[Third Person POV]
Location: Ghost Zone – Aragon's Kingdom
Cold, green mist coiled around the towering spires of Aragon's medieval citadel, the faint glow of ectoplasm illuminating its jagged stone walls. The kingdom stretched endlessly below—haunted forests, rivers of spectral energy, and floating chunks of ruined castles suspended in the eerie emerald void.
Inside one of the tallest spite towers, Maddie Fenton stood near a narrow, barred window, the faint light painting her face in ghostly shades of green and blue. Her once-bright jumpsuit was gone and replaced an old fashion dress, and her once-steady hands trembled faintly as she braced them against the cold stone ledge.
"Of all the places to end up," Maddie muttered with a weary sigh, her voice echoing faintly through the chamber. "Why did it have to be here—the one place where my ghost-hunting equipment refuses to work?"
Her tone was bitter, but there was exhaustion laced beneath it. She looked down at the metal bracer strapped around her wrist—her old hidden wrist blaster. For months now, she had done the same ritual, hoping beyond reason that this time it might respond.
With a small click, the compartment slid open and the familiar hum began to rise—only to sputter and die with a weak spark. The device gave a pathetic whine before fizzling out completely, a few blue sparks popping from the joint.
"Figures…" she muttered under her breath, lowering her hand. The faint smell of ozone faded as quickly as her hope.
For a long moment, she simply stood there, gazing out the window at the endless expanse of green. All she had left were her thoughts—memories of her family and the echo of what she'd lost.
Jack. Jazz. Danny.
Her heart clenched painfully at the thought of her children. She could almost hear their voices, almost imagining them bursting through the door like they used to, bickering or laughing or asking what's for dinner .
"Jazz… Danny…" she whispered softly, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please… be safe."
She had prayed that same prayer a thousand times, and she would pray it a thousand more if it meant her family still lived.
But then—suddenly—something shimmered in the air beside her.
A faint distortion rippled through the tower, and an illusionary projection—her own reflection, yet not quite—began to take shape. The translucent image of Maddie herself hovered before her, eyes blank and expression serene.
Her breath hitched. "What—?"
Before she could react, the image drifted forward, aligning perfectly with her body.
And then, it merged.
A flash of white light filled the tower, and Maddie's scream echoed through the walls.
"AHHHHHH!!"
The sheer rush of energy sent her collapsing to her knees. Pain and confusion flooded her mind as two sets of memories—two versions of herself—crashed together. She saw flashes of the Ghost Portal explosion, the blinding light, the chaos of that night. But among it all, she also saw something else—Danny. Her Danny. Alive. Fighting. Breathing.
Her laughter and tears collided into one chaotic, unhinged sound. "He's alive… my boy's alive…" she sobbed between hysterical gasps of laughter and pain.
The door to her chamber burst open with a crash as two of Aragon's armored knights stormed in. Their heavy boots clanged against the stone. "What is the meaning of this screaming?!" one barked, raising his halberd.
Maddie slowly lifted her gaze toward them. Her tear-streaked face was half-hidden behind her hair, which had grown considerably, but when she looked up, both knights froze. Her eyes—once a soft blue—now glowed with an eerie, vibrant neon green.
"Move," Maddie said in a low, commanding voice, forcing herself upright. Her tone carried a newfound weight. "You're standing in the way between me and my son."
The knights exchanged a glance, both wary yet defiant. "We're sorry, madam," one said stiffly, "but His Majesty's orders were clear—no one leaves this tower."
Something in Maddie snapped. A furious fire ignited deep within her—a flame fueled by fear, love, and desperation. She could feel Danny out there, lost and hurting, believing that he was alone. That his family was gone.
"No…" she said, her voice trembling but growing stronger. "No, I won't accept that."
Her eyes flared brighter. "Nothing will stand in my way between me and my son. Not walls. Not soldiers. Not even death itself."
The knights hesitated, and then one took a step toward her, shaking his head. "Please, don't make this harder than it—"
"MOVE!"
Maddie surged forward. The knights reached to restrain her—but their hands passed straight through her. Their eyes widened in shock.
Maddie looked down at her own hands, her breath catching as her fingers flickered with translucent green light. The texture of her skin shimmered, her form no longer entirely solid.
"I… I went through them…" she whispered, staring in disbelief. Being human in the Ghost Zone often meant strange reactions to the realm's energy—but this? This was something else.
After so long trapped in this place, something within her had changed. Her body was no longer normal, but rather supercharged.
Her shock quickly turned to resolve. She clenched her hands into fists and looked toward the open doorway with fiery determination burning in her eyes.
Her voice was soft, but it carried with unshakable conviction:
"Don't worry, Danny…" she said, stepping forward, her body beginning to fade into ghostly light as she ran. "Mama's coming."
…
Location: Ghost Zone – Rome's Colosseum
Suspended within the vast, swirling emerald expanse of the Ghost Zone, an island of stone and memory drifted endlessly. At its center stood a monumental coliseum—an enormous arena forged from glowing green ectoplasmic marble. Faint mist hung in the air, glowing faintly like fireflies caught in a breeze.
Inside, the stands were filled to the brim with countless spirits—specters, phantoms, and shadowy warriors—all roaring with unrestrained excitement. Their cheers echoed like thunder through the hollow expanse, shaking the very foundations of the floating island.
