(This is part of a battle I'm in with Marz872. This is my Finn/Flame Princess story… find hers on her page. NOTE: You need to have seen "Incendium" to get the first bit.)
Hello, my name is Flame Princess… I live in the Fire Kingdom with my father, Flame King. I used to be entertained my childhood friend, the Jester (even though he was really boring after a while), or a serenade from one of my musicians… then I met someone… new. This is my story about one time with him.
When I woke up, I was in his arms. I rested for a moment, then in rage… I flared up. I could feel my hair was down, and I was stinging all over my body. Regrettably, I went off on him.
"What's wrong with me, huh? You don't like me?" I spat out. "I like you!" He spoke, leaving me blushing. I stared out at the boy, Finn… my age apparently, in front of me. He was gorgeous. A golden blonde with sky blue eyes, filled with determination. And yet, he hates me. I sound like an angsty tween, huh? But he told me so. I don't know what came up in my mind but a dark cloud messing with my senses and jurisdiction. Without thinking, I slapped him, singeing his handsome face. "Don't ever mess with me again!" I left the room in a whirl of flames.
I heard his friend talk about who I was, and where I was from as I left the room, full of mixed emotions, all multifaced on their own. I decided against my better judgement to go to a land in which I could go off and think to myself. I went off a long ways into a kingdom of ice, which I got to through a magnificent kingdom filled with delicious sweets everywhere… I even saw a girl made of bubblegum. I smiled, enjoying how pretty she looked, and wondered why the prince had chosen me. I even saw a man in the kingdom of ice with a long white beard and pale blue skin. He must of seen me, because he waved in my direction along with the cute penguin next to him. His beard began to flap and he slowly met up with me. I continued to streak across the sky, like a shooting star, and I saw him next to me.
"You're a princess… right?" He asked, I turned. I saw the crown on his head. "Yes? Why?" I snarled. I didn't have time for this, I needed to get away from everyone. "How old are you, dear princess?" He smiled, slightly laughing. "13." I said. He frowned, and began to fly away. "Well, that's two things. You're made of fire and too young." He flew back to the castle he was at. I sighed. Now, I had two people who hated me. This was going to be a long several days.