So I was watching Danny Phantom: The Ultimate Enemy, and I couldn't help but be inspired to write this story. I'm actually doing some artwork for it on my DeviantArt gallery, and this story idea is where I got my inspiration to create that art. I hope everyone enjoys this story, and have a very blessed day.

*I don't own Danny Phantom or Boruto: The Next Generation. But if I did, then Danny wouldn't have gotten together with that gothic hypocrite, Sam (not bashing the ship), and Boruto would have had a better relationship with his father.*

Dialogue Key

"I'm going ghost!" = Regular Speech

'Stupid ghost hunters.' = Someone's Thoughts

"Shadow Clone Jutsu!" = Someone Yelling

"BIJU BOMB!" = DEMONS & SUMMONS TALKING

'MAYBE HE'S THE ONE YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT, OLD MAN…' = BIJU & SUMMONS THINKING

Prologue

Walking through the woods of a foreign country where technology is far more advanced than it is in the Elemental Nations is a fourteen years old boy who looks to be in terrible shape. He has blonde semi-spiky hair with a small ahoge, blue eyes, and two whisker shaped birthmarks on both sides of his face. However, his usually pale skin is bright red from a nasty sunburn, and it looks as though he's been on the move for a long time.

His blonde hair is matted with sweat and filth, easily sticking to his forehead, and he's incredibly thin from having not eaten anything in a very long time. So long that his body has literally started eating itself. His footwear have long since been destroyed from continuous travel which has caused the soles of the lad's feet to become blistered, cut up, and bloody. And he's got dark lines under his eyes that show a serious lack of sleep.

"Dammit…! If I don't find a town soon… get work… I'm not gonna last any longer…!" the boy said to himself through his labored breathing.

He hissed and brought a hand to his side, obviously in pain. Removing his hand, the child saw that it was covered in a lot of blood which meant just one thing.

"One of my wounds opened back up again. I guess my stitching abilities still aren't up to par." he mumbled, grimacing from the pain. "Why'd I have to get ambushed by those bandits on my way to port? I thought for sure that those deeper wounds would've healed over during the trip to this country, even with mediocre stitches."

The boy finally fell to the ground as heavy fatigue set in. His vision grew blurry as his life blood began to pool at his side near what looks like some kind of road. Not that he noticed. All the boy could do was lie there and feel like utter shit due to multiple factors. None of which show any signs of improvement.

"So this is it, huh…? Boruto Uzumaki… he died hungry, helpless… and alone…"

The now named Boruto started to sob as what little bit of water left in his system began to fall in the form of tears. With the last of his strength, he reached into the tattered remains of his shirt and pulled out a necklace. It's a simple necklace formed from a strong cord and a very rare jewel-like snake scale known as a Reverse Scale. The only thing he has left to remember a dear friend of his, even if said friend would have never openly admitted to it.

"I'm sorry… Garaga… but this… this is… the… end of the… road…"

Boruto breathed out a sigh as he fell unconscious due to blood loss and his weakened state. Fully expecting to become nothing more than a meager snack for the buzzards, or whatever scavengers live in these woods. He certainly wouldn't have expected what was about to happen to him to happen now.

"Maddie, look over here!" shouted a man's voice.

"Oh my God! Get the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle over here while I stitch up those wounds, Jack! Hurry!" cried the voice of a woman.

*To Be Continued…*

This is just the prologue, mind you, but I'm still working on drawing a title page for this story so I can find more inspiration for chapters of greater length. But for now, I think that future chapters will only be about 2000 words long, as that seems like the most I can do for now.

Anyway, I'll see you all in the next chapter.