"Well, either Vortex broke loose or the Old Man picked a wrong planet."

Clockwork lied. And that was a very cruel joke. When he said 'peaceful planet', Danny imagined a planet full of green flora, with beautiful waterfalls, etcetera, etcetera...NOT a black wasteland with storms ravaging in the atmosphere. The sky was covered by dark clouds, with occasional lightings flashing on a distance.

"Now where should I go..." he mumbled, covering his eyes with his hand. Just wonderful, he was dressed in light T and tight jeans while in a middle of typhoon.

Strangely enough, the storm started to calm down a bit as if on snap of the fingers, which made Vortex theory more possible. Wait, no, Vortex would have only strengthen the storm at his sight. Plus, what could he do on another planet? Danny looked around, trying to find SOMETHING in that desert. The clouds moved aside, like Moses and the Red sea, and the local sun lightened the way. That was invitation enough. Phantom went through the desert with one thought in mind, what futuristic can be here?

Then he saw a building far on a distance. Deciding to get a roof above his head, Danny flew up and became invisible, in case someone will be looking. The building was like a wide, but not very tall, tower. If he hadn't known better, Phantom would have thought that it was some buddhist temple. Danny tried to take a look from above, but again nothing. Even if there were any settlements, they could easily be on another end of the planet.

Phantom landed in front of the main door and knocked, but recieved no response. He tried again. This time the door just fell down with a thunderous sound, sending a cloud of dust in the air. In that moment Danny was thankful he didn't need to breath. He just waved it away and went inside. Everything around told him that no one visited this place for thousands years. Columns ready to collapse, holes in the floor from the ones which already did, it was a miracle that this building was still standing.

Then Danny felt something. It was some kind of gut feeling, telling him to go. He didn't like it, his gut almost got him killed on more than one occasion. But what else he could do? Only go inside the dark corridor number three. Danny ignited his hand and lightened the way with a green light. He walked further and further, before reaching a wooden door and opening it.

A small library was in there, and even if most of the books were taken, some still stayed. Phantom picked the first one with left hand and floated out of the room and through the ceiling. He comfortably situated on a roof, looking at his surroundings. Danny looked at the book and phased the dust through it. This was strange, the aliens should have advanced technologies and they still use paper or its analog.

"What kind of language is that?" He murmured, looking at the strange letters, which looked more like geometrical figures. As he turned over the pages, with each blink his eyes made, letters started to change their shape, until becoming English, which he knows so well. In Danny's opinion that was one of the most useful abilities ghosts possess. Especially now when he is a complete stranger, god knows how much light years from his home.

On the cover was a picture of a white gear inside another black bigger one, surrounded by white circle. Under it was written: 'The history of Je'daii Order'.

Putting away the thoughts about how weird the name sounded, Danny started to read. On the first page was 'A code of Je'daii.'

There is no ignorance; there is knowledge.
There is no fear; there is power.
I am the heart of the Force.
I am the revealing fire of light.
I am the mystery of darkness.
In balance with chaos and harmony,
Immortal in the Force.

Phantom guessed it was some kind of oath. As he read further, it was getting more and more exciting. Strangely enough, he hated history lessons in school, but seems like all was because of how boring the teachers were. There was so much things he learned. Apparently, this order was formed on this planet many years ago, plus the time since Tython was abandoned, information of what was absent. It wasn't inhabited, colonizers arrived from all corners of the galaxy.

The Force had dark and light side, and je'daii used them both, keeping the balance. Tython itself made them, since when the balance was lost, a horrible storm starts. Danny raised his eyebrow at that, before looking up at the stormy sky. He really had felt something ominous in the air. So there must be very much of dark side.

"So that's why it is like that," he mumbled, returning to his reading.

The following stuff was more boring, like rituals, traditions and rules, but Danny read everything nevertheless. That's actually how he learned that this planet has two moons: light Ashla and dark Bogan, each of them symbolizing its own side of the Force. Next was simply a list of high rank members since the foundation till its final days. The book wasn't that big actually, maybe because of the tiny handwritings, apparently handwritings, since the letters didn't always look the same. Phantom shocked himself with how long he was reading. The sun had already set.

He jumped and fell through the floor. He planned on learning more before starting searching for the 'teacher'. It's not like he needs to sleep anyway.

Meanwhile, about five miles away, a group of pirates was setting up a camp.

