"Wait, come again, this things are for what?" Tucker asked the ghost boy.

"'This things' are called claps. You need to put them on the back of the wings, and be able to lift or drop them. Otherwise you will be blown away by the first strong gust of wind. Wind will go under or above you."

"That's briliant!" Tucker exclaimed, scribing something furiously on the piece of pergament. Danny chuckled.

"No need to praise me, the idea belongs to Wright brothers. I know them personally, however," 'Even if they lived hundred years ago,' he added in his mind.

"So that's all we need to make...I just realised it doesn't have a name," Phantom hummed, he wouldn't offer the name, unless it will be very..."How 'bout 'The bird?'"...lame. Danny looked at Sam, who was still curiously eyeing their work. She looked back at him, and they both had the same deadpan expression on their faces.

"And the award for the lamest name in both worlds goes to Tucker Foley!" Danny clapped sarcastically.

Tucker missed the part about two worlds, only paying attention to the offending part. He huffed and crossed his hands.

"Oh, and what do you have in mind?" He asked, causing Danny to shrug, dropping on the chair.

"Airplane," he said offhandedly. Tucker hummed in thought.

"Sounds good enough to me," Sam supported Danny. Tucker sighed.

"Fine, even if it's not as good as mine," he scribed the name in the left corner of the parchment, "And how far it will be able to go?" Tucker asked.

"Well, by giving this additions we increased the distance from five meters to..." Danny looked at the ceiling, muttering his counting under his nose, "About six hundred," Tucker hunched his shoulders.

"Is that all?" he whined, "Can we increase it more?"

"Yes, there is a way to make the plane fly for a few hundred miles, but...I doubt we will be able to make it. Engine is a tricky thing to make, especially at the simple forge. There is also a question of fuel."

"There is plenty of coal..." Danny raised his hand.

"I'm not talking about coal. It burns too fast, all that smoke will kill you, not to mention a huge possibility to set the plane on fire. No, that's not the solution. Only oil will do."

"Oil?" Tucker and Sam asked.

"Yep. Sticky, smelly liquid and effective fuel. A little present from dinosaurs."

"Who?" Danny realised that the discovery is yet to be made.

"Alright, imagine huge reptiles, some as huge as towers. There were carnivors and their pray, but that was to be expexted. They lived here loong before humans, about sixty five million years ago."

"Then where are they now?" Tucker raised an eyebrow. He found it hard to believe, unlike Sam, who was listening closely, trying to memorise all details. She didn't have reasons not to believe his exciting tales. Danny shrugged.

"They are extinct. All of them. No one knows what exactly happened. Maybe a giant rock fell from the sky and the dust closed the sun, freezing the world over, maybe plants had changed and herbivores had nothing to eat...My point is, not much is left from them. Only their sceletons deep underground and oil. Their remains, mixed with the remains of ancient plants became black gold, as we call it."

"Well then, draw one of them," Tucker handed him a piece of coal, which Danny accepted and calmly drew something on the clean piece of pergament. He showed them pretty accurate image.

"This is Velociraptor. They are considered one of the smartest ones. They were predators..."

"Doesn't seem so. It looks like chicken," Tucker commented. Danny leaned closer.

"Well, some suppose that dinosaurs had more in common with birds. But look at this big claw on its leg. Velociraptors hunted in groups, surrounding their pray. Don't even try to run, they are twice faster than the strongest horses. They will circle around you, and once you turn your back to one of them, it will jump on you and make one. Deep. Wound," Phantom swiped his finger across Tucker's stomach. The last one looked ready to faint, while Sam's already slightly pale skin became even whiter.

"Kids, get down for dinner!" They heard Angela's voice downstairs.

"Finally, I'm starving," Danny jumped off his chair and took his way to the exit, completely nonphased by his own tale. He turned around, once he realised that the others still sat on their places, "Are you coming?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," Tucker said, "We are coming," he slowly got up and Sam followed. Danny completely missed their discomfort. Once he walked downstairs, his increased sense of smell immediately caught a strong scent of food. He stood like that for some time, until Sam and Tucker went down, too. And while the last one ran into the kitchen, Sam stopped near Phantom.

"Danny, are you alright?" She shook his shoulder slightly, snapping him out of his trance. Danny laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam suddenly grimaced slightly.

"Danny...your..." she tapped at her canines. Danny's eyes widened before he realized that his fangs were out.

"Flames," he muttered, before touching them with his tongue. They retracted back, and both teens sighed in relief.

"What was that?" Sam asked. Phantom chuckled nervously again.

