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The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions	By : sirensoundwave Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 2996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Seriously? Fine. The Danny Phantom series is the intellectual property of Butch Hartman. As a result, I get no money for this T_T. The plot is mine though, dammit. He can't have that too.The original character Sylphine belongs to me.

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Hey guys. This is it, the last chapter with any actual plot progression. The last few mysteries are explained. The song for this chapter is so fitting that I couldn't just put one or two verses, I put the whole thing at the beginning. Breaking Benjamin's Until the End takes us home. Let's go!

Chapter 16
Until the End
So clever, whatever
I'm done with these endeavors
Alone I walk the winding way
(Here I stay)
It's over, no longer
I feel it growing stronger
I live to die another day
Until I fade away
Why give up?
Why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
We've become desolate
It's not enough, it never is
But I will go on until the end
Surround me
It's easy to fall apart completely
I feel you creeping up again
(In my head)
It's over, no longer
I feel it growing colder
I knew this day would come to end
So let this life begin
Why give up?
Why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
We've become desolate
It's not enough, it never is
But I will go on until the end
I've lost my way
I've lost my way
But I will go on until the end
Living is hard enough
Without you
FUCKING UP!
Why give up?
Why give in?
It's not enough, it never is
So I will go on until the end
I've lost my way
I've lost my way
But I will go on until the end
The final fight I win
The final fight I win
The final fight I win
But I will go on until the end.
"Wait, so the woman who inspired me to be who I am was the same little witch that trapped us all in Danny's head. “ Sam folded her arms and glared at the scene unfolding in the Infinity Mirror.
" Yes, Sylphine has been shaping the events in all 4 of you lives to meet her own ends. She has been a part of each of your lives at some point; be it as a babysitter, a teacher, a writer and activist, that friend or family member that you lost contact with, or merely a nameless a face in the crowd." Ebedi sighed then let a smirk play across his lips. "As unique as her name is she never changed it. Nor her appearance save her age. And none of you noticed."
Images of all the persona’s she had assumed over the years appeared one by one. The ditsy art major; the super cool sitter; the author that got Sam into saving the planet, ultra recyclo-vegitarianism, and the goth scene; the cousin that showed Tucker how to hack through his first fire wall; the Axiom executive that transfered Mr. Grey to Amity Park and blocked Vlad’s hostile takeover. They were all her.
They had spent the better part of forever watching the dance between the Chaos Mage Sylphine and the Observants through the ages. She knew that the two Mages of this reality could only be freed if they were close enough to each other to form some sort of relationship in one lifetime. There had only been a few points in history where they had even been born on the same continent much less than 100 mile radius. Because of human nature, they also tended to pass away before meeting one another or be so far apart in age or social status that they would have no reason to interact if they should meet.
Sylphine's ability to disrupt the predictability of the time-stream was a double edged sword. It was her presence, not anything she was actively doing, that caused the phenomenon. It meant the Observants had a hard time monitoring her activities but she also had problems with seeing vital parts of the future herself. It meant that she was often unaware of where the next incarnations were until after they were born. Luckily her opponents were in the same boat.
Aiding this dilemma was the simple fact that souls have no fixed appearance or gender; they are just essence. You don't necessarily look like your past or future self. That meant if Nikkou was a Melanesian (You know, the native people of Vanuatu, it was a setting for a whole season of Survivor people...New Guinea?...All those dots of land directly northeast of Australia?... Captain Cook charted ‘em?...Really?... Fuck it, find a map.) chieftain in one life, Oidhche could have been watching the spread of the Islamic Empire into Persia through the eyes of a slave girl around the same time. It began to seriously piss Syl off after about the Bronze age.
She saw her only chance would be to forcefully will her magic to see the future.
Good idea, bad idea type deal.
Good idea because she now knew that both would be about the same age attending the same college in the 80’s. Both would also strongly resemble their former selves as Mages. Bad idea because it severely weakened her already straining powers for a while. She would not be able to stop the meddling if the Observants this one time...
*Wisconsin U Vlad, Maddie and Jack’s freshman year. A young man stood outside the Badger Cafe cleaning tables after the mid-day rush. He’s the spitting image of a more mature version of Danny Fenton.*
“Yo, Dexter! I’m on break!” His manager called out to him as he walked to his car. “Be back in 30.”
“Okay Reggie.” Dexter looked up to see a young girl staring at a map with growing frustration a few feet away. It was one of the university layout on it. “Uh, need help?”
“Like fer sure. I can’t find my dorm room. I gots like a map and a piece of paper with grody handwriting when I went to the Dorm offices.” She huffed tossing her backpack in a chair. “But like I’m totally starved. Like what’s good here?”