"Hey, boss, maybe we should find a more proper place to stay?" One of the goons asked. He was of weequay race, they were humanoids with thick, leathery skin that ranged in color from tan to dark brown. The goon's face was lipless, with a frill along each of his jowls.

Their leader didn't look much different, besides small features and richer clothing.

"Do you see any place for us to stay, smart mouth?" The captain asked, turning to face his subordinate. "Why do you think I spent so much credits on that space map? This planet is off charts, perfect place to setup a base. It's not like you would really search for the 'more proper place' now. It's night already and most of you are already drunk!"

And one of the pirates just needed to fall in drunk unconsciousness right in that moment. The goon looked on the distance thoughtfully, before suddenly noticing a small green light coming from a distance. He nudged the captain slightly.

"Boss, something is there," he pointed at the spot. The captain's eyes narrowed as he saw it too.

"Impossible, jedi left this planet long ago," he took out his blaster. "Oh, we will show whoever this is who this planet belongs to now. Call whoever is sober and prepare speeders."

As was easy to guess, the light was emmited by Phantom. As the night came he needed a source of light, so he scrambled everything what was made of wood in hopes that on this planet wood could be burned. It could, he shot at the pile which once was a table and it immediately burst in a green fire. Getting something to light the surroundings, he started on another book, dedicated to the Je'daii war with Rakatan Infinite Empire.

Rakata were a race of anthropomorphic amphibians, who had a very funny eyes disposition in Danny's opinion. They specialized on usage of the dark side, combined with technologies. They destoyed the race which taught and guided them, and established the empire, enslaving everyone who wasn't them. How was it called? Xenophobia, yes, that was it. They controlled over five hundred systems and became the reason of split in the order. Nevertheless, before this split, they actually managed to defeat Rakata.

And just as he was getting to the battle of Force Hound Xesh and predor Tul'kar, Danny heard a sound below him. Why below? He had a habit of walking while reading, and he somehow hadn't noticed how he got on the ceiling upside down. Well, that wasn't the first time he was like that, anyway. He was curious about his visitors, so he stayed where he was standing, shutting close the book.

Twelve people, obviously non humans, even if they had the same body structure, entered the hall, armed to teeth. One even brought a freaking bazooka, or whatever that was. They looked confused at the green fire, just what do you need to add in it to make it green, and why? The one in clothes of eye-tearing color stepped forward.

"Alright, show up, whoever you are, we mean no harm," he said calmly and loud enough to hear across the hall.

"I don't know much about your race customs..." Everyone started to search for the source of echoing and deep voice, which sent shivers down their spines. "But pointing a gun in someone's throat is not a common sign of good intentions."

"Show yourself!"

"Who are you to order me, my mother? For the note, I blew her up, without much success, though, but I'm working on it," Phantom said nonchalantly. "Just look up."

They did as was told, and the sight didn't look calming. What they saw was a young human man, or at least partially human, with strikingly white hair and glowing eyes the color of the fire. The most disturbing part is that the man stood on the ceiling like it was a floor. Phantom walked to the edge of the ceiling, before stepping on a column and coming down on the ground.

The pirates pointed their weapons at the strange creature, some of them were terrified, if shaking hands told anything. And Danny felt it with the new force thingy, and smirked toothily, showing off a sharp canine.

"What are you doing on our territory?" The captain demanded, taking out a blaster. He was scared too, but tried to sound intimidating.

"I beg your pardon?" Danny gave him a weirded look, confusing the aliens with unfamiliar phrase, even if spoken on their home language. "YOUR territory? This place seems abandoned for, I don't know, eternity," he made a line on a layer of dust to prove his point, before putting down a book on the nearest piece of debris.

"Don't get off the topic, boy."

"Didn't plan to," Danny said, clearly amused. "Name is Daniel. Daniel Phantom. As for why I'm staying in this place...you can say I'm merely a newbie around here, so I can't help but be curious about the history of this galaxy. And this," he gestured around himself. "Is a shining jewel in a pile of rubbish and junk."

The captain clapped, "Fine speech, boy, but you aren't welcomed here. Dispose of him."

As the pirates made shots, a huge cloud of dust flew in the air, thanks to an old trick Danny has learned, hiding everything from sight. When the dust settled, everything they saw was a green barrier in front of the ghost teen, who rolled his neon eyes.

"You done? If so then would you kindly to leave me alone? I was in a middle of interesting reading," he took the book back in his hands and opened.

"Find the shield generator!" The captain ordered, making Danny chuckle without looking up from his book.