"Well, I was triggered, hadn't smelled something so delicious in a good while," Sam sniffed the air and shrugged.

"Don't know what you find so delicious," Danny turned to her with a deadpan expression on his face.

"And that's what I hear from vegetarian," he grumbled before being elbowed in stomach slightly. Together, they entered the kitchen.

Foleys already sat at the table. There was a fresh cooked grilled chicken and five sets of forks and knifes. Danny didn't wait long before sitting nearby, while Sam just stood there, rubbing her hand.

"Why are you standing there, go on and join us!" Maurice said cheerfully. Sam reddened.

"I...I'm sorry, Mr. Foley, I just...don't eat meat."

"WHAT?!" Tucker exclaimed, dropping chicken's leg on the plate. Danny sighed, before getting up.

"Mrs. Foley, mind if I use your kitchen?" He asked. Angela raised her eyebrow, before nodding.

"Of course, but what are you..."

"Thanks!" Danny said quickly, before going to the cooking table.

He was fiddling around, and it felt like he was using everything he got his hands on, namely every vegetable which was in their house.

"What are you doing?" Tucker asked confused, while Phantom was mixing everything in a big bowl.

"Once I was disowned by my father and declared a traitor of the kingdom..." Everyone's eyes widened in shock, "...You can guess that I hadn't much servants around me. So, I learned to make food from whatever I could find. It wasn't question of money, before going in hiding I took plenty. But when your face is on every corner, you can't just go out to the market."

"Who was your father?"

Danny chuckled sadly, "The true Devil," and only Sam knew that he was actually telling the truth without any overdramatizing. Phantom still had a small smile on his face, before situating the bowl in front of his friend and sitting back on his place with hands under his chin, "Go on, I'm dying from curiosity," he said, making an accent on the word 'dying', Sam in turn rolled her purple eyes, before poking her fork in the salad and making a try.

"Danny, it's delicious!" She said, before continuing her dinner. Danny chuckled, tapping with his fingers on the table.

"Bona apetito," he said. Phantom then noticed that Foleys all had smirks on their faces. Sam noticed that too.

"What?" They asked at the same time.

"Nothing, nothing," they said in different variations of that word, returning to their food. Danny finally got his hands on the wonderful chicken.

"So," Angela said, "Is there a reason you are traveling?"

"Is that a pilgrimage?" Maurice added excitedly.

"No..." Danny started slowly.

"It's just...we are going to my grandma," Sam continued with a sad voice, "She is the only family member I have left," and there wasn't a single lie, she honestly hadn't considered her parents a family anymore. She smiled slightly, looking up at the blue eyed teen, "Danny offered to get me to her safely."

"Again, it's nothing, Sam," he assured her, "As I said, I have nothing else to do and nowhere else to go right now."

"But don't you want to..." Danny briefly glanced at Tucker before interrupting his companion.

"Well, my plans go along with your way. If we are lucky, then after my little business here we will get you where you need," Dark skinned teen's eyes widened in realization of what this 'business' was. Phantom smirked without even looking at him.

"You are wondering why do I need this amulet, don't you, Tuck?" He asked the rethorical question, making a gulp from his mug, "Let me tell you what this little thing is. Actually, that's not the amulet what I need. I need the gem, this small ruby inside of it. It belongs to my...family. It was lost centuries ago and I intend to return the gem where it belongs."

"What are you talking about?" Maurice asked.

"I assure you that's nothing you should be concerned with," Danny waved away the man's confusion.

"But what's so important about it? Besides the fact that it must be really expensive," Tucker asked.

"You are right, this ruby is special. Even if you throw it into the deepest hole of hell it still will remain without a single scratch. It's impossible to destroy, its creator, bless his soul whoever he was, did more than well. It was lost long ago, the ruby was created for my great grandfather Cassius, and I, as the last remaining member of my family took the responsibility to retrieve it."

"Aren't rubys dug from underground?" Tucker asked.

"Well, I don't know much about it. Most of the things I DO know are just mere legends and guesses," he said, before perking up, "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Phantom hummed.

"Sounds like bell ringing," Maurice's eyes widened.

"Oh, what a good hearing you have, lad. It's our cathedral ringing, it's time for us to depart," he jumped off his chair.

"Maurice, aren't you forgetting something?" Angela asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What? I'm not...oh," his head fell, "Go ahead, kids, I'll catch up later," he said gloomily. Danny and Sam looked at each other before before shrugging and getting up.

"Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Foley!" Sam said, waving her hand in farewell.

