My Fallen, Ghostly Angel
In a fight between Danny and his worst enemies, Danny is not only critically wounded, but sent spiraling into the mountainous woods. A young woman who has last her son finds the unconcious ghost boy-who's LOST HIS MEMORY...and wonders if she can ever help him recover.
This is dedicated to the poor souls who died in China's earthquakes and aftershocks.....for it is
nearing the first anniversary of when it happened.
Lest we forget.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. And, well, if I did, I would've struggled to make more episodes. (No offense, Mr. Hartman. ^^)
First Danny Phantom Fiction....really, really hope you guys like. :)
Please review! Arigatou! ^^
By the way, can someone tell me how to update chapters? (My computer.....can't......growls in
frustration.)
School gets out in a few weeks! Hallejuah! ^^
Quote:
"Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent of quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that sore above Enjoy such liberty." There is a terrible, terrible sound in the world.
So thought Sam as she saw Danny fall like an angel, face still paralyzed with shock and moon pale with agony.
Sam found out what the bad sound was, as her terrified mind refused to register what her heart already knew....
The sound of a breakage....
They-everyone of Danny's enemies-had chosen to ambush the young phantom that day in the woods while Sam, Tucker, and Danny were forced-
er, went along for a camping trip with the Fentons.
Jazz's mouth was in a soundless shriek as Maddie and Jack worked on taking ghosts into the thermos...
Not aware their son was freefalling into certain doom....
Even the Not so Powerful Box ghost had appeared. Danny had been overwhelmed by no less then Five Hundred and Four Ghosts.
Tucker really did scream as ghosts, one by one, were being snatched by the Fentons.
And Danny was left falling in a spray of red.
As the spiral of energy transformed him from Phantom to boy, he spiraled downwards, like a
plane whose motor has been broken beyond repair.
"Sam....."
Danny managed to choke out in the dusty pines. He choked with a slight hint of a gasp.
Danny had cut his forehead yesterday, and the now broken and beaten bandage was sliding
down his face, hanging on by but a few threads.
"Sam..."
Finally, the quivering bandage fell over Danny Phenton's eyes, closing them gently before
crookedly falling down his face.
"Sam......
.....I'm Sorry......."
And with that, the young halfa fell into shadow.
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Light overtook the darkness and glistening dewdrops that fell from grass stalks shone like small
diamonds.
There was a fresh crispness to the world, a time of when Deer and fawns ventured out at last,
when insects' wings hummed with activity as they beat once more, and, walking barefoot
through the dewy grass you could shiver which pleasure as birds chirped merrily to one another.
Yes....Springtime was a joyous time......
.....Except for the young Woman who knelt alone, in the mountains, clutching a string of clay beads to herself near a small stone shrine.
Natsumi Munemiya sighed.
The shrine was not much-just a stack of little stones that were carefully guarding the little body that breathed nor moved any more, but one that
was very well cared for, as the rocks were clean and little onigiri-those had been Ikuo's favorites-stood neatly in front of the stones like soliders
at attention. Incense papers were brought every day, as Natsumi hiked four miles there and back everyday to visit the lonely grave in the, as her
boy called it, "Enchanted Spot."
You had the greatest, mot breathtaking view of what seemed t be the whole world in its splendor-A river, no, an ocean of trees, Twinkling stars
that dusted the sky, there being so many that it was as if the skyline were flooded with pearly light, animals eveywhere, hoping, flying, truding,
crawling, swimming...
You could see how the Moon glowed over the Ocean at night, and how the Sun turned the sapphire waters to sparkle.
Here, a young woman and her little boy, Ikuo, would hike here every weekend
There were little pull toys and a top in front of the grave, as they had been some of Ikuo's favorite things that he'd kept in a box....
Among the little boy's treasures, there was a paper origami crane, crooked and crinkled, but made with great care. There were a large variety of
colorful feathers, both big and small. a small clay bear, stones and pebbles cracked open to reveal shiny exteriors, a little boat, and a root so
utterly convolted he'd never tire of looking at it.
Ikuo Munemiya had peacefully passed on last Fall when he was five years old of pnuemonia. Now, he was no longer in pain, and he moved on be
better off, but that didn't mean his mother no longer grieved him.