"Search as long as you want, but you won't find anything," he snapped his fingers and the shield dispersed. "Go ahead and try again. All. At once."

The captain nodded to one of the soldiers, who lunged at the white haired boy with vibro-knuckle in his arm. A common weapon between lowlifers, every hit of which could break bones easily because of vibro motor in them. Phantom didn't know that, but still not intended to let this guy punch him. When the pirate attacked, Danny grabbed his arm in midflight, spun him around and held his hands behind the back, knocking away the knuckle. And all of this without looking up from the book he made float in the air.

"I believe I spoke clearly. All. At. Once," his eyes flared brighter before he knocked out his captive with a strong enough kick.

The group started to surround him, ready to start shooting. Phantom didn't show any sign of caring, nonchalantly turning over the page.

"Did you know that Rakata are extinct because of some kind of plague?" He asked.

Now the pirates were pissed. He didn't even pay attention to them, for goodness sake! Three goons approached him with vibro blades at ready.

"I expected something more futuristic. Swords are a bit out of fashion, you know?" Danny taunted.

"Speaks the one who is unarmed."

They attacked the ghost. Phantom ducked under the first strike and landed a punch in a gut. The pirate gasped as the air was kicked out of his lungs, and before he could do anything, Danny threw him under legs of another attacker and made him fall on the ground. The third one swung his blade and landed a hit at Phantom's hand, leaving a long wound. Danny yelped in pain, because that really hurt. However that wasn't the result everyone expected.

"What your bones are made of?!" The pirate exclaimed in shock, making Phantom grin.

"I don't have any," he approached the pirate and in a small hand to hand combat knocked the weapon away. "But I have doubts about you."

Suddenly he felt something hot hitting his back. It stung like ectoblast, but that's the point, he was hit by the ones like that daily. It was nothing. Danny knocked the pirate with his left leg. The pirate caught it in his hand and planned to use it to his advantage. But Phantom suddenly jumped on one leg and striked him in head, spinning in the air. It knocked the pirate out effectively. Danny stood up quickly.

"Alright, spill it, who shot at my back and ruined my only shirt?" He asked dangerously calm.

"WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE?!"

Pirates started shooting from whatever they were armed with, and the building was bathed in blue and red light. Phantom took a deep breath, hoping that je'daii technique would work. He raised his hands and it almost felt like something was moving his arms, not him, something which allowed him to block the blaster fire. Phantom moved so fast that it wasn't even required most of the time. Kicked the first one, then another, and it didn't take long to take all of them down. And finally, it was the captain's turn. He was shaking in fear, pointing his small blaster at the ghost. Danny grinned, before grabbing his neck.

"P-please, mercy!" He choked.

"Mercy? Hmm," Danny looked at all the bodies. "I think I have caused enough deaths for the last days. All your goons are unconscious, I made sure of that, besides probably that one," he nodded towards one of the pirates, who moaned in pain. "I think his liver is punctured. Unless your race has a second one, or it is just in another place of your body, I'm not sure. I'll let you all go, but on certain conditions."

"Say what you want! I'll do everything!"

"Everything, you say? How did you get on this planet? I doubt it is your homeworld."

"Yes, it isn't. We are simple pirates. I thought it will be a good place to setup the base."

"Then you have brought something here, haven't you?"

The captain rapidly nodded.

"Very well. You all get away from this place, and leave here whatever you brought. Am I clear?"

"Crystal!"

Danny let go of his neck and the captain fell on the ground, gasping for air. "Show me where your camp is."

The unlucky pirate continued to nod, stumbling outside, with Phantom following behind. He pointed towards the camp. "T-there!"

"And I take it that this is your transport," Danny looked at the speeders and grinned as his aura became brighter because of boyish excitement, something the pirate didn't know about. He was too occupied with praying for his safety. Phantom examined the transport closely. All in all it looked like brown bike without wheels. "Wow, is that some antigravity thing or something? So awesome!"

The captain blinked in surprise. Just from what forgotten corner of the galaxy this kid came from?

Phantom looked up. "What?" He deadpanned.

"N-nothing!"

"Then mount on this...ehm..."

"Speeder."

"...speeder and lead the way."

It was a short but very exciting trip. Danny always wanted a bike, well, that was not as fun as flying, but still it felt wonderful when a wind was blowing in your face. He couldn't help but make an excited yell. The speeder fit its name, it was the fastest thing he had ever seen. Then they stopped near the spaceship after a few minutes. Danny was a bit disappointed that the ride ended so fast, he will ride more later.

