The Halfa Prince (Book 1) *RE-MASTERED*

Chapter 5: Honesty is the Best Policy

Third Person POV 

Danny arrived home and was able to walk through the door a mere minute before his ten o'clock curfew. His parents didn't question his outing and he assured them that he grabbed dinner at the Nasty Burger. Saying he was tired, Danny went straight up to bed. The teen flopped onto his bed after shedding his regular clothes and changing into his pajamas. As Danny snuggled into his blankets he heard a tapping sound on his window. The teen grumbled as he looked at the window to see Fright Knight floating on the other side.

The teen got up with a start and tumbled out of bed, falling hard on the ground as his ghost sense went off. He winced, hoping his family hadn't heard him. After a few moments of silence, Danny deemed it safe and transformed to his ghost form, phasing through the wall and pointing to the roof before Fright Knight could say a word. The two flew to the roof and landed quietly. The young halfa turned to Fright Knight. "What's up?" He asked.

"I came to inform you that Plasmius still does not suspect anything." The bodyguard said. "How went your meeting with the Time Master?" 

"It was fine." Danny replied, glancing at his right hand absent-mindedly. 

Fright Knight noticed this but chose not to comment. It was not his place to question his Prince. He was there to protect, not interfere. "So," the ghostly knight began, "have you made your final decision on the Prince-ship?"

Danny froze. He now had the Ring of Rage in his possession, making him that much closer to being the next Prince or King or whatever you wanted to call him. He knew that he had both Clockwork's and Fright Knight's faith in him, but what about Danny himself? Danny sighed. "Until further notice, I am going to go through with this." Danny declared. "I am going to go along with whatever the Observants want and see where it takes me."

Fright Knight seemed to smile in the darkness cause by his helmet which hid his face. "That is good to hear, my Prince." The armor clad ghost walked closer to Danny and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I suggest you get some rest now sire. You have school tomorrow after all." He said gently.

Danny yawned in response and felt immediately embarrassed. He bid good night to Fright Knight and phased through the roof back down to his room. He transformed back into his human self and nestled under the covers, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

But Danny was not able to rest. His dreams were filled of him running through an endless corridor while voices shouted at him, demanding he help them or reprimanding him for not attending to his duties. Danny eventually startled awake in a cold sweat. He looked over at his alarm clock and saw that it read three o'clock in the morning. Danny sighed heavily as he flopped back onto his pillow. This Prince thing was killing him; he needed to talk to someone about this. The teen's eyes widened as his eyes went to his door. There was someone he could talk to but it might end in his death. Oh well, he was going to take his chances.

Danny slowly got out of bed and tip toed to his door. He opened it as silently as he could, closing it the same way, before creeping down the hall to his sister's room. He gently tapped on the door. No response. Danny opened the door, dashed into the room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to Jazz's bed and lightly grabbed her shoulder, shaking the older girl awake. "Jazz." Danny whispered. "Wake up."

The bright haired girl slowly creaked her eyes open. "Mm, what time is it?" She asked groggily as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"That's not important." Danny replied, waving off the question. He pulled on Jazz's arm to lead her into sitting upright on the bed. "I need to talk to you about something really important." He continued.

Jazz was immediately wide awake. She smoothed down her bed head and flicked on the lamp beside her bed. She patted the open space on the bed beside her and Danny took a seat. "What's wrong little brother?" She asked, giving the teen her full attention. Danny rarely came to her with anything; if he wanted to talk Jazz was going to be there to listen.