"It's me who cooked for you, didn't I?" Danny chuckled with a smile on his face, "Still, thank you, have a good day!" He waved his hand too.

"What a nice kids," Angela commented after the door was closed behind two teens. Maurice nodded.

"Yes, they are. Don't you think so, Tucker? Tucker?" The named teen's seat was empty.
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Danny and Sam went in the direction of cathedral. The streets were less crowded than in the noon, but Sam still took on the hood.

"Danny, do you have any plan what to do?" Phantom smiled.

"Why, yes, I do. The first thing we need is distraction and chaos."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"Haven't you noticed how our new friend left in certain direction? Tucker will certainly report to his chef that I'm one step ahead. They will try to get the amulet faster and certainly will get caught instead of us," Sam stopped abruptly.

"Danny, you can't do that!" She exclaimed.

"Why?"

"His family was nothing but welcoming to us! And you want him to be imprisoned?!"

"Well, would you prefer yourself to get caught?" He asked calmly, before breaking in laughter, "Relax, Sam, I'm just messing with ya. Tucker will get out of the water completely dry. Maybe Brinjolf as well, I like that guy. If only you had seen your face!"

His fit of laughter was abruptly stopped by the hit in the stomach. Apparently Sam wasn't as amused as he. Not much damage was done, but he still shut his talkative mouth. His lips formed a thin line.

"Alright, just because I almost don't feel anything doesn't mean that you can just hit me like that," he deadpanned before smiling again, "I like you more and more, milady."

Sam shook her head, "You are unbelievable," she muttered.

"I'm breaking the laws of nature by my mere existence, so of course I am. But, returning back to my plan, let's talk about what YOU are going to do."

Her eyes lit up, "I will take part in this?" Danny looked at her weirdly.

"And now you are starting to scare me, Sam," he said. She raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"You are maybe too eager to break the law. Not mentioning that you are crazy."

"And why am I crazy?" She crossed her hands.

"Uhm...hello, you are traveling with a King of Hell. You must be completely insane for that," she shook slightly in laughter.

"Well, maybe I am, a bit," Danny chuckled as well.

"Alright, Ms.Wacko, originally I planned for you to wait outside with Bucefal in case things went south and we would need to skedaddle...but if you want it so much, then I'll think up of something."

"Like?"

"Sam, plans don't form by a mere snapping of fingers. Give me some time to think," he was stroking his chin. Suddenly Sam stopped, "What is it?" She only pointed in certain direction, hiding deeper under her hood. Danny looked where she was pointing and his eyes widened. She was pointing at the wall of the nearest building.

There was a picture. Sam's picture with a huge letters 'Wanted' under it.

"Flames," Phantom cursed, before looking closer on it. It will be harder to hide now, when very accurate pictures are hanging on the walls. Wait...

"I don't have a wart on my nose!" Sam exclaimed, luckily no there was no one besides them in that alley. Danny snickered, covering his mouth with his hand and earning himself a glare.

"Okay, okay, let me," Danny tore the list and it immediately set on the green fire and the ash fell on the ground through his fingers, "Well, that makes our situation more complicated. Let's go."
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"Oh, here you are!" Maurice greeted the two near the cathedral. Danny didn't pay much attention to it before, but he found this building an impressive creation of gothical architecture. However, it wasn't his object of interest for long. His attention returned to Maurice. Judging from his still friendly attitude, he hadn't seen the pictures yet, good. Phantom smiled.

"Hey Maurice," he greeted.

"Are you ready, kids?" Maurice asked.

"Aye, aye, cap'n!" Danny made a sign of honor, parodying sailors' accent.

Maurice didn't walk to the main entrance. Instead he led them to the side, through the narrow pass between the cathedral and nearby building.

"Uhm, Mr. Foley, where are we going?" Sam asked.

"Well, it will be very crowded inside. I'm showing you the way we monks use."

"Wait, if you are a monk, then how come you have a family?" Danny asked confused.

"About nineteen years ago Willard Babenberg, the uncle of our current king had allowed them to do this," Sam answered, "I don't know why he did this, it didn't do him any good, anyway. Innocent III even wanted to abjure him from the church. If he did not actively anticipate in Fifth Crusade, then the Pope would certainly do it," both males looked at her, "What? I studied history," she answered, crossing her hands.

"You got an education? Your parents must be rich ones," Sam suddenly found the rocky ground very interesting, "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," Maurice said.

