By: Garnet Sky
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman.
Tenn wore the traditional desert dweller’s robe, consisting of an inner robe of dark brown with long wide sleeves, held shut by a cream and burgundy striped sash-girdle, an outer robe hanging open, with cream and burgundy vertical stripes, and natural leather sandals. Danny could see that he was about 70 years old with long, grayish-white hair, mustache and full beard and the colorless eyes he’d come to associate with one of the strange Spectrum ghosts.
“This is Tenn of the Orange Triad,” Viridian explained as they came to a halt before another set of tall, dark ornate doors.
Tenn nodded before speaking. “These doors,” the old man said, “lead to the Halls of the Darker Spectrum. Lady Bright has informed me of your coming, Lord of Light and Darkness.”
Danny shook his head. Must have been the expression on my face.
Tenn raised his deep bass voice. “Inside you will find a large ring of malachite, half embedded in the floor. Pass through.”
“That is all I must do?” Danny inquired.
Tenn nodded his hoary head. “That is all.”
“Something else, Lord,” Viridian said, putting a cold hand on the youth’s shoulder. “Lady Bright’s task. You will know what must be done when you pass through the ring.”
“Could I ask another question?” Danny queried.
“Ask,” Viridian murmured, eyes flicking to the doors.
“Why does Tenn neither wear black, white, or the colors of his triad? He doesn’t even wear the same crystal necklace you and what was her name–Crimson?–wear.”
“It is not mandatory,” Viridian answered. “Most of us choose to identify ourselves with the time period we were born into as well as with our triads. The Thulian and Octarinian Triads wear white show our allegiance to Lady Bright; the Rainbow Triads wear black to show their allegiance to you, Lord of Light and Darkness.”
“You don’t like me much, do you?” came the last and final question.
“The queen has not laughed in many a year since you’ve disappeared,” came the short reply.
Tenn cleared his throat and pulled up the left sleeve on his robe showing Danny a leather thong beaded with tiny red-orange bloodcrystal beads. “They’re not always worn as a pendant,” he murmured, before pushing the doors open for the boy.
Danny steeled his himself for whatever or whomever he might find inside.
“You’re doing this to save Sam and Tucker,” he reminded himself.
A/N: Below is the physical description of Tenn. I used a book on period costumes to describe him and the other triadic ghosts you will meet as the story progresses.
Tenn- male, Dark Spectrum, Orange Triad
wears traditional desert dweller’s robe:
***inner robe of dark brown with long wide sleeves, held shut by a cream and burgundy striped sash-girdle
***outer robe-hangs open, cream and burgundy vertical stripes
***natural leather sandals
***about 70 years old, grayish-white hair, mustache and full beard; colorless eyes
***wears under left sleeve: black leather thong beaded with tiny red-orange bloodcrystal beads