“Oh, well grilled cheese and tomato basil soup, tuna melt, burgers are primo but take a while...lemme get a menu.” He walked off as Sylphine pretended to stare at the map. For some reason, she had been feeling off for a while. Still, having been in pain since she arrived in this reality, she ignored it, wondering instead how she would get the two boys from two different circumstances to meet.
Dexter Calhoun was a very out going young man. His major was astrophysics but he was of the rare breed that could party hard all weekend and still be competent to attend classes the next week and maintain a 4.0 GPA. He was born and raised in Pittsburgh, PA to a lower class family. He was the only child two steel workers who expected the same of him. The two fought like cats and dogs, only staying together for financial stability. Stellar grades and a drive to get as far away from his broken home as possible earned him several scholarships. He worked part time at the cafe for pocket money.
Vladimir grew up in the lap of luxury with a loving mother and cold, distant father who were both self made millionaires in the stock market. Vlad was constantly put down by his father for his lack of business drive and ‘infatuation with that nonsense’ known as paranormal studies. Only his mother encouraged his dreams while his little sister Emma aspired to help him prove ghosts were real one day. He met Jack Fenton and Maddie Westbrook in senior year at high school. He was bookish and only went out with his closest friends but would rather spend Saturday night alone having realized he was the third wheel in the group. Sad but true.
A party guy mentality masking anger and frustration to a total lack of self confidence and an obsession with the dead. Interesting pair they would make. The wind witch materialized an iced tea in her hand to sip while she waited wincing as she did; it wouldn’t be hard to convince him she’d had it before he left. Too bad she would never get the chance.
“Here we--” The young man jogged back.
VVVVVVRRRRRRMMMMMM!
“Look out!”
“Holy shit!”
CRASH!
Sylphine found herself lying dazed in the street. It took a moment for her to recognize that she was now feet away from what had been the sidewalk cafe. It resembled a war zone now. She had been planning, not really paying attention when she was picked up and shoved into the street. By Dexter, who’s broken body was now pinned between the partially demolished front wall and a blue sedan that was still spinning it’s wheels. It was generating noxious, blinding smoke and a god awful screeching noise.
“Shit! Not now!” She dashed to the driver side door and turned to car off. The driver offered no resistance; he was having a seizure. It wasn’t that she didn’t care but well, the boy under the front of the car was her major concern. She waved her hand to move the vehicle but it only rolled back a little. “What the hell?!”
She resorted to pushing once she wedged herself between the bumper and the brick. Yet try as she might, she couldn’t budge the 2 tons of metal. Option three was to try and keep him alive long enough for help to arrive.
“Dex, hold on!” She pressed her hands to his prone form, a golden glow forming around the two of them. But as soon as it appeared, it crackled and faded away. She felt her core lurch and constrict in pain. No...she was losing her abilities! It’s why she hadn’t sensed the car. Why she couldn’t stop it. “I won’t let you die!”
Tears streamed her face as she summoned the glow again. If she couldn’t directly heal him, she hoped she could draw enough of his injuries into herself to give him a chance. There was an agonizing scream when her ribs shattered yet she didn’t let go. She wasn’t sure how long she tried, exactly when she blacked out. The last thing she remembered was telling him “I’m sorry.” That and echoed cackling.
Golden eyes opened, met with emerald green ones framed by fiery red hair.
“M’lady ye gave meh a ter’ble fright!” Chainey exclaimed.
“Dexter!” She shot up regretting it instantly when her ribs cried foul.
“‘E’s dead. I’m sorry. Bu-t...” In his hand was a a golden egg shaped ball if light. “‘E’s not really gone. Ye held on so tight, ‘is soul couldna leave.”
“Those bastards! They waited till I was too weak to protect him! So close dammit!” Her eyes burned bright, her hair took on a the qualities of a snake’s nest. “Oh it is so on! They will burn for this!”
“Calm down now. Ye need ta rest. I donna think they know he ‘asn’t moved on yet, yer spell only negat’d da time distortion tem’orarily. An’a they ain’t gonna risk da otha uhn followin’ so ‘e’s safe.” The wind demon laid his master down and covered her up again while she growled in frustration. “Jus a lil setback tis all.”
“How long was I out?”
“Meh... three days. Aye got to ye befer the EMTs showed up.”