"Yes, they were," she answered barely above the whisper. Danny didn't know why, but he wanted to go to her former home and torture that bastards with all tricky devices this time can offer. Wait, why was he thinking like that? He did torture people he considered a scum in the past, then why? Why back then he regretted about every drop of blood or ectoplasm he spilled, and now was so willing to do this? Maybe because he was angry. Pariah hated him after betrayal, betrayal committed by him, Sam, on the other hand, he was sure as hell, didn't do anything wrong.

"Alright, here we are," Maurice snapped him out of his thoughts. They were near a small rusty door, which made a nasty sound while being opened, "Watch your head!" He warned before Phantom hissed in pain after hitting the low desk. On the left Sam snickered at her companion's misfortune.

At first the staircase went down a few meters underground, Danny could even hear the flow of the water behind the walls. Probably that's why it was so wet here. After walking through a narrow corridor, they were greeted by even more stairs, going even deeper. Their way was lightened by the torches hanging from the walls. And another corridor.

"Another staircase?" Danny whined, "Who designed this place? Fitness instructor?" Others looked at him weirdly. Danny sighed, "Fitness is a complex of exercises to stay healthy and fit."

Maurice looked down at his belly. He needs to learn more about that 'fitness'.

Together the group finally walked upstairs, and while Danny was wondering about the reasons of such design of the building. There was a door on the right, and judging from the loud choir behind it, the service had already begun. His suspicions were confirmed when Maurice stopped and turned to them.

"Alright, kids, go two floors up and you will see everything. I need to go now. And please, don't call attention to yourself," he opened the door and walked through, closing it behind.

"So, what do we need to do?" Sam asked.

"At first let's have a good look around from above," Danny shrugged, before turning into his ghost form, making Sam jump slightly.

"I'll never get used to this," she muttered, "Wait, why did you change appearance?"

"Part of the plan. I can't fly while being human," he heard footsteps behind the door, even through the loud singing, "Crap, hold my hand."

Sam did as was told, before Phantom made them invisible second before two guards looked inside.

"Told you there is nothing, dundlehead."

"I swear, I saw the light coming from here."

"Just get back to your post."

They closed the door.

"Hold tight, we are going to fly," Danny said with a grin.

"Wait!"

Phantom wrapped his hands around her torso and they flew up. It was an interesting experience, to say the least. At first she yelped in surprise, then a strange tingling feeling passed over her, before they went through the stairs and up. It felt so unusual to fly, even if not by yourself. Once they got where they needed, Danny let go of his friend and they became visible again.

"How did it felt?" Danny asked worryingly.

"That was...unusual," Sam commented.

"No nausea or desire to throw up?"

"Uh, no...Does this happen often?"

"Well, sometimes. Maybe it's only Jazz who can't stand this," Danny shrugged.

Maurice wasn't kidding when he said that they will see everything. The cathedral was full of people, there were walking bags with money, the guys who stared hungrily at this same bags with money, being poorer than them, some beggars, who somehow managed to get inside, and one particular face.

"Danny," Sam pulled his black clothing, causing him to look at her. She only pointed at the familiar blond brat.

"You've got to be kidding me," Danny muttered, "What is he doing here?"

"I don't know, Dash never was in church," Phantom hummed, putting a hand under his chin, "You think he knows?" She suggested.

"What gave you this idea?" he looked at her.

"Before you came, he wanted to see Faloy, he is the guild leader, right?"

"Hm, yes, he is," Danny agreed, before a thoughtful look crossed his face, "And maybe Mr. Baxter is our mysterious employer. Why would he need this gem, though, he is rich enough..."

Then the doors solemnly opened and the cardinal entered the main hall. Slowly, to maintain the atmosphere. Sam narrowed her eyes at the man who wanted to kill her, walking as if nothing happened, as if he hadn't committed more murders than the ones he executed. She didn't pay much attention to that before, but now, when she is wanted for that stupid accident, she despises that man, who obviously didn't follow fasting, judging from his weight.

Danny meanwhile thought about another thing. About the sole purpose of the whole plan. Maybe that were the robes, which were hiding it? There was something he missed, something obvious.

"Uhm, Danny, are we going to do something?" Sam asked worriedly. She received no answer, and when she looked around, nobody was there.

Phantom needed to check his assumption. That wasn't part of his plan. Danny flew down and, invisibly, softly landed on the first floor. Phasing through the bystanders and making them unvoluntary shiver, he got closer to the cardinal.

"...And we must stay strong against the threat the Devil and his servants possess to us, we must unite..." yeah, yeah, Danny heard that one before. He found it funny, however. After all, he was standing a few meters beside him.

