Ghost King Pariah.
The most powerful ghost ever known…that is until Phantom.
In ensuring the Ghost Kings death, Phantom freed Amity Park and the Ghost Zone. What he didn’t know is that the Ghost Zone must always have a king; even if he was sleeping in a sarcophagus.


“Jazz you know that we can’t do that,” Sam whispered.
“And why not,” Jazz argued.
“Because,” Tucker stepped in, “It’s not our secret and or decision to tell.”
“Look you guys I get it but Danny almost died from that fight. Then what? Our parents would have never known,” Jazz retorted.
“But -,” Sam began
“But I didn’t,” Danny said leaning heavily against his doorframe. Jazz stared at Danny, silently pleading with him before conceding.
“Fine I won’t tell them just…just do it before it’s too late,” she said walking away. Quickly Danny ushered Sam and Tucker in his room; before collapsing and retching.
“Danny,” Sam cried out before rushing to his side.
“I know…I know I shouldn’t be up I’m still really weak from fighting Pariah,” he said. Sam and Tuck helped him hobble to his bed.
“So how’d I get home…last thing I remember is passing out,” he asked.
“Tucker, explain it to him,” Sam commanded while wetting a face cloth for Danny.
“Well it seems Vlad found you outside, unconscious, and brought you home,” Tuck emphasized found.
“Hmm,” Danny said, cleaning himself up, “thanks guys don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Yeah we know,” Tucker said.
“Now you stay in bed,” Sam ordered, “and rest. That means no ghost fighting!”
“Yes mommy,” Danny replied, before climbing into to bed and nearly passing out from exhaustion.
Upon exiting Danny room Tucker spoke.
“You know you really should tell him.”
“Tell him what.” Sam asked innocently.
“You know exactly what, because next time it could be too late,” Tucker said walking away.
Yeah I know, Sam thought sullenly.

Danny lay there in his bed; he had woken up a few minutes ago but was contemplating whether to listen to his stomach and eat or the rest of his body and sleep. Turning on his side and glanced at his clock 7:30 pm, he’d slept for almost 24 hours, alright stomach you win, he thought. Painstakingly he made his way downstairs to the kitchen; on the counter was a note from his mom.
Dear Danny,
Sorry we’re not home but your father and I had to go pick up out materials for a new project and Jazz is at the library finishing her project with her research group.
Love,
                Mom
P.S. there’s soup in the fridge next to the emergency ham.
Deciding soup would hit the spot Danny heated it up and carried it up to his room. Suddenly a burning sensation ran up his spine, causing him so much pain he dropped his bowl and fell to his knees gasping. Rushing to the bathroom he tore off his shirt and almost passed out at what he saw. It looked as if someone had tattooed wings across his shoulder blades; they wrapped around his shoulders and the tips stopped above his elbows. It looked almost as if he was being embraced by the wings. Thinking the pain was over he screamed as a wave of spasms swept through his body; screaming once more he passed out.
An hour later he woke up. Breathing heavily he picked himself up from the floor, glancing at the mirror he saw his winged tattoo. Sighing he rinsed his sweaty brow but when he saw his wrists he yelped. Each was tattooed with what looked like a Celtic patterned wrist band.  What the heck happened to me, he thought, and what do these tattoos mean? He paused for a moment, wondering about who he could talk to, of course Clockwork, the master of time. Putting his shirt back on he changed into his alter ego, Phantom, and flew into the ghost portal.