"At last, my plan is about to be completed, and the world will fall to my knees, because I'll obtain the power only seen by gods!" Danny had seen enough villains to determine one. And rather stupid one for that matter, because what normal villain will make a long speech, accompained by maniacal laughter. He wondered where were the lighting strikes and if it wasn't happening in an abandoned mansion on a mountain. You know, to make the cliche absolute.

Vlad wasn't like this, that's for sure. Of course, he liked bragging about his fruitloopish plans, but never made speeches of them.

The fog surrounding him was becoming thinner, so he could see two silhouettes. Danny moved his hand on the floor, and noticed some liquid under him. Phantom's eyes widened in worry. He really hoped it wasn't what he thought it was. Danny attempted to stand up, and was actually surprised that he could. Usually summoners take measures in order to prevent any hostile actions against them. It meant two things. Either the summoner was too weak, or the ritual was imperfect.

Meanwhile Dovahkiin was making different assumptions about the crazy dunmer. Honestly, if not for the bloody ritual, he would have laughed at him, since it looked like this guy was straight from Shiverring Isles. Sheogorath would have been proud for having such a follower. If he wouldn't have made a bracelet from his inner organs, that is.

Suddenly he saw something move inside the fog. Dragonborn took the battlestance and braced himself for what was about to come out of there. If even half of what that nutcase said was truth than he is in fight for his life. As if dragons weren't enough for poor Nirn. Now there will be something equal to Oblivion Crisis.

Then the smokescreen cleared and to say that he was surprised will be an understatement. At first glance it was...a boy.

It seemed to be around seventeen, barely an adult. The being obviously preferred to disguise as human. It didn't have pointed ears, fur or scales, so it was obviously a human disguise.

It had rather long pearly white hair, which seemed to flow along with nonexistent wind. They were accompanied by glowing eyes, greener than anything Dovahkiin saw before. Its entire body was surrounded by ethereal glow, which completely destroyed any theory that this being was mere mortal. The oddest thing were its clothes. It wasn't armor, yet its purpose for fighting was obvious. Mages were wearing only robes, after all, and it didn't make them any lesser threat.

It was one piece body suit, made from strange black material. White outlines were going across the chest and unknown green symbol. There were also white gloves, which had black and green lines on the edge. Same about boots. Some strange cylindrical device was tied to its arm. What devious purpose it served was unknown.

The being blinked, before looking at his surroundings with calculating look, without saying a word. Even Dovahkiin unwillingly felt goosebumps when that eyes landed on him. But before it said anything, and it obviously looked like it intended to do so, the being's attention turned to its summoner.

"I expected you to be more...threatening," the necromancer said.

Phantom meanwhile raised his eyebrow, he never saw something like that gray skinned guy.

"You are the one who summoned me?" The being asked, tilting its head. Its voice had an echo, not the one you have when inside big cave, it seemed to come from him directly.

"YES! It's me, mighty Idris, and I'm now your new Master, Pariah!"

"Wait, you think I am PARIAH?" The being's voice was full of amusement as it pointed at itself.

"Of course you are, don't meddle with your Master, servant!"

"Pal, do you have ANY idea how Dark looks like?" The boy crossed his hands. "Fifteen feet tall, black and red armor, eyepatch, don't you have any image or something?"

"Then how do you know how he looks like? Are you his herald?"

"Herald?!" The being's shoulders sank. "Are you serious right now? And what's with that smell..." he looked around for the source. "Holy nuggets!" He suddenly exclaimed, looking down.

Murdered people all around the floor seemed to disgust and horrify him for some reason. Strange reaction for someone who is summoned that way.

"Those are required sacrifices. Like them?"

"Are you freaking kidding me?! That's sick! You are insane!" It yelled as its hair flowed more fiercely.

"And what are you going to do about that, slave? You cannot harm your master! Now go and kill the Dragonborn!"