*End*
As her body healed and her powers returned, her plans changed from forming a relationship of love and friendship to one of hate and psychosis. Such a bond was just as powerful. She would make Vlad jealous of his former friends and covet their family life. The ecto acne incident offered him some protection from those meddling eyeballs having partially awakened his true powers. The death of his closest family would turn out to be a lucky break as well...so to speak. And when he was ready, she would begin the same process with young Daniel...once he was reborn as the Fenton’s son.
When she could not watch one Mage, Chainey did. He was that random substitute teacher or that guy you saw in the background but never really paid attention to at the mall. She hated what she had to do but it was better than all of creation resetting. Especially if there was hope for them to return to what they were before their family was ripped apart by fear and paranoia.
Those nosy, vindictive Halloween decorations were directly responsible for all the misery in their lives.
“Why are you showing us this? I mean I understand now why Vlad turned into such a fruit loo--”Jazz paused when she saw Oidhche flinch. “Why he became who he is...was...whatever but, why explain any of this to us?”
“Cuz you guys get to make a choice. It’s only fair. If you hadn’t woke me up in time the universe would have fallen apart.” Nikkou spoke at last. “If you go back to Earth as you are, you will be just like everyone else, today didn’t happen for them. But...”
“If you let us disengage you from the bonds of mortality, you could become more like us. You could still do all the hero stuff but with your own powers and defenses.” Oidhche broke his silence cautiously. “You could live your lives and protect the people you love instead of always being victims. Pursue your dreams in a new way. ”
“You mean kill us?” Valerie backed away slowly.
“We’re not mortal, but we aren’t dead Val. You could be like Sylphine’s friend Chainey.” Nikkou rolled his eyes. “We’re cosmic entities, we subsist on the energy of the universe itself because we are the energy of the universe. It’s why Oidche and I were draining people before. Our bodies needed full batteries to work. Since we were no longer connected to the energy of all things, we had no choice but to take it from the nearest source.”
“Which happened to be humans. That’s pretty much why ghosts exist here the way they do. Living things age and die because souls literally burn them out slowly. With enough desire to remain after death or enough trauma souls no longer connected to a living body are forced to absorb what they can from others by way of their obsession to maintain their ghostly bodies. Strong emotions and beliefs can manifest the same way. Ghosts that reside here are able to draw thier power from the realm itself. It’s not like that in other universes.” Oidhche finally looked up at them. “But father can’t fix it without destroying the world as it is.”
“Other universes...” The four of them looked at one another.
Should they go back and just forget everything they just learned? They could be normal...right. The four of them were ghost fighters, not exactly approved of extracurricular activities. They had all come to accept long ago that they might not make it to old age because of it but it was the right thing to do. They understood why things were the way they were now and had the chance to do something about it.
Sam pondered what she could do for the planet; restore it to it’s proper order and help preserve it for future generations.
Tucker thought of how technology would progress into the future and how he could be apart of it. Cool powers and flying cars!
Jazz considered how many people she could help, really help with all the experience time would give her. How she could guide so many through the horrors of their pyschological torment.
Valerie would be able to repay her father for all he’d done for her and how much of a brat she had been. And be a real protector, not just a puppet with ignorance and vengeance pulling her strings.
But still what about families of their own one day? Children and lovers?
“You could still have that. You would be able to live any life you’d like. But understand those you encounter or become parents to would still be tethered to the mortal coil. Unless they have already passed on. I must have your decision soon.” Ebedi said. “Time has stopped in the human world but not for you. Your bodies cannot take the strain of extended stays here. Not yet.”
….
“I’m in. I for one want to have kids and at least appear to grow old. The next big baddie attacks and that might not happen.” Valerie was surprisingly the first to decide. “Who will protect my dad if I don’t remember all this?”
“Our folks are brilliant but hapless when it comes to a real fight. Besides I still want to see my little brother. I want to remember this crazy day too.” Jazz smiled.
“Of course I’m in. I want to save the world, all of it not just the people trashing it.” Sam declared. “And stay with my friends.”
“...Always on the bottom, always last. I’m gonna do it too. I wanna live to see us colonize space!” Tucker whooped. “Er...hangin with you guys ain’t half bad either.”
“Yay!” Nikkou cheered.
“I get the chance to be nice to you guys.” Oidhche smiled, no longer feeling like an outsider.
“Very well. All is as it should be. Finally.” Ebedi brought the end of his staff down onto the floor and blinding light engulfed everything.

*I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!**I am a line break! Beware!*
And that’s then end folks. Sorta. You get to find out, what happened to Sylphine, what Ebedi did to the Observants and how everyone is 5 years in the future (not to mention what powers they all got) in the epilogue. Then you’ll get into the lead in for Parallels. See ya soon. Sirensoundwave out!
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