Phantom carefully approached the man, trying to spot the amulet on his neck. Yep, he was right, he wasn't wearing it.

'Of course he doesn't!' Danny thought, before facepalming. Why would he ever will? To let everyone know 'You are plebs and I'm rich'? Situation just became harder. Then, he spotted someone, his new buddy Tucker, sneaking inside the room the cardinal walked out from. Oh, no one dares to make a fool out of Phantom.

Sam was angry at Danny. He just left without telling her. She hadn't any idea what to do, so she just stood on the lookout, and her eyes were glued to her unwanted fiancé. Not that she knew the meaning of that word. Dash was just standing there, obviously bored out of his mind, but his eyes, his eyes were running from one side to another, like he was waiting for something. She didn't like it, and the hard feeling appeared in her stomach. From her lookout point above she saw familiar teen, who was approaching the side door.

Danny followed Tucker, and even was ahead of him, because he was invisible and could phase through the walls. He wondered how his opponent is going to get inside. Well, he will find out later. He walked through the corridor and walked through the door, guarded by two armored men. When you see that something is guarded, then you know where to go. Just in case he got inside the wardrobe and changed form. After getting out, he took a good look at the surroundings.

The room was vast. There were different closets, some of them even consisted wine. Danny grinned, maybe he will take a few bottles. Human alcohol doesn't work on him, after all. Windows were covered by red curtains. Some tapestries and armor suits...is that really the cardinal's room? A huge bed to the side of the room, and a table in its centre. No sign of the amulet, however. Danny hummed, quietly, there were guards behind the door, after all. If he was a guy who wants to hide some precious thing, where would he put it? He had an idea, but that was stupid. Still, it was worth to try. He searched under the pillow.

Imagine his surprise, when he took out the amulet. He somehow managed to hold laughter inside. There he was, holding the part of the most powerful weapon in both worlds which he found under pillow. Never he thought that he will be in this situation. Now to the most interesting part.

His hearing caught something. A metalic sound, of metal hitting the stone to be exact. Apparently the guards were knocked out. Or killed. Either way Phantom should expect guests.

"Damn, that was loud," he heard Tucker's muttering, before he entered the room. He was wearing the guild's clothes and also a piece of clothing, hiding his face. Tucker stopped abruptly at what he saw.

Danny was sitting crosslegged on one of the chairs, with a goblet of wine in his hand. He was grinning.

"Took you long enough," he commented, before trying the goblet's contents.

"H-how did you get in here?" Tucker asked dumbfounded. Phantom's grin widened.

"You are talking with the guy who managed to steal the ring from the king's finger. Of course, not without breaking it. And you..."

"Knockout poison," he showed Danny the wooden tube, like one indians used. Danny smirked.

"Smart," he commented, putting the goblet on the table and getting up.

"And where is Sam?" Tucker asked suspiciously.

"Probably planning to kick me for leaving without telling her. Not my fault that I needed to hurry."

"You know why I'm here, right?"

"You may have it," Danny suddenly threw the amulet to Tucker, who caught it easily.

He raised a confused eyebrow. Why would he give up the amulet so easily? Tucker looked closely. Ah, he got it.

"You took out the gem," he stated, looking at the empty golden ornament. Phantom looked amused.

"Seriously you didn't think that I'll waste all this time for nothing?"

"Sorry man, but my task is to get the whole amulet," Tucker picked up the sword from the unconscious guard. Danny wasn't bothered. The sword was obviously too heavy for him to handle properly, his stance was loopy and all in all ineffective.

"I understand everything, pal, but suicide is never a solution," Danny grinned toothily. Tucker blinked. For a second he thought that there were fangs instead of his canines, "You will never win, Tucker," Phantom took the sword from the nearest dummy, "I am war veteran, I warn you," Tucker sighed.

"Look, I don't want that either. But I need to get job done, or who knows what the guild will do."

Tucker lunged at the ghost teen, but he merely raised his sword and misderected the strike in one swift motion.

"Your guild doesn't know what they are doing," Phantom explained, "I hadn't told you the main thing. This gem can be used as the most powerful weapon in existence. If it gets in the wrong hands, then who knows what will happen."

"And whose are the 'good hands'? Yours?" Tucker narrowed his eyes, before swiping his sword again. Phantom sidestepped and took off Tucker's glasses along the way. "Hey, give them back!" he exclaimed. Danny grinned.