"I expected something bigger," Danny commented, jumping off his speeder.

"It's only the scouting ship."

"Care to elaborate?"

"We planned on bringing more supplies later. Here is enough to stay on this planet for a week."

"But you won't come back later, will you?"

"N-no."

"Good!" Danny smirked. "Have you taken everything already?"

"No, we planned to stay inside the ship. Storms are too frequent here."

"Then that's what we are going to do, you drive this ship to that temple, leave all the carriages there, pick up all your goons and get lost."

-Later-

Danny continued to read the books he found, munching some kind of energy bar. It was almost tasteless, but his hunger was subjugated. The carriages from pirates contained food enough for the crew to last for a week, which means Danny now had amount of food enough for a few months. He got a few cases with some yellow plastic/metal rectangles, which played the role of currency in the galaxy. Golden standard goes to hell, or whatever the locals believed in.

There were also weapons, with which Phantom's duplicate was middling at the same time. His observations proved his theory. This galaxy's weaponry was weaker than ectoweapons. Against him anyway. The blasters created a laser, and the focusing crystal made this laser deadly.

He already took apart most of this guns for his research. Small stunning ones, heavy rifles, apparently for long distances. He was a son of two great scientists, after all, as much as he hates to admit this.

Another duplicates were reading and studying everything they could find, which was harder than Danny hoped. Be cursed, jedi and sith, they took most of the relevant information with themselves.

One of the duplicates, however, found something intriguing. There was six more Temples around the planet. The Great Journey, a pilgrimage across Tython to each of the Temples that all Je'daii would take upon graduating from the rank of Padawan to Journeyer. In each temple padawans learned new skills of force, and Phantom got an idea. He would visit those Temples and probably find more information.

Danny prepared everything for it. He took some food and water, putting it on the speeder, and left a duplicate to watch over supplies. He should probably go on bare feet, but he didn't have so much time to walk across the planet, even if it apparently was much smaller than Earth. The map of the Temples was found in one of the books.

In one of the cargos Danny found a curious helmet. It was black with blue outlines and black visors. It fit him well, and protected his head from all the sand flying in the air because of stormy wind. On the road Phantom regretted he hadn't taken Ipod or something else. He could use some music right now.

It took a few hours to reach the first Temple on his way. It looked completely the same, besides disposition on the edge near an endless pit. He searched the building for any more books. He found that quite amusing, he was exploring barrens in search for books of all things. He felt like Indiana Jones, you know, finding ancient artifacts and relics. There was only one book which was spared by time and climate conditions. It held the information about force rituals and enchantments for cold weapons. To Danny's disappointment it couldn't make your sword burn with neverending fire or shock your opponent with electricity, the rituals only made the metal harder and almost unbreakable.

But je'daii weren't just visiting the Temples. They learned from local masters and meditated. And since the first thing was impossible, Danny decided to meditate. And he already knew how to accomplish this by their standards. He needed to bring his memories back, and think about something warm, in order to get positive emotions. But in the meantime he needed to think about something or someone to which or whom he felt hatred and anger. And Phantom had plenty of memories about both.

The visions started to flood into his mind.

He saw a school ground, a junior school, and he remembered this moment as if that was yesterday. Danny saw a six years old boy with ice blue eyes and raven hair. Phantom had almost forgotten how he looked like when he was alive, not that he didn't know about his features, but how that all looked together. Sadly, he knew what was about to happen.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Danny saw that his younger self was being cornered by two bigger kids, first one with blond hair and the second asian looking boy.

"Oh, c'mon, Fenturd, don't be greedy, share some money," blond one said mockingly.

"No, I won't! You are a meanie, Dash! You always take my money, and I can't eat before dinner."

"I'm just hungry, too," Dash grinned, before hitting the smaller boy in stomach and making Danny yelp in pain. Dash dug in pockets of Danny's jacket and took out money.

"Give it back!" Danny exclaimed, before punching Dash in his eye.

"Argh! You will pay for this, Fenton!" Dash covered the eye, before going away. Little Danny looked on the ground and took his money happily. At least he won't be starving today. But Phantom knew perfectly well that happiness won't last for long. And the force had decided to remind him that as well.

"Daniel James Fenton, I'm very disappointed in you," Maddie scolded the boy.

"But Mommy, Dash..."

"What Dash? You gave him a blue eye, Daniel. Was that so hard to share your lunch money?"