The being dropped its head, ignoring the order, and looked on the floor. Suddenly, it grinned toothily, revealing razor sharp canines. It laughed loudly, throwing its head back.

"What's so funny?!" The necromancer asked.

"You mistook letter 'O' for 'U'. How is this even possible to make such a mistake?"

Dunmer's eyes widened in horror as he realized what that little mistake meant. "D-don't ap-proach me, monster!"

His hand sparkled with electricity as he prepared to shoot a spell, but the white haired person only raised its hand and lifted the mage in the air. The being noticed the purple wall and sized it.

"Hm, nice barrier. Let's check how tough it is."

It swiped its arm and threw the dunmer into the wall. But the mage disabled it and fell right in front of Dovahkiin. But the armored man didn't pay attention to the downed nutjob, instead focusing on the supposed godly being, who was slowly approaching him. The being narrowed his eyes at the nord.

Deciding not to waste his time, Dovahkiin attacked. With a loud roar he swung his blade, but the being parried the strike with summoned green blade. Dragonborn raised an eyebrow, he never saw GREEN sword. Weapons from Oblivion were purple and foggy, and were daedric in design. This one reminded him about Blades' weapons.

"That's all? Not even a greeting?" The being asked cockily.

It pushed Dovahkiin back, and that surprised him. It surely was stronger than looked. Speaking of, every Daedric Prince could beat any mortal, Dragonborn or not, with a snap of the fingers. And if this being was told to rival them ALL, there was no telling what it can do, yet it was holding back. Most probably it was for entertainment purposes. Yet, it preferred to spend next ten minutes parrying and attacking with a simple sword.

It tried to penetrate his defenses, but Dovahkiin was a skillful swordsman. Yet, the being thought up the maneuver. It pretended to repeat the previous almost successful attack, swinging the blade at the lower part. Dragonborn obviously lowered his shield to protect himself, but he didn't expect a sudden change in direction and the blade left a nasty cut on his another hand. Not enough to completely disable the arm, but it was painful.

"Fus...Ro Dah!" Dovahkiin shouted.

The soundwave he created slammed the being into the wall. The being yelped loudly in pain. It touched the back of his head and its glove was strained by glowing green liquid. Dovahkiin guessed it was its blood. Its eyes widened in shock as the sword dispersed. The being glared at its opponent.

"And here I hoped for civil conversation," it deadpanned.

Its hand ignited with green light, before it shot some magical blast. Dragonbron raised his shield and it protected him. But he noticed the scorch mark on it and realized that he better avoid being hit. The being continued firing, and Dovahkiin ran behind one of the coffins, almost dancing to avoid being hit. The being stopped shooting. Thinking quickly, Dragonborn dug in his small bag and took out a small white vial. In one gulp he emptied it, before he flickered out from visible spectrum.

The being approached the coffin, before looking behind it. It looked confused for a moment. Dovahkiin meanwhile took his bow and loaded an arrow, before letting it loose. But the being perked up and caught the arrow inches from his face.

"Playing dirty, huh?" It grinned. "It takes two for tango."

Then it became invisible as well.

'Just wonderful,' Dovahkiin groaned mentally.

"Laas Yah Nir," he didn't shout but whispered. His vision became more clear, and he could see where the being stood. One step near him.

He immediately received a strong punch in the face, just a second before the potion worn off. He heard a boyish laughter behind, before seeing his attacker.

"For the note, I have a very good hearing," the being crossed its hand with a smirk.

Dragonborn got on his feet, before fixing his jaw. He tried to think up what to do, panting heavily. He dug in his bag again, and drank a green liquid from another vial, feeling his strength returning to him. The being meanwhile watched him curiously. Yet again, its attitude surprised the nord. Why wasn't it attacking while he was vulnerable? It was either mocking him or wanted something from him. Probably the first one, but it didn't hurt to ask.

"What do you want?" He asked.

The being blinked. "So you can talk, after all. Good to know. You two shouldn't have summoned me. I hate being summoned already," the being spat, glaring at its opponent.

