Hello everyone. As some of you may know, I once had an Adventure Time story on here, but for whatever reason, it vanished. I'm not putting the blame on anyone or anything, and it also gives me the chance to reinvent the story. It starts off in a world of my own creation, the World with No Name. Fear not, though. After a much needed exposition, Ooo will quickly come into focus. Now, without further ado, here we are...

A world filled with darkness, the sky as dark as night as a red star glares down upon the planet, mercilessly, and the planet begins to burn. All life, all creatures, burn. Amongst the smoke and fires stands a lone figure, a tattered cloak of what once was green and brown covers his body. His head resembles that of a goat, with curled horns erupting from his skull. He laughs a dark laugh, speaking in some strange, evil language, before vanishing completely. A loud boom and crash is heard as the elements of this world begin to fight against the fire, to no avail. All life is gone, the planet has died. All that now remains is a barren rock, and a cackling laughter from some distant place, saying one phrase over and over again: "You've failed, human! You've failed!"

Skylliac awakes with a jolt, quickly looking around, feeling around to ensure his safety. He let out a long, contemptuous sigh. Skylliac had been having that dream almost every night now for the past week. At first, he let it be, but soon, it became more vivid, more evil, and this night was a culmination of the worst. But what worried him more is that the dream was not even directed at him, nor his world, but somehow, he had tapped in to a dream, perhaps a fear, of someone from another world, possibly another universe. He decided that he would finally discuss it, but only with the one person he trusted more than anyone in the world: Death, his friend from childhood. He knew that, somehow, she'd be able to help him out.

A Few Moments Later

"So, basically, what you're saying is, you're tapping in to some magical dream intended for something called a "human" in an entirely different universe? You know you sound like the old Oracle after he went crazy," Death said, sipping her tea from her skull cup. She and Skylliac had been friends for as long as they existed. Skylliac was very in sync with the magics of the universe, as she was in sync with the life forces, but even this was pushing it. She'd heard some crazy things from Skylliac before, but this one iced the cake, and she didn't want to have to address the council of elders about this. She remembered what happened last time. Skylliac, however, was beyond convinced that there was something bigger at play here.

"Listen, Death, I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out. Somewhere, maybe not in this universe, or in any universe near this one, but somewhere, this dream I'm having is a realistic possibility for that world. I've had it far to many times, and each time I've seen it, it's become more and more detailed, almost as if it is close to happening. I need to go seek the Elders. I need to use the Continuum Well." Skylliac might as well have told Death that he hated her guts. Death's face turned bright red out of anger, something she did only when the occasion truly called for it. Skylliac stepped back, gripping his tome of magics tightly, as Death took up her scythe, and spoke in a voice that could only be described as the voice of death; slow, smooth, and cold, yet with enough rage behind it to kill.

"You are a damned fool, Skylliac. It would be much easier, and much less painless for me, if I just severed your head from your shoulders with a single strike. To ask to use a holy artifact such as the Continuum Well without the eminent doom of all existence is like asking the family of a kid you murdered to forgive you and take you in to their household. You could very well be banished for simply uttering such words. I will not allow it, Skylliac. You will drop this subject immediately, and never to bring it up again. Your imagination has once again gotten the better of you, and you need to ignore it." Skylliac nodded slowly, understanding his best friend's point. Though she'd never admit it, she hated the very idea of losing him, and he felt the same way. For now, Skylliac would coincide with his friend's wishes, wanting no conflict... yet.

A Month Later

"How dare you bring up such blasphemy in this courtroom! Skylliac, the elders have heard enough of your nonsensical babbling, and want no more of it! You were given a chance at our last meeting to change your ways, but instead, you come seeking our blessing to further your insanity!" A large, powerful-looking man sat in the center of a semi-circle of older men and women, wore a red wig, and was yelling at Skylliac. Skylliac cowered back a bit, as he prepared for more yelling. Instead, however, a scream could be heard through the door as it flew open, Death floating in on the shadows of spirits, her scythe in hand.

"Elders! Wise ones! This fool does not know when his imagination ends and his rationality begins! Why do you not give him what he wishes so, just to prove to this madman that he is as crazed as his friends and loved ones have told him he was." The lead elder, the one in the red wig, looked at Death curiously, and spoke, in a gentler tone.

"You'd risk the life of your dear friend without so much as a second thought? Well then, I like the sound of your idea, but let's make it one better. Since you are so obsessed with this world you speak of, we shall find you such a universe, and there you will be banished until such a time as your return is deemed worthy. The Council of Elders has made their ruling, you are to leave tomorrow. Make your preparations quick, Skylliac! Besides, with your closest friend betraying you, I doubt you'll have much to do in the way of good-byes!" With that, Skylliac and Death were instantly teleported into Skylliac's living room. Skylliac was about to speak when Death slapped him across the face. She held his head still and stared at his eyes through her tear-filled eyes, speaking with great sadness.

"You're a fool, Skylliac, but you're my fool. I cannot stop you from doing what you think needs to be done, but you must promise me something, Skylliac. Promise me that, no matter what, you will come back to me in one piece!" Skylliac hugged his friend, holding her close, whispering the things she wanted to hear right into her ear. All that did was make her tears fall heavier, and eventually, Skylliac let go.

"I have to pack, Death. You know, you could always come-"

"No, Skylliac, I can't," said Death, sniffling, "I can never leave this place. I have responsibilities. I wish you the best of luck... just... return to me as you left. Sane and intact." With that, Death vanished in a puff of smoke, her tears evaporating into a dark mist. Skylliac sighed, as he knew this hurt her, and he wished it didn't, but it had to be done. However, contemplation and sadness would have to wait, for he had a lot to prepare.