"But he also..."

"Enough buts, go to your room, and no sweets for a week."

It was time. Phantom was filled with anger. He always was treated like that by his 'parents'.

'They never took the time to listen, they jumped in conclusions and never believed me,' he started his inner tantrum, before speaking out loud, "I never lied before the accident. But they treated me like I was an ended liar. Yes, believe in what some unfamiliar people say, they always speak the truth, believe some spoiled BRAT! AND NEVER, EVER, TRY TO AT LEAST LISTEN TO ME!"

If someone watched him at that moment, he or she would have seen how Phantom's aura flared like black fire.

"Always neglected, always a shadow of my sister, looming somewhere behind her. Not so smart, weaker, and all in all worthless. Always compared and hated. So just WHY?! WHY DO THEY TREAT ME LIKE I'M A CHILD OF SATAN HIMSELF WHEN SHE GETS ALL ATTENTION, CHERISHING AND LOVE?!"

His eyes glowed red under his eyelids.

'But Jazz wasn't like that two faced fools. All the love for her was understandable, and I was probably the one who loved her the most," he smiled slightly, 'She taught me to ride bicycle, swim and even read. Jazz was the only member of our family who remembered that I have birthdays too. Her cakes tasted horrible, but were made with love, and for me it was the most delicious thing in the world."

The aura around him stopped being red as well as his eyes, the last ones returning to neon green, and the aura becoming light shade of gray.

He took a deep breath before getting up. It was the time to go to another Temples. A few minutes later he already was riding his speeder.

Danny rubbed his forehead. It was going to be a long night.

But the next two Temples disappointed him. Not a single folio or book. He meditated for an hour in each. The energy flowed through him, both dark and light, but there weren't any visions.

The fourth Temple was a tough nut to crack. It was situated on top of the mountain. Danny could have just flown up, but it would have ruined the purpose of this task. He climbed easily at first, but as he was getting higher, the rocks were becoming smaller and smaller, making it harder for him to grab onto. Then Danny got the purpose of this task. He closed his eyes and reached for the Force. He jumped up and to the right, landing on a strong enough rock. Phantom continued jumping. He must not hurry, there is no need for that and it will probably end badly. Patience of the light side.

But the Force suddenly stopped leading him. Danny opened his eyes and saw that he was on a spacey piece of stone a few meters below the temple. He was on his own now. Phantom looked around and saw a dry tree. He got an idea. Danny broke a few thick branches and picked up a few stones. He sharpened the stones, and already prepared to tie them to the branches, but then realized that he had nothing to tie them with. His eyes fell on his sneakers, before Phantom smirked. He pulled out the laces and used them to tie the items. One drinking sailor once told him how to make the tightest knot, don't ask how he met him. Now two alpinist pickaxes were ready.

Using his strength, Danny was digging small holes in rocks, climbing up further and further, until finally reaching his destination and jumping on the platform. That was a test if he was resourceful enough to use dark side. He had to give it to je'daii, they sure were creative with their challenges.

Phantom found something very interesting inside. It was a book of sword arts. Now that was very curious and intriguing. More than that, he found a strange metal construction. It was a metal sphere with many holes in it. Danny put everything in his bag, he will examine everything later.

It was a turn for meditation. And what a view was from such a height, perfect place for it.

He closed his eyes, but when he searched for a proper memory, he suddenly heard a deep, familiar voice. His voice.

"My, my, my. What do we have here?"

Danny saw the one he dreaded to ever see. Blue skin, red eyes, burning white fire instead of hair. Phantom didn't know what the hell was going on, but he assured himself that...

"Relax, child, I'm not the one whose form I've taken."

"Then who are you?" Danny asked.

"You should know my name already! Use your brains if they are still there and think!" Dan, or whoever that was, exclaimed. Danny didn't like this tone at all. "Ah, angry, aren't we? Yes, feed from it, young one. It will make you stronger than anyone in this galaxy. The Dark side have created a lot of Sith Lords which had brought billions to their knees. You will have power, respect, everything you dreamed about all your life."

"I didn't dream about all of this," Danny muttered.

"Oh, yes you did," the being appeared behind him suddenly, but in a form of Danny's hated bully, "You yourself said so, and I saw your memories," he lowered his head. "This is what you want, go ahead, punch me, Fenton, or running away is everything you can?"

"I'm NOT a FENTON."