"What...are you talking about? I tried to stop that idiot from letting YOU come into this world."

The being blinked. "Oh," was everything it said, before laughing awkwardly and wincing in pain from abrupt movement. "I believe we are in serious misunderstanding here."

"What is there to understand? Whatever you are I'm going to send you where you belong, monster."

Suddenly, they all heard a snarl. They both turned to its source. Draugrs finally woke up. Not surprising, considering how much noise they created. With a characteristic sound they broke out of their coffins and started to climb out of them, taking the weapons they were buried with. Phantom's eyes widened.

"What are those things?" He asked, before his hand glowed green again.

"Draugrs," Dragonborn said, taking battle stance.

Danny recalled something about Scandinavian mythology. But damn, he really needs to pay more attention on lessons. They both didn't have time to think this straight, because the undead quickly approached them.

They got separated and were fighting two groups of draugrs. Dovahkiin didn't have hard time slaughtering the stupid undead. He kicked the nearest one with his shield, the draugr stumbled back and he used the opportunity to slash into its heart. Dovahkiin then blocked the hit of two handed axe and grunted from the effort. The battleaxe almost got him, piercing through the wooden shield. He quickly unstrapped the shield and released his hand. His shield was now part of the weapon. With a roar, he chopped off the draugr's head.

Danny meanwhile didn't have any melee weapons, and honestly, he didn't see the need. His raw ghostly power was more than enough. He charged his fist with ectoenergy and hit the nearest undead with all strength he had. Needless to say, he hit the spirit out of the body. Literally. He never killed, but sending the dead souls where they belonged seemed legit.

"Yahoo, wanna play, partners?" He asked loudly as stereotypical cowboy, charging ectoblasts on his pointing fingers.

He started firing there and there, and everything turned into shooting range. He started firing at everything what moved. The fact that they seemed to come from hidden rooms only added more fun. Some actually managed to run to him, but Phantom used telekinesis to get an iron dagger lying nearby. Becoming intangible to let the swing of greatsword go through him, and the one who held him fell forward because of inertion. Danny pierced the crumbling skull with the dagger, before ducking another attack. Since the dagger was stuck in the skull, Phantom charged another blast with his entire palm and fired, frying the draugr.

Then he looked at that strange human and noticed that one of the draugrs was approaching him from behind. Without contemplation he shot at the undead. Dovahkiin saw the green light behind, and for a second he assumed the worst, but then heard a screech. He took a glance on the downed draugr, before looking at his savior.

"You are welcome!" Danny shouted and grinned.

After a few more minutes the last undead was finished, and both fighters panted in exhaustion.

"Phew, that was fun," Danny laughed, looking up from his knees and on the Dragonborn.

"Why...did you save me?" He asked the apparent teen.

"I told you that there was a misunderstanding," Phantom smiled. "If you know how to send me back it will be appreciated."

Dragonborn's eyes widened. "Wait...you WANT to go back?"

"Of course. I was summoned against my will, so do you know the way for me to return?"

"Uhm, actually, no, I don't."

The ghost teen sighed sadly, running a hand through his wild hair. "Should have known. You don't look like the one to know, no offense."

"I'm not a damn mage."

"So you have magic here? Interesting," Phantom looked around. "Eh, where exactly is 'here' by the way?"

"You don't know? You are in Nirn."

"Wha?"

"Tamriel? Empire? Skyrim? Doesn't that sound familiar?"

"I dooon't have a clue what you are talking about, dude."

A silence settled between them. Dragonborn was silent because he couldn't believe that that...boy, and his attitude surely fit his apparent age, didn't know anything at all. Even Daedra, the creatures from another plane of existence, knew about the mortal plane even more than mortals inhabiting it. Whatever this boy was, he was not from Oblivion.

Phantom meanwhile was trying to deal with the situation he was in. And it was damn hard, he was freaked out of his mind. He didn't know a way to return home, he didn't know what to do in another world, he didn't know anyone who could help him return home. Wait, maybe the one who summoned him knew the way. Danny looked around for the necromancer, but there wasn't a single sign of him.