"Nooope," he teased, tossing them in his free hand. Tucker tried to return them, even if he could only see a blurry silhouette. Phantom laughed at his misery. Sometimes his father's heritage shows up in less than pleasant form. He didn't pay much attention to the dark skinned teen, which proved to be a mistake. Tucker suddenly lunged at him. Completely unprepared for this, Danny didn't have time to react and he was pinned to the ground, right through the doorway, slamming the door open.

"Aha!" Tucker exclaimed triumphantly, putting on the glasses, "Who is the best now, huh?"

"Don't want to break your moment of pride, but we have a problem now," Phantom deadpanned. Tucker looked confused, before Danny pointed behind him. Guards stood there, dumbfounded, staring at them, "I suggest we get away as fast as we can."

"No objections here."

Guards snapped out of their stupor. "Stop right there!" They took out their weapons and started approaching. Danny jumped back on his feet in a blink. His course of action was simple. He took the bottle of wine, which he seemingly took out of nowhere, and threw it on the carpet between him and the guards. They stared at the brown-reddish spot dumbfounded. Tucker did as well, after getting up.

"Uhm...why did you do that, lad?" One of the guards asked. He got his answer when he looked up and saw Phantom holding the torch, with a huge wicked grin. "You are going to burn it."

He threw the torch and the carpet was set on fire. He used some power to increase its power, because the wine doesn't burn so well. A fire wall formed between two groups. Phantom grabbed Tucker's hand and yanked the surprised dark skinned teen after him.

"C'mon now, more will come, we need to get out of here!" Danny said.

"Why are you helping me?" Tucker asked, running after him.

"Sam will tear my head off if I let you be thrown in prison."

"Of course she will, she can't stand my charm," Phantom's glare could, and would have burned a hole in his head, if Tucker hadn't apologized. "Yeesh, I got it, you got dibs on her first," well, not apologized per say.

"She is not an item for me to own," he growled.

They ran to the staircase in the end. Planning to get out through the underground, they tried to get downstairs, but there was even more guards, who tried to turn them into shish-kebob with their spears and halberds. Change of the plan, they ran upstairs, hearing constant yells and ringing of metal weapons. Danny just hoped that Sam was alright.

But they had another problem on hand. Phantom caught an arrow before it hit Tucker's back. He thought this through, they were going higher and higher, and he doubted that there was a giant ladder hanging from the roof. He didn't want to reveal his ghost part, not when the Inquisition was on the false trail. Finally they got to the dead end, there was a trapdoor on the ceiling, apparently the exit on the roof. No sign of ladder, however.

"I push you up and you give me a hand," Phantom said, and Tucker nodded mutely in response.

Danny kneeled, so Tucker was able to stand on his hands, and pushed him, which wasn't hard with his supernatural strength. Tucker jumped higher and managed to open the trapdoor, with his head, which hurt a lot. He got a grip on the edge and got on the roof. He contemplated for a while, should he help Phantom or not. The gem was still in Danny's pocket. Tucker sighed heavily. Desision was obvious. He helped Danny to climb a mere moments before the guards were able to make a hole in his body.

"Bring the ladder!" One of them ordered. Phantom shut the trapdoor, before scowling at Tucker.

"Took you long enough," he said. Before Tucker could respond, Danny saw a small table nearby and got an idea. He flipped it over, scattering the glitter across the floor, and put it above the trapdoor. That should hold them back for a while.

They were inside one of that constructions, which consisted a lot of bells of different size and sound. A small fence prevented falling from the huge height and turning into pancake, or on the roof, depends on the side. Phantom hummed in thought, he needs to think up something.

Tucker thought about the same. His eyes were also glued to the small pocket, where the gem was, judging from the small lump. If only he could get it...

Tucker saw a thick and broken table's leg on the ground. He picked it up and fiddled in his hand. Tucker looked at the ghost teen, who was standing with his back turned to him. That was his chance. He swinged it.

Phantom caught it in midflight, without even looking back.

"You are even bigger fool than I thought," he growled, before throwing the leg and the one who was holding it to the side. Tucker's eyes widened in shock. While he knew that his opponent was strong, but not so much to throw him like a ragdoll! He got up as fast as he could, while Phantom was coming closer. His glare sent shivers down Tucker's spine. There was something supernatural in this gaze, chilling and frightening. The same gaze which made Phantom be feared in some places even more than Pariah himself. He barely kept his eyes from turning to their natural colors.

Dark skinned teen tried to do something. He attacked again. It wasn't hard for Phantom to sidestep the hit, but it landed on the bell behind. Danny yelled in pain from the loud sound, grabbing his left ear. Tucker looked surprised. "So you don't like loud sounds?" He asked rhetorical question.