Phantom felt a strong templation to do something he might regret, he felt a desire to cause pain to the ones who made his childhood a torture. But that weren't them, it was only an impostor, and he was somehow able to change appearance and influence his emotions. More than that, he didn't plan to kill the ones who tortured him. He hated GIW, Dan and Fentons for another reason, they all were guilty in deaths of the people he cared for, or attempted to do so in Dan's case. Danny never cared about himself. It was a selfless rage, something in between both sides. Phantom suddenly got an idea what was in front of him.

"I'm not going to play your game...Bogan, is it?"

"HAHHAHAAHA!" he laughed loudly, throwing his head back and taking Dan's form again. "IN SO MANY YEARS EVEN MANY JE'DAII HAVE FAILED TO SOLVE SUCH A PETTY RIDDLE! Congratulations, kid, you passed the test, you lucky son of a gungan. And here I thought that we will get another pesky sith," he muttered.

"Wait, you are an imbodification of the dark moon, and you just tried to turn me to the dark side, and yet you seem to dislike siths, why so?"

"And here comes this question everyone asks. Siths were the ones who broke the balance! And jedi made the matters only worse. Even if with each year I become stronger, this is not what I desire. I wish everything to be as it was before. And YOU may be our chance."

"Me?"

"Be happy, kid, compliments from me happen as often as the star explodes. Meaning that you are yet to deserve the first and last one. I'm merely saying, you have a potential in force no one had seen before, not to mention other universe abilities, and you can live for eternity as a spirit you are. If you keep the balance inside of you, then the balance will be restored in the whole galaxy once and for all."

'IF I'd like to live after revenge.'

"I hear your thoughts, if you didn't get by now."

Danny sighed.

"What's the catch?"

"Well, it might require to dirty your hands in blood of a few jedi and siths."

"I'm not a murderer," Danny said.

"And yet you killed about fifty Gits in White without a slightest care. Boy, I've never seen such a pretty massacre! Here, you got your compliment," Bogan shook his head, "Remember this, the balance is what keeps this galaxy from falling apart. Jedi are guilty in it too, despite their noble actions. Disbalance to the light side is still a disbalance. You can either make them change their minds, which will not be simple, since their skulls are so hard to get through, or eliminate them and siths as well. That is for you to decide, kid, ta!"

Danny opened his eyes and awoke from his meditation. He went to the next Temple. Jumping from the top of the mountain, he easily landed on his feet with a lot of thoughts on his mind. He took on the helmet, looked at the torn page with map, and took off.

Honestly, if he had known that going so far away from the Earth will put only more responsibility on his shoulders, he would have stayed in a Ghost Zone. Was Bogan saying the truth? He was of a dark side, and they were quite deceiving. In his thoughts Danny hadn't noticed how he got to the last Temple.

He didn't search for any artifacts this time and immediately sat meditating. He had a suspicion about what awaits for him.

"Hello, Danny."

That voice...he saw a seventeen years old girl, with short hair tied in ponytail, dressed in all black, with the most beautiful purple eyes Danny had ever seen. But that wasn't her, he knew it.

"Change the form, Ashla, I know it's you," Danny turned away with a downcast look.

"You don't want me to take her form, do you?" Ashla sat nearby, looking like an older redheaded young woman, Jazz. Danny nodded.

"Yes, every time I saw her in my dreams, it never helped me in my time of suffering," he whispered, "Because each time...It only reminded me that she is DEAD!" Danny put his arm over his face. Ashla put a hand on his shoulder.

"Calm, down, child," she said softly, "I'm sorry, I should have known that the reaction will be like that. Many get very emotional after the pilgrimage. You are mentally exhausted, but you are actually doing quite well."

"Have you talked with any of the piligrims before?" Danny looked up at her.

"No. You are the first one we speak with directly, with them we spoke in signs. Bogan probably told you that your connection with the force is strong. That's why we are able to talk now."

"He wasn't the first one to tell me that. Clockwork was ahead of you."

Ashla chuckled. "Yes, I saw the Time Lord. I must admit, you are the most peculiar je'daii I've ever seen. You died but stayed alive, and when you got so much power, you used it to help the others instead of personal gain. You have met the Time Lord and traveled through time, while moving between two universes. That is something to be proud of."

"Proud of? I can only think about most of it as mistake."

