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Something a little different to add into my next gen Danny Phantom fan-universe. Some of you may have remembered that I uploaded a pic of Prince Arthur of Aragon purfectprincessgirl.deviantart… , who is basically the eldest son of Princess Dorathea (known in the current timeline of my headcanon as "Queen Dorathea") and the new keeper of the Amulet of Aragon. Now, you may be wondering what Morgan (as seen in the picture) has anything to do with Arthur....but if you read closely at his bio...it might start to make some sense.

Here will be explaining how the two's fate will intertwine:

Morgan's POV:

*gliding through an uncharted area of the Ghost-Zone, aimlessly wandering about*

I couldn't believe it....of all the patrolling missions, NOW was the day I got lost? *glances down at her plasma cannon, sighing*

Oh man...Valerie will kill me if I don't return on time with my reports! *grunts at herself* All I had to do was glide on through here, see if any rogue ghosts are hiding, and zoom back...but did I pay attention to directions? NOPE! Just like the idiot I am, I just HAD to stop to look at the blooming Ghost Zone flora on several passerby rocks....and now look where I am! *finally looks up at what looked like a broken down and abandoned rock fortress, nearly shuddering at the sight*

Huh...looks like one of those scary villain castles from all those Grimm fairytales my Mom read to me. *holds up her scanner above some of the rock* Hmm...*looks at the results* Over thousands of years old..specifically during the Black Death era. Broken down and abandoned due to the countless amount of peasant deaths that occurred inside of the building structure.

*looks back up at the walls* Wow...that's really depressing...*feels a slight pang of pity, then takes a breath* But, as a Ghosthunter I still have a job to do...*pulls out her cannon* Ready or not ghosts, here I come....h-hopefully...

Arthur's POV:

*in dragon form, resting against a cool wall of rock with an injured paw*

*slowly sighs* seems like ages since I've last drew near this fortress...and yet still, I feel restless. *tries to move around, but suddenly hisses in pain at the pressure* Why did that venomous green-eyed wench have to twist my wrist so viciously...in this form I can barely move without cringing in pain! If only I could take off this damned amulet...but of course it just HAS to remain fused to my scaly form doesn't it-

*he pauses at the sound of a soft zoom ringing through the walls* Hmm? Did mother send in the guards to rescue me finally? Took them long enough...*he tries to move his head around to see, but ends up bumping his head against a harder rock* GAH!

Morgan's POV:

*was nearly finished scanning the area when she heard a loud thumb, practically scaring her out of her wits* EEP! D-DON'T YOU MOVE GHOST OR I'LL- *twirls around, but sees nothing in sight* Huh? But...I know I heard something! I don't understa-

*hears another thump* AHH! *pulls out cannon* W-WHOEVER'S MAKING THAT NOISE Y-YOU BETTER STOP IT!

Arthur's POV:

*was already groaning in pain when a shrilled shriek filled his ears, making him bump against the walls again*

Ugh...for the love of dear mother could I NOT have my head bang against these blasted-*about to move his head, when he realizes that there was a large enough hole to fit his head through* Huh...well THAT would've helped me out earlier...*rolls his eyes and peers through*

Now...that shriek I heard obviously wasn't one of the guards, I mean...no man's voice could possibly get that high *pauses* Er...well, except for Diggory the chambermonk, but clearly my mother's not stupid enough to send him. Now who on earth would make that noise if-

*once again pauses, only this time...he spots something he's never seen before. A figure, appearing to be female, was hovering through the rocky fortress, clutching to her breast what looked like a cylinder metallic weapon of sorts. Clearly young too, as her body appears quite underdeveloped. But one thing in particular was catching his attention*

Her hair...her wispy thin hair tied back in a tail...is a pure white color! Not like an elder's white tone....no. This girl's white hair looked fresher...vibrant...but also at the same time...delicate. Delicate....as a swan? No...a pheasant? No! I-It's as delicate as...as a...dove. A dove...like the one from my dreams! *his eyes begin to widen up and glow in realization of this observation*

Morgan's POV*

*still clutching her Plasma cannon carefully to her chest, Morgan is still panting in panic...but is slowly starting to calm down* Er...w-well...I-I guess it was nothing after all...*she starts to power down her weapon* Well, maybe there's nothing at all to be worried about after all, maybe....

*suddenly, as she gathers that thought...a piercing sensation occurs in the back of her neck. Her hair standing on end, Morgan gulps in fear, wondering if this meant...*

T-There's...something watching me...isn't there? *she asks herself this, as the last bit of bravery she has forces her to slowly crane her head, towards the glowing orange dragon eye peering right at her....

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So yeah...that whole scenario there should give an explanation of what's happening. Morgan's travelling through the Ghost-Zone, getting lost in a desolate rocky fortress. At the same time, an injured Arthur of Aragon (in his dragon form) is trapped in a cramped section of the fortress he squeezed through to hide from a vicious foe of his. Morgan tries to make the best of this situation to scan through for any rogue ghost baddies, but seemingly finds nothing out of the ordinary. That is...until the orange-eyed dragon himself makes a point of eyeing her through a hole in his cramped room (after recognizing an apparent feature of hers that reminds him of his prophetic dreams), forcing Morgan to confront the apparent ghostly "prowler"...

I apologize also in advance if the dialogue above seems a bit off or confusing at some points. I'm still not quite as used to writing POV dialogues like that, so I hope it wasn't too difficult for you guys to read .