Natsumi wiped her eyes, because it wouldn't do to let her Ikuo see she was crying.
As a ritual, she reached into her pocket to bring forth her seashell with a dial flute before she went back home, when-
CRACK.
Natsumi let out a startled yelp and jumped, looking quickly around.
What....on EARTH...?
Oh....did a old branch break off from a tree? That must be it. Still, you couldn't say it wasn't startling. Natsumi took a few deep breaths, her heart
pounding wildly. It was normally so quiet around here...
CRASH!
BANG!
Natsumi jumped again, shading her eyes with her hands as she squinted forwards towards the sky.
Did one of the old TREES fall down? My, there were quite a few crows flying into the air from where the sound echoed like a gunshot, cawing and
squawking indignantly.
Well...as long as she was out here, she might as well go to investigate. With a sigh, the young Woman stood up, brushed the dirt off her apron,
and hurried off into the Wood.
As she kept going, she coughed a bit-there was a lot of dust in the air that must have been stirred up by the tree's falling-
And stopped dead.
There, in the midst of the broken and cracked branches, lay a boy.
A young boy, by the looks of it.....and red spray all over him.
Natsumi staggered, and fell to her knees, tears filling her eyes.
Ah......had she hoped to never see a child pale, limp, and cold....
The poor, poor boy....he must've fallen from an airplane or something of that sort....
After a moment or so, Natsumi staggered up and hesitantly approached the boy.
The last thing she could do for the poor soul was to give him a decent buri-
And, as Natsumi's hand closed over the boy's very faintly, a pulse could be felt.
Shock.
Pure shock.
Then joy.
He was alive!
HE WAS STILL ALIVE!
There was hope! But, she would have to bandage him up fairly quickly....and steep some herbs to boil so his fever could go down...
Natsumi awkwardly put one of the boy's arms around her shoulder. Wow.....he was light for his age. She hoisted him up.
And, as Natsumi carefully hurried home, a prudent wish sounded in her head.
Don't take him like Ikuo.......give him at least a fighting chance.....
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Jack buried his face in his gloved hands. Jazz gently put an arm on his shoulder.
"Dad...please. Get some rest."
He smiled gently at her and then put a hand on her arm briefly.
"Thanks, sweetums, but I have to go out and look for Danny. Not all the....oh...delicious.....fudge in the world could stop me."
Maddie limped in. There were dark shadows under her eyes, which were extremely bloodshot these past two days.
"Hon...Jazz is right," she said tiredly. "Let me take over. I've already called the F.B.I, one hundred and twenty seven branches of the police...."
Jazz's mouth dropped.
"One hundred Twenty Seven?!"
Maddie looked concerned. "Guess I should've informed more of them, huh?"
"Well, I informed Amity Park....Vlad....all of our relatives....hired eleven search parties....and I need to call the Prime Minister of Canada tomorrow."
Jazz opened her mouth, then closed it.
Jack smiled wanly, then shakingly stood up.
"Aww....thanks, guys....but I..." A yawn escaped him as he swayed.
Who knew not sleeping for forty nine and a half hours could be so tiring?
The Fentons-and Sam and Tucker-had been tearing up the land, left and right, in the search for Danny.
Sam swallowed as she clutched the class ring in her shaking fist.
He was alive.
If he.......wasn't....
She would know.....
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Things were quiet in Natsumi's cottage that night.
At least the boy was sleeping soundly.
Yikes. He'd been getting a few bumps on the head lately....
Natsumi carefully wrung out a rag in icy water with crushed lavender buds and carefully rubbed the pale child's face.
The nearest town, Amity Park, was about fifty miles away. Even if she DID manage the hike, what if the boy....
Natsumi twitched in agitation, caught between actions....
Well, at least she could tend him for as long as she was able.
Natsumi gently took up Danny's motionless figure into a sitting position and helped him drink from a violet phial. Danny gagged, and a blood red
trickle raced down from his lips, but it stayed down.
Natsumi thought about just going to bed herself, but something about the boy's condition made her want to stand by. She sank into in an old
willow rocking chair and tiredly reached for her "flute."
A bittersweet tune streched into the late evening sky.
Should I write more...? I know it probably wasn't very good...but I'd appreciate it if you would review.