Chapter 1:

I walked along the grass, head held high, searching for a sign of anyone or anything that would somewhat remind me of my old home. I knew in my heart that the person that lived here didn't want me here, but I decided to take a crack at it and see if she would forgive me anyways.

I took one look at the tree house and sighed. Last I heard she had moved into one of these. It looked creepy and dangerous enough to be her home, but I was hesitant. I glanced at the small shack that was connected to the large tree. It looked like it was about to collapse. Sage nudged me. I looked back at him and smiled.

"I guess it's now or never, isn't it?"

He nodded and nudged me closer to the door. I tightened my fist and knocked against it. There weren't any noises at first, but then I heard a few male voices. The knob twisted and the door flew open. There stood a lanky boy with dark blue shorts and a blue shirt. Covering his head was a hat that had animal ears of some sort; a rabbit or a bear, possibly. His fist was clenched around a sword. Next to him was a plump dog with wide eyes. Unlike his friend, he looked about ready to fall asleep then attack.

"Who are you?" yelled the boy.

His volume startled me. "My name is Giselle," I said with a slight stutter.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for someone," I explained. "Doesn't she live here?"

"I think you have the wrong tree house, sister," the dog barked.

I glanced down at him. "Oh, I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"Wait a sec," the boy said. "Who are you looking for?"

"My sister, Marceline."

The boy's eyes widened. He started flailing his arms around. "Bananas and graham crackers! You're Marceline's sister?"

"Uh, yes. I am."

"Great," the dog groaned. "Like one vampire wasn't enough."

"I'm Finn, and this is Jake!" The boy yelped with excitement. "We'll take you to see Marceline!"

"That's great," I said with a smile.

They both stepped out of the doorway. Finn looked over at Jake. "Hey, Jake, do you think you could give us a ride?"

I stared in shock. How were we supposed to fit on a lumpy dog?

"Sure thing." Jake took a step back and began to grow. He grew until he was almost as large as the tree house.

"Oh, my," I whispered. "A growing dog."

"Yeah, he's super cool." Finn smiled.

I grabbed Finn's hand and floated up to Jake. We got comfortable on his back. I glanced down at Sage. "We're heading to Marceline's, Sage. I'll let you know where I am when we get there!"

"Cool wolf," Finn said.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"We're here," Finn said.

I glanced down and saw a cave. "She lives in a cave?"

"Well, yeah. To protect her from the sun—wait a second, how are you not shriveling up and dying?"

"Oh, because of this ring." I held out my left hand. "My mom gave it to me. It tricks my skin into thinking it's night time."

"Sweet! I love playing tricks on skin!"

I looked at him curiously and giggled.

"Are you ready?" Jake asked.

"Uh, guys, I better do this alone. I haven't seen my sister in about nine hundred and eighty-eight years."

"Oh, yeah. There might be some intense tension going on in there. Call us if you need back up!"

"I will!" I said, as I floated down and landed on the ground. Alright, Giselle. It's time to face the monster of nostalgia.

I flew into the cave and saw a cute little house. I planted my feet on the ground and started walking towards it. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

In a few seconds, Marceline opened the door. She stared me down with wide eyes.

"Hi," I croaked.