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Danny stared at the map. After much examination, he groaned in annoyance when he realized that he pretty much nearly had to go back the way he came. He glanced up at the sky, noticing that it was slowly growing dark. It'd have to wait until morning, it would be dark before he reached Riverwood. He had no clue where he was going, and he did not want to discover the dangers that lurked in the night here. He turned back towards the inner town. He remembered seeing an inn, and sure enough, it was right in front of him. Then, he paused. "I don't have any gold," he remembered, murmuring aloud to himself. His stomach also rumbled a little. Glanci

Did not expect those responses. This is still a oneshot. The story was meant to be open for interpretation because I legit support DannyxStar, DannyxSam, DannyxValerie (my favorite) and DannyxPaulina. I DID have more because when I first wrote this, I did have a certain pairing in mind. I cut it out when I decided that it'd be more fun to leave it open for interpretation. But since a lot of people are just dying of curiosity, I will throw on the original ending. ------------------ "It's none of you," he revealed. They all stared at him. "Who is it then?" Paulina demanded to know, tears beginning to pour down her cheeks. "It's Kayla...K

"I'm so thankful that you could be with us here today, Mr. Phantom!" Lance Thunder chirped happily, giving the ghost boy a huge grin. "I really am. I cannot tell you  enough  how grateful I am that you're allowing me to have the exclusive first interview." Danny Phantom smiled back weakly at him. He didn't want to do this. He couldn't stand the press. They always twisted his words around and made him look like an evil being. But when Lance Thunder came up to him, begging for an interview, he couldn't resist the desperate plea in Mr. Thunder's exhausted eyes. The poor man was so overworked. He was just a weatherman, but always thrown onto on

 Phantom obviously stalks or follows me,  she wrote. She shifted uncomfortably, leaning against the mop bucket in the janitor's closet, but continued to scribble in her journal/data book of Danny Phantom notes.  I suspected as much, but it's confirmed. He knows my favorite flower and that Winter Formal's coming up. He also knows that when I'm in school, especially in a crowd at school, that it's impossible for me to change. I have to find a spot and then change, and the bathrooms are always full of girls during lunch. How else would he have known that this was the perfect way and place to humiliate me. She frowned slightly, tapping her penci

Danny walked along the worn stone path. He often looked around him, in awe of the beauty of this place. At least Vlad's schemes landed him in a place with a wicked view for once instead of the creepy, cold darkness of the Ghost Zone. The path had a river on his right and endless trees to the left before it finally let a vast landscape painted with mountains in the distance, roaming green that went on forever with the river cutting through it and an old city sitting in the middle, basking in the enchanting Skyrim land. A few farmhouses were sitting on either side of the path as he walked down. A few people gave a second glance at him, probab

I slowly woke up to face a fire roaring strongly. My hand reached up and brushed my other arm's shoulder, and I noted that it was bare. I shifted to sit up but my side immediately had a sharp pain, instantly helping me feel a tad woozy. "The Listener is not fully healed, she should rest more before attempting to move!" a familiar voice scolded. I didn't answer, just closed my eyes and sighed heavily. "Is the Listener thirsty?" I tried to croak no, but my throat was too dry and my voice cracked some. I felt a velvet glove pat my cheek and force me to lazily open my eyes. The jester was handing me a tankard. I took it and sloppily chugged it d

Danny began a mad dash for the outside world, only to have Hadvar grab him by the back of his neck and pull him to the ground with him. He looked up to see the dragon flying away, giving a loud shriek as it flew for the mountains. "Looks like it's gone...for now," Hadvar reported. "Where should we go now?" Danny asked. Hadvar thought for a moment. "I have an uncle in Riverwood, it's not that far from here," Hadvar said thoughtfully as he stood. Danny followed suit and they walked down the hills to a worn path that was placed next to a rushing river. Danny looked around as they walked down. This place, Skyrim, was absolutely beautiful. He c

"Do you believe that could really be a dragon? The end of all time?" the list-man wondered aloud as he rested his back on the closed door with closed eyes. After a moment, he stood up straight. "Here, let me cut those binds off. Then you can search in some of these chests, it should have some armor and clothing you can wear. You look pretty scrawny and young, but I don't think they'll be too loose or big on you. I'm Hadvar, by the way." Hadvar cut the ropes on Danny's wrists, freeing him. Danny rubbed his wrists, where the rope had cut into his skin some. He finally noticed how he was in old rags, and not his DP suit. He opened a chest, and

Danny held his head as he slowly gained consciousness. He looked around himself, blinking slowly as things slowly came into view. He was in an old-fashioned cart, being driven by a horse. He was in a cart with three other, two of which were arguing. Loudly. "It's all your fault I'm here!" one of the ghosts were yelling at Plasmius, who had his mouth covered with a clothe and was bound with rope, just like him. "Your army is the reason I was caught." Plasmius yelled a reply, which was muffled. "You," the ghost that had been yelling at Plasmius was now looking at Danny. "You and I; we don't belong here. It's these Whitecloaks they want. You