''I do,'' Danny said. ''He filled all their equipment with tree sap, then made them all look like modern versions of Tarzan before chasing them away. I refused to make him made after that.''
                          
            ''Would you have ever made him angry before that,'' Conner raised an eyebrow.
                          
            ''That's about as likely as me making you angry,'' Danny smirked. "Krinos is the scariest mystic I know. Even more so than the vampires and that says something."
                          
"Guess I should be glad that vampire teeth can't penetrate my skin," Conner chuckled.
                          
"You and me both," Danny snickered. "the last thing that any realm needs is for blood-sucking vampires to be powered by Kryptonian blood. Just imagining my vampire friend Erica with your strength level is terrifying."
                          
"But not as much as an angry Krinos, right," Conner smirked.
                          
"Very true," Danny says. "Nature is literally life to Krinos. As the lord of nature, he lives as long as there is nature in the world. As long as there is even just a single blade of grass left, he lives. It is a terrible thing when a mystic fades. Not even dying, they just fade away when their life source is taken away."
                          
"Has it ever happened before," Conner asked.
                          
"Only once," Danny admitted. "Pan, the Greek god of the wild. He faded when there were basically no real wild places left in the world. His fading effected every nature, animal, and earth mystic in every realm. It was horrible."

"If we have anything to do about it, we will never let another mystic fade," Conner out his hand on Phantom's shoulder.
                          
"I appreciate it, Conner," Danny says. "I think I mostly just fear for White and the other sirens. They may have elements, but music is their heart and soul."
                          
"Even if I have to sing myself, I will always make sure there is music in the world," Conner comforted the ghost.
                          
"Thank you, Conner," Danny said.
                          
             Superboy stared at the half-ghost. There was just so much about him that he liked. His sarcasm and his wit. The smile that just makes you feel warm and happy inside no matter what you felt before. Not to mention he was as kick butt as you can get. And when he shows how much he cares about others, it is like the cherry on top of a sunday.
                          
            ''For the love of Rao, Kent, it's now or never,'' he yelled at himself in his head.
                          
              Superboy pulled Danny close and kissed him. At first, Danny was in shock. But after a few seconds, he kissed back. And by the gods was he ever happy that he did. They just melted into it. Complete and utter bliss.
                          
*****End Flashback*****
                          
Superboy watched as Phantom punched a giant hole in one punching bag and blast another into pieces. He was really letting out all of his frustrations, which was better than him doing it to a human being. Even if none of the team liked the Guys In White. But murder was definitely not going to ever be on their to-do lists.
                          
"It's unnatural what they're doing," Danny says.
                          
"Huh," Conner was confused.
                          
"They're messing with the nature that is life and death," Danny said. "There is a balance in magic when it comes to life and death. A balance that needs to be kept at all times."
                          
"Aren't there mystics that have dominions over the dead," Conner asked.
                          
"Not like some would think," Danny explained. "As a ghost, I understand more then others the delicate balance of life and death. If someone is meant to die, then that is fate. There is no way to avoid it. Death in itself is not good or evil, it is simply there."