That was it, he was done being patient. Phantom glared at the thief in front of him. Tucker raised his improvised weapon to ring the bell again. Phantom was faster and kicked the teen in the gut, making him stumble and almost drop his 'club'. Tucker was gasping for air. To add more problems, the guards started to break through the trapdoor.

"Flames," Phantom muttered, before looking back at his opponent, who tried to get away. Keyword tried. Ghost King swiped his hand and one particulary huge bell moved and knocked Tucker to the side. He yelped in surprise, before his back hit the fence. He sighed in relief that it hadn't broken. However, it obviously wouldn't stand against another push. This push was given by Phantom, who didn't wait long to strike again.

Tucker fell on the roof, and the tile fell down under his feet. Shaking, and trying not to slip down, he got up on his feet. As for Phantom, he jumped down as if he weighted nothing at all, his eyes were still glued to him, and his face held no emotions.

"L-look, man, I'm sorry, alright?" Tucker said nervously, "Let's not get overboard with this?" He glanced down and felt sick from the sight.

Phantom didn't answer. He only was looking at him and continued to approach. The sun was setting down, and Tucker saw that his eyes were emitting dim glow in darkness. Foley started shaking even more, what devilry is going on here?

"There they are!" Guards finally managed to get through. The one that looked like a commander yelled, "Come here and surrender, or the archers will shoot!" Tucker seriously contemplated to surrender, but Phantom just kept approaching like he hadn't heard them. "I count till three! One," archers took out the arrows and loaded them, "two," the bowstrings were pulled back, "three!"

The arrows were set loose.

But it didn't go as expected. Instead of piercing two teens' bodies, they stuck in the air. Tucker, as well as the guards, gaped at them. Once he turned back to Phantom, he saw that he had his arm raised. Was that him? He clenched fist and the arrows flew away from them. "Ah, my knee!" One of the guards screamed.

Before Tucker could react, Phantom appeared near him and grabbed his neck. Now he was terrified, especially when he was held over the edge. If Phantom will let him go, then he will have a flight down.

"P-please, don't do it!" He said. Phantom looked down and raised his eyebrow.

"How much do you weight?" He asked suddenly.

"I-I don't know, maybe 60 k-kilos."

Then Phantom gained a thoughtful look. Tucker was able to make out his strange mutterings, "...mass...gravity..." Was this some creepy spell? "...acceleration of free fall," that's when Tucker's blood turned into ice, "Hm, you will survive only if you don't move during the fall. Got it?"

"Wait!"

Phantom loosened his grip on Tucker's neck. He was flying down with screams, before it was quiet. He looked down, before smirking. Tucker listened to his advice. Well, at least there wasn't a dead body on stony path, which means that he landed where needed. He looked at the guards, who stared back at him in fear. He grinned toothily, before saluting and jumping right after Tucker.

Why Danny loved flying? Because of the air blowing in his face, the feeling of freedom unreachable on the ground. Well, he was currently binded by the law of gravity, still...

"Yahoo!" He yelled, before breaking in joyful laughter. He made a flip in the air, before landing on the haystack. He peaked his head from inside, before breaking in laughter, calling an undivided attention from the crowd. Not that he hadn't it earlier. It's not like people fall from cathedrals daily. And survive.

"Oh, man, I should have done it loong ago. Right, Tuck? Tuck?" he looked inside of the stack. Tucker lied there without any emotions on his face, his eyes staring at nothing. "Ancients, should have guessed. You alright, dude?" he waved his hand in front of the teen's face. No reaction. Phantom sighed, he scared him too much. Maybe even gave a mental trauma. But there was still something he could do. He shot a very weak blast from his pointing finger.

Tucker jolted in surprise as he regained his senses. He rubbed his head with a groan, before noticing that he wasn't alone. He let out a girlish scream, before falling out of the stack on the road. Danny peaked his head out again, before looking at the confused man, who was driving this wooden cart. Phantom took off an imaginable hat.

"Thanks for the ride, sir," he jumped off the cart.

While dusting his clothes from the hay, Phantom searched for the unlucky thief, who was trying to run away. Alright, he might have gone overboard with this, but, hey, they were on the ground now. He couldn't believe that that trick from the human game worked. Of course, he could just ask Tucker to jump down, but somehow Danny doubted that he would have agreed on that. He found Tucker when he was trying to get into alleyway, when...

"Halt!" Phantom groaned. He had to give them a credit, though, this guys were rather persistent. There was about fifteen of them, they tried to surround him, their spears in their hands. He raised his hands in surrender.