At the heart of the arena, under the cold green light, a battle was taking place.
A colossal ghostly Chimera—its lion's head wreathed in flame, its serpent tail hissing venom, and its bat-like wings folded in agitation—stalked its prey across the cracked stone floor. Its prey was none other than Jazz Fenton, her breathing sharp and panicked as she sprinted across the arena.
She wore a set of Roman gladiator armor—tarnished bronze, faintly tinted green by the ambient ectoplasmic glow. In her hands, she clutched a sword and shield, their edges dull and worn from countless clashes. Sweat mixed with spectral dust streaked her face as she ran, her heart hammering in her chest.
The Chimera's bellow shook the air, a deep, monstrous sound that vibrated through her bones. Then it reared its lion head back—and with a guttural roar, unleashed a wave of emerald fire.
The blast struck the ground just behind her, the explosion throwing Jazz off her feet. She hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the air from her lungs as she slid across the arena's surface. The taste of iron filled her mouth.
"Get up… come on, get up!" she muttered to herself, scrambling to her knees. Her body screamed in protest.
The Chimera didn't give her time. Its snake tail whipped forward, striking with the speed of a whip. Jazz barely managed to raise her shield, but the blow was too strong—the shield was ripped from her grip and sent spinning across the sand before shattering into pieces.
She barely had a second to react before the creature lunged. Its enormous jaws descended toward her, fangs glinting with ectoplasmic venom.
Jazz brought her sword up just in time, the blade catching between the Chimera's teeth. The impact sent a shockwave down her arms, her muscles trembling as she struggled to hold her ground. The creature snarled, pressing harder, cracks beginning to spread across the weapon's steel.
Her strength faltered, her body shaking. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. But then—something else happened.
Just like Jack and Maddie before her, a faint, transparent silhouette appeared behind her—a reflection of herself, shimmering like an echo. The ghostly image drifted closer, hovering over her before merging into her body.
The moment their essences touched, Jazz's eyes snapped open.
A surge of memory—of fire, pain, fear, and family—flooded through her. Two sets of thoughts, two versions of herself collided in her mind, and a cry tore from her throat.
"AHHHHH!"
Her entire body trembled violently as tears mixed with grit on her cheeks. And then, her expression changed—her eyes glowing bright green, blazing with fierce, determined light.
"Danny…" she growled, her voice low and trembling with raw emotion.
The Chimera bit down harder, and the cracks along the blade spread. But Jazz didn't back down. The glowing light around her began to intensify—an aura of spectral energy building around her armor, trailing like mist. Her hair shimmered, a single streak of snow-white cutting through her fiery red locks.
Then came the explosion.
A burst of ectoplasmic power erupted from her body, fueled by her burning emotions, blasting outward in a shockwave that sent the Chimera flying backward. The arena floor cracked beneath the pressure, dust and green fire spiraling into the air. Her sword shattered in her hands, fragments glowing as they scattered across the stone.
For a heartbeat, silence filled the coliseum.
The ghostly audience, once deafening, went utterly still—staring down in awe. Jazz stood hunched over, her armor scorched and glowing faintly from within. Her breathing was ragged, every exhale a plume of mist.
"I have to fight," she panted, her words quiet but strong. "I have to survive. It's the only way we'll all be together again…" She clenched her fists, her voice breaking slightly as she whispered, "Wait for me Danny, I promise we'll all be together soon."
Her body began to move purely instinct—no thought, only resolve. She extended her hand to the side, and a swirling green portal of light materialized beside her. From within it, the black hilt of a weapon began to emerge—slowly, deliberately—as if the Ghost Zone itself was answering her will.
She reached out and gripped it.
The moment her fingers wrapped around the hilt, a surge of energy rushed through her arm. She pulled the weapon free—a magnificent emerald blade forged from pure ectoplasmic energy. Its edge flickered with green flames, casting an otherworldly glow over her face.
The sword felt alive in her hands. She could feel it hum faintly, as if connected to her heartbeat. It wasn't just a weapon—it was an extension of her very soul.
Without hesitation, she grasped the hilt with both hands—and then, with a fluid motion, she pulled it apart. The large blade split cleanly in two, forming a pair of sleek, thinner swords, each one burning with ghostly fire.
Jazz turned toward the Chimera, who was already recovering, its massive wings unfurling as it prepared to charge again. Her glowing eyes narrowed.
"Come on, then," she said, her voice low and steady.
The Chimera lunged forward with a roar.
Jazz crossed her blades in front of her and slashed the air. Twin arcs of emerald energy burst forth, forming a glowing cross that shot straight toward the creature.
The impact was thunderous. The energy strike collided with the Chimera mid-air, exploding in a blinding flash that sent the beast crashing into the far coliseum wall. Stone cracked and debris scattered across the arena floor.
For a moment, there was silence again. Then—
The crowd erupted.
Every ghost in the stands screamed in exhilaration, their cheers shaking the arena like an earthquake.
Jazz stood at the center of it all, breathing heavily, twin blades still glowing in her hands. She glanced down at them, the green fire reflecting in her eyes, and a faint smirk curved her lips.
"Oh Danny is so going to love this when he sees it," she whispered, her voice a mix of exhaustion and pride.
(Image of the blade in the comment section, not this paragraph comment but in comment section of the entire chapter)