barrier. He was dressed in black mage robes, with a small rope belt. If there was something definitely wrong with necromancers is that they completely lacked any sense of style or originality. The person took off the hood, revealing his face. He was a danmer, or dark elf as people most commonly call them. And as every single danmer, he had crimson eyes and pupils, which differed in shade of red a little bit. Also he had a dark gray, if a bit blueish skin, hence the name. There was a scar across his left cheek, and he himself was bald.

"Do I know you?"

The elf narrowed his eyes. "Oh, so you don't remember me? Foolish, moronic bafoon! How dare you say such things about me?! After what you have done?"

"Uhm, I am sorry?"

"This excuse is not sincere!"

"I know. Can you open this thing? I really need to head home now."

"Open the barrier? And let you, idiot, to come here, interrupt my ritual and kill me? Not going to happen!"

"And what have I done, pray tell."

"I was in a middle of completing a very complex spell, when you shot at me from bow and left this scar!"

Dovahkiin raised an eyebrow, trying to remember when he had done something like that. Then he recalled when he met that nutcase before.

"Wait, are you that necromancer who did the rituals under the window of my mansion?"

"Oh, so he remembers, after all. That is much better. Because you must remember who brought the doom upon your head! And the name of Idris Nash will be remembered for eternity as name of the one who killed the Dragonborn! If what they are telling is truth, and you really are Dovahkiin. If not, then I'll just enjoy my revenge, which is wonderful by itself. Tell me, how many septims were offered for my head?"

"One hundred."

"ONE HUNDRED?! Who do they think they are?! Nevermind, my newest servant shall deal with all of you, pathetic worms!"

"So that's what all of this is for? It was you who woke me up on sunrise with your chanting. And now you killed all that people?"

"A little price for what I'm going to get. My servant will conquer the entire Tamriel for me! And for the note, the ritual is done already. You are late, and all I need to do is wait until the moons will be in their zenith, and that should be quite soon."

"Who is that servant you keep talking about?"

"You see, I seek to gain a huge power. This book," he took out a black stack of papers wrapped in a leather. "It is one on the entire Mundus, no less. My ancestors found it long ago. It took many years to translate it, and even yet I don't know the meaning of some words. It contains something unimaginable. This...being...is described to rival Aedra. I would have thought it was some Daedra Prince, but this name...Pariah Dark...Daedra Princes change their appearances but not names."

Dragonborn raised an eyebrow at his opponent's surprisingly reasonable thinking. Maybe he thought about that before becoming insane.

"Yes, Pariah is told to rival all the Princes in power, only united they were able to only lock him and throw away the key. And now imagine, I'll bring this godly being back. And it is so simple to do that, only a few sacrifices. And since my entire life was devoted to conjuration magic, I know how to handle the summoned beings."

"And what were those beings? Atronachs? Dremora? Do you realize WHAT you want to bring in this world?

"Oh, I do know. My greatest tool."

Dovahkiin hit the barrier with a hilt of his sword in exasperation. How stupid that idiot could be?

"Try as much as you can. I put a lot of effort in this barrier. Speaking of, it is time to finish what I started."

The symbols were now glowing brighter than when he came in the room. Danmer turned away and continued to chant, while the Dragonborn started looking around for any way to break through the barrier. But that seemed unlikely. And here he hoped to get a sleep.

-Meanwhile-

Sometimes in a small town of Amity Park when you look up you can see a figure soaring through the skies. It happens all the time, sometimes you can see it in the morning, sometimes during the noon or night. But one thing for certain, every citizen knew who that figure was.

It was Danny Phantom, protector and the main menace of the same city. For most he was simply a teenage looking ghost, while in reality he was a normal teen. Or as far as normality goes. Unknown to many, he was no other than Danny Fenton, a simple 'helpless' boy, who was constantly shoved in a locker. He didn't actually mind, as long as his being a half-ghost remained in secret.

Living under the same roof with eccentric ghost hunters could prove...difficult. Dying halfway inside one of their ingenious inventions is one of the reasons people set security systems in their labs. Fentons had none. Partly because of his kind nature, partly because of his best friend Sam's insistence, he attempted to repair the portal which didn't work, but it brought unexpected results. He became a half ghost, and decided to use his steadily growing power to protect the innocents.

Sadly, the beginning of his hero path was rather rocky, which caused many to fear and hate him. Including his parents.

Yet, it didn't weaken his will to do the right thing. Thankfully his friends and later his sister helped him to go through this. He kept fighting and becoming stronger for two years already.

And speaking of fighting.

Danny's hearing caught a familiar stirring sound of the engine. With supernatural reaction and agility he spun in the air, avoiding a green blast.

"Can we reschedule this, Val? I'm kinda busy right now," he deadpanned, turning to his attacker.

A female figure approached on flying board. She was dressed in black and red armor, with a very big gun in her hands.

"Not a chance, ghost," she spat.

Her bazooka charged again, and Valerie shot at the half ghost again. Phantom made a green shield, and the blast was absorbed by it. He became invisible after that. The ghost huntress activated scanners in her helmet, looking for ectoenergy. To her surprise she found none.

'How is this...'

