Danny Phantom Porn Story: Moon Wind Chapter 10
Moon Wind
By: Garnet Sky
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
Rising Silver
“They will be prepared, Samantha. You have prior claim on the boy,” Clockwork instructed the ghost hunters. “They cannot dispute this; it is part and parcel of their laws.”
“What if Danny doesn’t want to come back?” Jack asked the Time Master.
Sam nodded. “What if he doesn’t love me in return?”
Tucker scowled silently and made no remark.
Clockwork shook his head. “Too many if’s in your words. What will happen will happen. Remember: the future is fluid like water–ever changing, not set in stone. If you are clever, dear child, the Zone will be one step forward to being what it should be.”
Tucker cleared his throat. “I hope you meet your ghost tamer, Clockwork, and she hates your guts.”
Clockwork whapped him on the head with his staff. Shifting to his child form, he pointed towards the Spectre Speeder. “Enough cheek, insolent child. So you have figured out that much. Go. Save your friend.”
Jack nodded and bundled the kids off to the waiting vehicle. “Thank you,” he told the Time Ghost sincerely.
Clockwork nodded.
When they were airborne, Sam spun around in her seat. “What did he mean ‘so you have figured out that much’?”
“Clockwork is one of the nine great princes he was talking about. His territory lies inside and outside of Time,” Tucker replied. “While he was talking to you, the child who spoke that rhyme about the tamer, she recited another rhyme revealing the names of the other great princes. I think I’ve figured them all out.”
Jack said nothing, while Sam threatened to throttle Tucker if he didn’t divulge the rest of his information.
Tucker pushed her away. “No,” he answered. “You don’t need to know that information. We need to know more about these Triadic ghosts. What else does your book say, Sam?”
Sam flipped a few chapters and found the entry on Lady Bright, mother of Dan’el Phantom Grey, the Lord of Light and Darkness.
Rose hugged Rouge and Crimson tightly as they staggered into the Mirror Chamber. “You are alright! Thank the Lady!”
Vrondi gasped and drew away from them. “Your eyes! Get away from them, Rose. Look at their eyes.”
Rose regarded her sisters thoughtfully. “Your right, Vrondi. I never thought Rouge would have dark brown eyes. I always imagined her with spring-green orbs.”
Rouge blushed slightly. “All my family had dark-colored eyes,” she admitted.
Crimson batted her baby-blues at Dodger, another member of the Blue Triad who was reading the Mirror intensely, watching the Triads take up their positions on the perimeter of the Spectrum lands. “Any good?”
“No,” he replied, flipping his tangled brown hair out of his face. He raised his eyebrows at her in surprise. “Blue eyes like the sky at twilight. My favorite color.”
Crimson blushed. “Are you asking me to bond?” she demanded hotly.
“Yo, can’t we get back to the subject at hand?” Saffron politely asked from her corner of the room.
Goldenrod knocked on her head. “Nope, no one’s home,” he announced.
Saffron threw her book at him. “Grow up,” she told him.
Midnight rolled his eyes. “Soleil, we need to identify the tamer before she comes for the Lord. Lady Bright was most specific in her instructions.”
Rouge found it comforting that none of the Blue and Yellow Triads (with the exception of Vrondi) were discomforted by the return of their eye color. This was a good sign. Rose was too good-hearted to care.
She gazed around the central chamber and noted everyone present.
Rose was wearing a blue-and-white swirled gown with petticoats instead of hoopskirts today. Saffron wore khaki skort, black foam flipflops with daisies on them, a green-and-gold swirled t-shirt, and thin wire-rimmed glasses. Her thick bushy blonde hair was pulled back with a bloodcrystal headband.
Goldenrod and Midnight both wore black sweats with their triadic colors running up the side seams and scuffed-up grey running shoes. They were identical twins in every sense of the word, right down the bloodcrystal earrings they wore.
Dodger was Lighter Spectrum and just wore jeans, no shirt, black hiking sandals, and a backwards blue baseball cap proclaiming he was a pround fan of Ghosta Cola.
Vrondi and Soleil, like Rose, wore the clothes they were most comfortable with. Vrondi was an Anglo-Saxon nobleman from the mid-14th century and had chin-length straight chestnut hair cut in a bob around a diamond face and long thick lashes. He wore a cote-hardie (gown for men and women worn during 14th and 15th centuries) of black velvet, with large sapphire and gold buttons; gold embroidery ran up and down the long, close-fitting sleeves; a belt of gold and sapphire links encircled his hips, while a bluish-grey cloak fastened on the right shoulder with gold buttons and had dagged edges; white hose and shoes of gold and black brocade completed his ensemble. How he could move in all that get-up, she couldn’t figure out.
Soleil, on the other hand, had short curly hair–top half wheat gold, bottom half dark as pitch and a long sleeved banana yellow ruffled shirt; short white pleated skirt with a wide belt; black leggings with yellow dog’s tooth stripes and soft shoes of doeskin which fasten with ties over the insteps.
“You look like an Amazon,” Rouge told her, sitting down next to her.
“I am Phrygian,” Soleil retorted.
“Was. You’re a Triadic ghost now,” Rouge answered. “Let’s start with what we know.”
“We know the tamer is female,” Midnight said. “Who are the females closest to the Lord?”
“A ghost hunter who he called mother and an older female named Jazz,” Crimson responded, jogging her memory.
“What about the girl who doesn’t belong to a Triad?” Rose suggested. “It could be her.”
“Possibly,” said Saffron, “but the Lord didn’t die upon contact with her, from what the Mirror showed us.”
“Could have been his human half,” Dodger replied. “When he went through the ring of malachite, he lost that protection.”
Soleil waved her hands for attention. “Here they come!” she shouted.
“It’s the girl, the one he was so possessive about,” Rouge announced, jumping to her feet. “She’s come with two other humans. A Triad.”
“They are NOT a Triad, Rouge,” Crimson said, forcing her to sit down. “How many do I have to tell you that?”
“I don’t know,” Rouge quipped. “I lost count.”
Author’s Note:
Dodger–male, Blue Triad, Lighter Spectrum
Goldenrod–male, Yellow Triad, Darker Spectrum
Midnight–male, Blue Triad, Darker Spectrum
Saffron–female, Yellow Triad, Darker Spectrum