"I'm speaking only as the being of the light side, Danny. You protected the innocents despite their hatred towards you. What is it if not the purest light side? We have seen what you have done with that pirates. They wanted to kill and rob you, and you still spared them instead of killing and taking their ship along with supplies. But there is also a lot of dark side inside of you, it was planted in you by that evil people. Still...it gives our galaxy a chance. YOU give us a chance to live."

Danny looked down. "I never asked to have all of this. I never wished to be a superhero and have such a responsibility on me."

"Only the Force knows what's best for us. Maybe that's why you had this accident which made you so unique, no matter what everyone says. It must have a reason to pick you of all people. And I can see this reason. You are the bravest and kindest soul I've ever seen. In the same time, you can be ruthless and harsh, but only when needed. I can't imagine anyone who fits better for this job."

Danny leaned back. "I...I need to think about it."

"Then think faster, boy."

They turned towards the source of the sound. Bogal was standing there.

"I shed a tear, really," he clapped his hands. "You always convinced people better than me, sister."

"What are you doing here?" She asked confused.

"Simple, we got trouble. Our new friend caused a massive disturbance in the Force. Unintentionally," he added, seeing Danny's look. Then a ground shook slightly. "You ARE a walking disturbance, kid, deal with it. The earthquakes hadn't fully reached here yet, but I think it isn't long until they covers the whole planet. Any ideas?"

"Well, I might have a plan, but you aren't going to like it."

"It's not like we have much choice," he rolled his eyes and crossed his hands.

"If young Phantom allows us," she turned to Danny, "We can stay in his consciousness."

"WHAT?!" Both Danny and Bogal exclaimed.

"Told you so," she mumbled.

"But can't you go on your moons?" Danny asked.

"Moons are named after us, boy, but that doesn't mean that we can travel wherever we want. Ashla is right, we don't have a choice," Bogal rubbed his temples, "Ugh, of everyone to rely on, I need to hope on some teen's decision."

Danny looked at the two beings, powerful, but yet so weak. One looking as his beloved sister and another like his ultimate enemy. Phantom sighed.

"What will happen with me if you settle in?"

"We will be able to communicate with you..." Bogal raised his finger, preparing to count.

"But we won't pester," Ashla added. Her brother looked at her annoyed.

"...we will visit in dreams, but you don't sleep so that doesn't count. The sweetest part is coming next, you will be granted with our power as long as you keep the balance. Sounds like a fair deal, right?"

Phantom hummed. "It is my fault your world is being destroyed..."

"No duh."

"So I agree," Danny finished.

"Thank you," Ashla said with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, now wake up and get away as fast as you can."

Danny opened his eyes and felt like something was pouring inside of him. Something huge, and if he needed to breath, he would be out of the air. His lungs felt like they were swapped inside out, making it very painfully. Phantom yelled in pain, and everything he wanted is for it to stop, and this pain was gone after a few moments. Then his head started to hurt as hell, with new information flooding his brain.

When the pain subdued, he heard a nervous laugh.

'Sorry! We never actually did this before.'

Danny sighed, before getting on his feet. He needed to return to his camp quickly, and make a portal, if he will be able to.

He ran out of the building with his bag hanging on his shoulder. Then he suddenly heard a howling. Danny searched for the source and found something. It was a nest, with a single small chick without feathers.

'Eh, leave this ugly thing here,' Bolag said.

'No, we mustn't! It is the last remaining hook hawk!'

"You said you won't pester. Come here, little guy," Danny gently took a small creature in his hands and wrapped him in a piece of clothing.

He then ran outside and sat on the speeder, before riding on maximum speed. Just as he set off, Danny felt the ground shake behind.

The ride went surprisingly smooth. The ground broke once in front oh him, but Phantom used the force push under the speeder, sending it flying over the pit. But when he reached the first Temple, the ground started shaking again as never before. Phantom made duplicates to gather all the stuff, with pieces of debris falling everywhere.

'So what's the plan, boss?'

"I need to know where to make a portal."

Danny turned on the star map and picked a random supposedly habitable planet.

"Alright, how people do it in movies..."

'Are you serious right now?!'

"Quiet! First maybe I need to concentrate on a place," Danny closed his eyes and thought about how the planet looked and where it was. "Decide to teleport..." his hand suddenly glowed green and green electricity sparkled with loud cracking sound. "And...imagine a portal?"

A green circle appeared in the air just as the ceiling started to crumble. Phantom pushed all supplies in the portal, before jumping in himself, right before the roof fell on the ground.

But no one knew that by leaving Tython Danny revealed his presence to every force sensitive in the known galaxy.