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Spoilers: Season 5 for Buffy
Author's note: This idea came to me one day while I was watching Danny Phantom and wouldn't go away until I wrote
it. I hope you enjoy the story.
Of trees and champions
She had long dark hair and large blue eyes. She was thin, delicate, and most definitely a ghost. She wore a dress
of purple, black, and gold.
Danny wasn't exactly sure what to do about her. She wasn't attacking anybody. She sat on a branch of a large tree,
watching children play in the park. Her proximity to the children was what really worried him.
Taking cover, he changed into his ghost form. She didn't look at him as he floated into the tree, taking a seat on
a branch near her.
"That's cheating, you know."
Danny was so startled that he nearly fell out of the tree. Steadying himself, he said, "What's cheating?"
"The idea of climbing trees is to actually climb them. Using your powers defeats the purpose."
"Oh," said Danny. "Why are you...?"
"Don't worry, I'm just passing through," said the girl. "I have no desire to cause trouble."
"Any particular reason why you're watching these children?"
"Just trying to figure out if I was ever really a child."
Now that he was closer, Danny could see three tears in her dress with dried blood and three open wound on her stomach.
Long, thin wounds made by a knife. Around each wrist was a fraying piece of rope.
"I was nine the first time I killed another being," she said. "It was the night Pike died. Pike was the only man my
sister ever really loved. He died trying to protect me from my sister's enemies."
"Your sister's enemies?"
"She's a champion, like you," said the girl. "Only she fights Vampires instead of Ghosts... well except for that one
time... You don't know what a champion is, do you?" She sighed. "A champion is somebody who fights to protect those
who cannot protect themselves. Somebody who protects the innocents, without thanks, without reward."
'Were you a champion?" Danny asked.
"She shrugged. "Most of the time I was the one who needed to be rescued, but sometimes... Sometimes I was the one who
did the rescuing."
Danny wondered for a moment how much her life had resembled his own. How often she had fought against evil. "Was that
how you died?"
She gave him a look, those eyes of hers boring into him. "In a way, yes. If I hadn't died, everybody I know, everybody
I've ever cared about would have died." She brushed back a strand of hair. "I just wanted one last look around before
I moved on."
Danny was unsure of what to think of the girl. She was different from most of the ghosts he had met over the past few
months. "How did you die?"
"I was murdered four days ago," she said in a tone he couldn't quite identify. "But the police think it was suicide.
It doesn't matter, Buffy knows the truth. The Sunnydale Police are idiots anyway." She started to float away. "Well it
was nice talking to you. Maybe I'll see you again. If you're ever in the Ghost Zone, come by and visit."
"Who are you?" he asked, trying to find out more about the slightly disturbing ghost.
"I've been known by many names... Aruna, the Phoenix, the Key of Dimensions," she shrugged. As she floated away, fading
into a mist of purple and white, she said, "But you can call me Dawn. All my friends do..."
Danny stared at the obituary in front of him. The picture with the obituary was of a pretty, smiling girl. A girl so
different, and so similar to the ghosts he had met.
The eyes however were the same. They were the eyes of somebody who had seen too much, done too much. They were the eyes of
somebody who was dead inside.
"Who is she?" Tucker flopped down in a chair next to him.
"Is she a new enemy?" asked Sam, leaning over Danny's shoulder to read it.
Printing out the obituary, Danny closed the screen. "She's a champion."