"Alright, folks, here I am. Who is the first one to get his butt handed to him?" Guards suddenly looked afraid, most probably assuming that he used the literal meaning. Another groan followed.

"Great, I need to rework my sarcastical dictionary. Can you imagine how hard it is? I hate Medieval age."

Preferring not to pay attention to the teen's complaints, but being curious nevertheless, the guards started to approach, circling around him like wolves. Until, just like in wolves' pack, one of them, especially tuff one, who had a halberd in his thick palms, attacked. He swinged the weapon, but Phantom sidestepped the strike, before tripping the thug, making him fall on the ground, before pinning the guard with his leg. Despite his small victory, Danny knew that he needed to get out of there. How would he do that, though?

Suddenly a loud horse whine was heard behind him. Phantom's eyes widened. Could that be...

"Danny!"

He turned around and saw his friend on the back of his black colt. They jumped over some random guard, who didn't have time to use his weapon and fell on the ground. Sam quickly rode to the ghost boy and gave him a hand.

"Get on!" She shouted. Danny looked at her, completely stunned. There she was, riding on the horse's back like the Hetairoi Guard. The main point, in that moment he found her the most beautiful woman in both worlds. Maybe that was the setting sun and its light, reflecting in her raven hair, maybe determined expression on her face, which seemed to fit it so much. Danny quickly shook out of his stupor and took her hand, before jumping on Bucefal.

He felt awkward sitting behind her, but it wasn't time to complain. Guards started to close the circle, some of the bypassers' eyes widened in fear. She was that witch from the pictures!

"Alright, here's the plan, just go ahead, I'll clear the way," Danny said.

"Oh, just like your previous plan?" She asked sarcastically.

"Now is really not the time, Sam!"

"Fine," she huffed, "Alright, forward, boy," she said to Bucefal, who whined in agreement, before running straight to the circle of guards. He was a smart one, he saw the weakest and most cowardly one, the weak link, and ran straight into him. Already shaking guard was jolted to the side suddenly. Telekinesis is one of the best abilities Phantom possesses.

They managed to get through, now they needed to get the heck out of there.

"When did you get Bucefal?" Danny asked loudly, so Sam would hear him through all that noise.

"Well, that's just what you said, 'If anything can go wrong...'"

"It will go wrong," Danny finished with a smirk.

"I just knew that you will make a show. Still, it's mostly Bucefal who found me."

Phantom ducked under the shot from crossbow from the roof.

"Don't want to hurry you or anything, but we have a problem now," Danny said loudly, looking back and seeing the approaching cavalry guards.

"I'm trying!" She yelled, before they abruptly turned to another narrow street. Guards were still on their tail. Silently cursing, Phantom started to look around for any way to slow them down.

Suddenly from the corner emerged another guard. He had a wooden pike, like that one knights held during tournaments. How he was able to was beyond Danny's mind. It was twice bigger than him for Ancients' sake! And it was dangerously close to them. Phantom managed to hold the tip of the pike, but the guard tried to push him down, what turned into battle for dominance. This guy was strong if he managed to stay for so long against ghost's strength. Or his grip on his horse was too tight.

Looking at the guard, Phantom suddenly pulled him, not pushed. Surprised guard finally lost his balance and fell on the rocky path with a loud noise of scorching metal. His horse meanwhile ran into the nearest merchant's stand. The only thing Danny heard was "My cabbages!"

Now he had a weapon in his disposal. But there was another obstacle on their way. The gates, which were about to close. This guys were REALLY persistent. Danny needed to think fast. He took out the Gem of Life. It was useless right now, he didn't have a Gauntlet, but...he has only one shot, if the legends were true. Holding it in his fist, Phantom directed his energy inside the gem. Sam noticed the bright red light behind her and looked back. Danny's eyes were closed and his breath was stuttering. Then they snapped open, revealing natural red and green orbs.

"Duck!" He exclaimed with echo in his voice. She didn't wait long and did as was told. A red blast erupted from his hand and hit the gates, before they literally sprang to life and dropped down, despite the guards' efforts to close them.

Once they were out of the city, the gates closed by themselves. There was a detail which creeped Sam out. The gates now had blinking eyes and dreamy grin on them.

So that's what the gem does. Gives life, no duh.

"Now, Danny, would you kindly to..." he suddenly fell on her.

"Flames, I think...I think my heart stopped," he panted, "How do you...how do you live with it?"

Before Sam could answer, Phantom fell unconscious.