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Morgan Fenton and Arthur of Aragon belongs to me,

Description
Something a little different to add into my next gen Danny Phantom fan-universe. Some of you may have remembered that I uploaded a pic of Prince Arthur of Aragon purfectprincessgirl.deviantart… , who is basically the eldest son of Princess Dorathea (known in the current timeline of my headcanon as "Queen Dorathea") and the new keeper of the Amulet of Aragon. Now, you may be wondering what Morgan (as seen in the picture) has anything to do with Arthur....but if you read closely at his bio...it might start to make some sense.

Here will be explaining how the two's fate will intertwine:

Morgan's POV:

*gliding through an uncharted area of the Ghost-Zone, aimlessly wandering about*

I couldn't believe it....of all the patrolling missions, NOW was the day I got lost? *glances down at her plasma cannon, sighing*

Oh man...Valerie will kill me if I don't return on time with my reports! *grunts at herself* All I had to do was glide on through here, see if any rogue ghosts are hiding, and zoom back...but did I pay attention to directions? NOPE! Just like the idiot I am, I just HAD to stop to look at the blooming Ghost Zone flora on several passerby rocks....and now look where I am! *finally looks up at what looked like a broken down and abandoned rock fortress, nearly shuddering at the sight*

Huh...looks like one of those scary villain castles from all those Grimm fairytales my Mom read to me. *holds up her scanner above some of the rock* Hmm...*looks at the results* Over thousands of years old..specifically during the Black Death era. Broken down and abandoned due to the countless amount of peasant deaths that occurred inside of the building structure.

*looks back up at the walls* Wow...that's really depressing...*feels a slight pang of pity, then takes a breath* But, as a Ghosthunter I still have a job to do...*pulls out her cannon* Ready or not ghosts, here I come....h-hopefully...

Arthur's POV:

*in dragon form, resting against a cool wall of rock with an injured paw*

*slowly sighs* seems like ages since I've last drew near this fortress...and yet still, I feel restless. *tries to move around, but suddenly hisses in pain at the pressure* Why did that venomous green-eyed wench have to twist my wrist so viciously...in this form I can barely move without cringing in pain! If only I could take off this damned amulet...but of course it just HAS to remain fused to my scaly form doesn't it-

*he pauses at the sound of a soft zoom ringing through the walls* Hmm? Did mother send in the guards to rescue me finally? Took them long enough...*he tries to move his head around to see, but ends up bumping his head against a harder rock* GAH!

Morgan's POV:

*was nearly finished scanning the area when she heard a loud thumb, practically scaring her out of her wits* EEP! D-DON'T YOU MOVE GHOST OR I'LL- *twirls around, but sees nothing in sight* Huh? But...I know I heard something! I don't understa-

*hears another thump* AHH! *pulls out cannon* W-WHOEVER'S MAKING THAT NOISE Y-YOU BETTER STOP IT!

Arthur's POV:

*was already groaning in pain when a shrilled shriek filled his ears, making him bump against the walls again*

Ugh...for the love of dear mother could I NOT have my head bang against these blasted-*about to move his head, when he realizes that there was a large enough hole to fit his head through* Huh...well THAT would've helped me out earlier...*rolls his eyes and peers through*

Now...that shriek I heard obviously wasn't one of the guards, I mean...no man's voice could possibly get that high *pauses* Er...well, except for Diggory the chambermonk, but clearly my mother's not stupid enough to send him. Now who on earth would make that noise if-

*once again pauses, only this time...he spots something he's never seen before. A figure, appearing to be female, was hovering through the rocky fortress, clutching to her breast what looked like a cylinder metallic weapon of sorts. Clearly young too, as her body appears quite underdeveloped. But one thing in particular was catching his attention*

Her hair...her wispy thin hair tied back in a tail...is a pure white color! Not like an elder's white tone....no. This girl's white hair looked fresher...vibrant...but also at the same time...delicate. Delicate....as a swan? No...a pheasant? No! I-It's as delicate as...as a...dove. A dove...like the one from my dreams! *his eyes begin to widen up and glow in realization of this observation*

Morgan's POV*

*still clutching her Plasma cannon carefully to her chest, Morgan is still panting in panic...but is slowly starting to calm down* Er...w-well...I-I guess it was nothing after all...*she starts to power down her weapon* Well, maybe there's nothing at all to be worried about after all, maybe....

*suddenly, as she gathers that thought...a piercing sensation occurs in the back of her neck. Her hair standing on end, Morgan gulps in fear, wondering if this meant...*

T-There's...something watching me...isn't there? *she asks herself this, as the last bit of bravery she has forces her to slowly crane her head, towards the glowing orange dragon eye peering right at her....

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So yeah...that whole scenario there should give an explanation of what's happening. Morgan's travelling through the Ghost-Zone, getting lost in a desolate rocky fortress. At the same time, an injured Arthur of Aragon (in his dragon form) is trapped in a cramped section of the fortress he squeezed through to hide from a vicious foe of his. Morgan tries to make the best of this situation to scan through for any rogue ghost baddies, but seemingly finds nothing out of the ordinary. That is...until the orange-eyed dragon himself makes a point of eyeing her through a hole in his cramped room (after recognizing an apparent feature of hers that reminds him of his prophetic dreams), forcing Morgan to confront the apparent ghostly "prowler"...

I apologize also in advance if the dialogue above seems a bit off or confusing at some points. I'm still not quite as used to writing POV dialogues like that, so I hope it wasn't too difficult for you guys to read .

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Morgan Fenton and Arthur of Aragon belongs to me,