"Where did that nutjob go?" He asked.

Dragonborn looked around, too. "Probably ran away during the fight," he said, sighing. "I'm not going to be paid."

"So, you are here to kill the guy?"

Dovahkiin nodded. "Markarth steward asked me to investigate people's dissappearances. And it seems like I found my answer."

Phantom lowered his head in shame. "It's my fault. That bastard wanted to summon me and he killed them for that."

Dragonborn was surprised by the boy's care about their deaths. "He...didn't want to summon YOU, right?"

"Yeah. I guess you are right," the boy smiled, before his eyes fell on Dovahkiin's injury he caused. "Does it hurt?"

"Don't worry about that, not the first time, kid. You ARE kid, right? Not some thousand years old eternal being?"

Danny laughed. "No, I'm eighteen, old man. I may not have medical diploma, but opened injuries may let infections inside. I think I have spare bandages."

He dug in his hidden pocket and took out some white piece of clothing. "Do you have any alcohol? Any drink should do fine."

Dragonborn raised an eyebrow, but dug in the bag. There was one small bottle of argonian wine, or at least what was left. He gave it to the white haired teen. Danny opened the bottle and sniffed, before grimacing. It was maybe too strong for a simple wine.

"Yep. That's just fine," he said sarcastically.

Dovahkiin watched with curiosity how Danny poured some of the crimson drink on the clothing. "Alright, give me your hand. It will sting, but this burn will prevent bloodloss. You ready?"

At the adult's nod, Phantom started wrapping the bandage around the wound. As he predicted, the warrior felt a strong sting. "Thank god I didn't damage any nerves or veins. They don't heal just like that," Danny said.

"You know a lot about healing," Dovahkiin noted, earning a small green blush.

"Heh, thanks, I guess, you haven't seen my friend's skills. She is the one I learned from."

"You have a friend?"

"Yes, I do. What, I'm a ghost, but that doesn't mean I can't have someone to care for."

"You are...a ghost? How can you touch me, then?"

"You probably haven't met proper ghosts. We ARE corporeal, as you can see."

"And can fry anyone you don't like," Dovahkiin deadpanned.

Still, Dragonborn didn't know how to feel about that. This boy died so young. He couldn't help but feel sorry for him. And still, he also was glad that the boy didn't seem to be devastated by it, he seemed to enjoy his...afterlife. Or he was very good in hiding his discomfort and sorrow.

"Here, done," Danny grinned. "Don't take it off for a few hours. It will help."

"Thank you, I guess. And your head..."

"Nah, relax," Danny waved his hand nonchalantly. "I'm already dead. The wounds will heal by themselves in a few minutes. I only need to wash my hair from blood.

"I see...I didn't actually get your name."

"Oh, where are my manners. My name is Danny. Danny Phantom."

"Well, Phantom...I guess I owe you an apology."

"Yes, you do."

"I thought you will say 'that's fine' and we will forget about what happened."

"Ghosts can hold a grudge," Danny grinned, before laughing. "Relax, I don't have anything against you. But...can I ask you something?"

"Go on..." Dovahkiin had a feeling he won't like the answer.

"I don't know how to get home. Can you at least tell me where I can find any information?"

"Hm, search in a College of Winterhold. There are a lot of mages, someone may help you, but I'm not sure. I never was there."

"Thanks a lot, oh wait. If it's not too much to ask..."

Dragonborn sighed, rubbing his temples. "You want me to show you where it is, don't you?"

"Well, I don't know anything about this world. If I start to wander around without any direction...Well, people ain't gonna like it."

"Uh, fine," Danny beamed at that. "But one little trick and you are going down, got it?"

"Crystal clear."

"Alright, we will go, but first there are some things I need to do. Follow me."

And Danny followed, completely unaware what journey awaits him.