She felt someone tapping on her shoulder. Valerie turned around and faced the white haired teen, who was grinning widely, hanging upside down. His eyes glowed brighter and became completely green. Without having time to react, Valerie was blasted away by beams from the eyes. Phantom's shot was actually rather weak. He didn't want to harm the dark skinned girl, despite what she thought. Everything what the blast did was push her over the edge of her hoverboard, without leaving a single scratch on her helmet.

Valerie grabbed the edge of her transport. To her dismay, the ghost was standing right above her.

"Having fun down there?" He shouted over the sound of the engine, grinning widely.

"If you think that you won..."

"Don't you have a homework to do? I doubt your Dad will let you hunt like that if you fail exams. Actually, how did you sneak out equipment?"

"I'm not telling," Valerie grumbled, trying to climb back.

"Sure you don't," Danny rolled his eyes.

He then outstretched his gloved hand, with an intent to help the one who wanted to kill him. Valerie, took it as mockery, but took the hand nevertheless. The second she got aboard, Valerie swung her fist and punched the unprepared half ghost in the face. Phantom yelped, more from surprise than from pain. He quickly regained composure and blocked the next hit, responding with one of his own. The battle was surprisingly equal. Phantom could fly and without the board, while the huntress needed this small space to fight. Yet, Danny didn't want her to fall.

Valerie lowered her head, avoiding the swing and hit him with her ankle in the stomach. Danny already was standing on the edge of the board, so the hit did it and he fell off. But second later he floated nearby, crossing his hands, as his legs turned into seethrough spectral tail. Phantom clapped sarcastically.

"Bravo, Val, bravo. You pushed the ghost over the edge, now what?"

"You are coming with me," she grinned under her helmet, taking a red and white cylinder. Danny's smirk fell off. With a deadpan expression he shot a small blast from his pointing finger. It hit the thermos and it fell on the ground, many feet down.

"Oops, I'm so sorry!" Phantom let out a fake gasp, putting a hand over his mouth.

Valerie growled, taking out a smaller blaster and opening fire. Danny easily avoided slow blasts, when he felt something vibrate in his pocket.

"Oh, just wonderful," he muttered. "Okay, Val, let's get this over with."

After ducking under another shot, he took off on rapid speed. Valerie of course followed, and the half ghost didn't expect anything less, completely opposite, he wanted her to follow. She trailed him towards an alleyway, but stopped abruptly. Valerie didn't see him, Phantom obviously planned a trap. Bright thought, but not enough time to apprehend him. Suddenly a familiar strong hand emerged from nearby wall and pulled her towards fire escape. Valerie fell on metal staircase as her board didn't have time to slow down on her command and rammed into brick wall.

Valerie got up, before hearing a ringing laughter nearby.

"It was a nice trick, don't you think so?" Phantom asked innocently, appearing in midair.

The huntress growled. "You will pay for this!"

"No, Vladdie will. He buys you new toys, doesn't he? Bye, Val!"

He saluted her, before flying away and back into the sky with a shining grin on his face. The phone in his pocket kept ringing. He took it and accepted the call.

"Danny, where are you?!" A yell came out of it.

Phantom almost dropped his device out of surprise, but managed to catch it. "Sam, I'm fine. I just...got a trouble, nothing much."

"What. Was. It."

"Yeesh, Sam, relax, it's just Valerie. I can't just take the phone and talk with her present, you know?"

"You scared the hell out of us, dude," another voice sounded from another side.

"I know Tucker. You don't need to worry about my every step."

"Are you harmed?" Sam asked in concern.

Danny smiled at his friends' care. He chuckled softly. "Nope. Not a scratch. I guess I'm getting better."

He could see his closest friends rolling their eyes. "Don't let it get to your head," Sam said sarcastically.

"With you making constant reminders? Never!" Danny laughed.

"Lovebiiiirds," Tucker sang.

Sam rewarded him with a painful nudge.

Phantom landed on the building's roof, eyeing the city below. "Alright, guys, I'm gonna finish the patrol in half an hour. I'll call then."

"Alright/See you later," his friends said, before the call ended.

Tapping on the ground with his leg, Danny started to recall what places he had already visited and which he needed to check. But a few minutes later he felt something rising inside his chest. It was like ghost sense, which detected them on a miles. Yet, this was different, like a ghost wasn't sowhere outside, but inside his own body. Phantom almost freaked out, but then recalled what his mentor told him about ghosts. Something about summoning...Alright, he freaked out even more.

Then something happened. A dark purple sphere hid everything from view. It started to shrink in size, and the second it became as small as him, Danny felt a hard pressure from every side. Then, like a powerful gust of air, something pushed him in the air.

Everything became dark. Phantom looked around in confusion, but still, darkness and only darkness. However, he could see his own body just perfectly. It was like being in space, but without any stellar objects. Danny shivered, he was not going to stay here forever, right? Then, the same purple sphere appeared. Despite the unusual situation he was in, Phantom groaned.

"Not agaain."

One compression later, Danny felt the same powerful push. This time was different. Because he actually landed on something solid. Namely, cold and hard stone. His head felt dizzy, everything was spinning around, and the fog didn't let him to see anything around, but he still could make out some sounds. It was conversation, no, more like evil laughter and cliche speech.

Just what has he gotten himself into?

A.N. My brother wouldn't stop pestering me with this idea. So here it is.