The Next Afternoon

All of the immortals had gathered to view Skylliac's descent into the Continuum Well. This was a very special occasion, as none of them had ever seen it done before. Every one on the planet had come to view his departure, everyone but Death. She was no where to be seen. Skylliac could be seen looking into the well, taking a deep breath, shaking out of nervousness. Blant, the wisest and kindest of the council of Elders, stood by his side, sighing.

"Son, I know this is hard, but ultimately, it is what is best. I'm certain you'll do fine. Besides, with your tome of spells, and the elements that readily back you, no dark force should hinder your journey to understanding. No one is willing you die." Skylliac didn't look at the old man, and let out a sigh. He nodded his head, indicating he was ready, as the crowd cheered his name. He stepped toward the well, took a deep breath, told everyone to wish him luck, and jumped in.

The Land of Ooo

The land of Ooo, a wonderous and prosperous land. Many years ago, ancient scholars found that the planet they live on used to be named Earth, and looked much different from current times. The times before the Great Mushroom War were much darker, plagued with misery and sadness, but now that Ooo has been born, the world is a much happier place. Fantastical creatures of all shapes and sizes walk this world, from the powerful vampire to the delicious candy people, from the denizens of Lumpy Space to the mysterious Why-Wolves, the creatures of inquiry (and bloodlust). However, in a world where the extraordinary is ordinary, one hero stands out above all the rest.

This Hero is Finn the Human, the last Human thought to exist in all of Ooo. Finn didn't have much in the way of muscle, but at his core, he was as good as good can be, virtually incorruptible, or at least he liked to believe so. He was brave and strong, and pretty handy with weapons of all different shapes and sizes, but what he had more than anything was heart. Though he may not accept it, his ability to understand and care has changed many more lives than has his fists and feet. However, Finn is never alone in this journey. His older brother and closest friend, Jake the Dog, is a magical dog who can stretch a ridiculously large amount and reform his body into any shape. Together, Finn and Jake went on many adventures together, and saved the princesses of the land countless times.

Today was different, though. Today was Finn's 14th birthday, a day he had been long awaiting. His girlfriend, Flame Princess, and best friend, Marceline, had set up a huge party, and, with Jake's help, sent out invites to all the kingdoms in which Finn had friends. The party was to be held at the Candy Palace, courtesy of Princess Bubblegum, and was thought to be the biggest party of the year. Finn was in his room, clearing out most of his useless junk so he could make room for all the mathematical gifts he was planning on receiving.

"You know, Jake, going through all this old junk makes me realize something I never have before."

"What is it, buddy? That we've been through so much together, and all of this means something to you?"

"Nope. It makes me realize that we've never cleaned out the tree house." Both Finn and Jake laughed at this as they continued working. Nothing like a little humor to keep those work-juices flowing. They probably would have finished in a timely manner, too, if it weren't for a certain Vampire Queen that just happened to float into the house.

"You know... you two should really keep your windows closed. You can have some really strange people floating in here whenever they feel like it." Finn smiled at her while Jake, who still had a slight fear of her, jumped a little at her sudden appearance.

"Don't mind Jake," said Finn, "He still thinks you're here to suck out our red. So, Marcey, what brings you here? Monsters infesting the cave? Troll's bothering you?" Jake took an opportunity to chime in at this point.

"Oo, oo! I know! You're here because your house has been invaded by tiny ninja cats, and you need two super-fly, kung-fu masters to take care of them! Hi-yah!" Jake did a back-flip, and when he landed, his fist grew huge and punched through a board that Finn had thrown at him. Marceline just giggled a bit.

"No, you sillies. I just came to check on you guys. You picked a really weird day to do housecleaning. I mean, hey, it is your birthday, and the way you two live, you should be thanking Glob that you guys made it this far." Jake puffed up to appear bigger, and replied in a joking-serious tone.

"At least we don't have to go around in the day with stockings on our arms!" Marceline hissed and laughed at the same time, Jake chiming in. Finn, however, was staring out the window, looking at a smouldering spot in the ground.

"Hey guys, come check this flippin' thing out. It looks like some lava just fell from the sky, but left a person lying there in the middle of it. Maybe we should go check it out." Finn began to walk to the door, but Jake quickly stepped in front of him.

"Or MAYBE we can remember what happened the last time we went to investigate a strange a figure. I remember the Magic Man quite well, don't you?"

"But, dude, come on, he looks like he could be hurt. You know I'm the good guy, it's my job to help people who are hurt or in danger!" With that, Finn walked around Jake, and went outside to investigate the smouldering figure. The body had smoke coming from it, but was obviously still alive, and strangely wet. The man (as it was obviously a dude) appeared to be around 16 or 17, and had shoulder-length blue hair. His skin was a pale green, and his hands were clutching a very old-looking, but well-preserved book. He was dressed in some sort of green cloak, which covered tan clothing that looked plain enough. Without warning, Finn kicked the body a bit, and the guy opened his eyes, and shot up to a standing position.

"Wha... where am I?"

"Chill, dude. You're in Ooo, right next to the Treefort of awesomeness. I'm Finn the Human, who are you?" The dude's pale eyes went wide at the word "human", and he immediately bowed for the boy.

"I am Skylliac, human, and I am glad I found you, for we have much to discuss."

That's it, folks. I know, it isn't a lot, but I swear to Glob I'll be better about updating this one. As always, Read and Review. Criticism is always welcome, as are suggestions.

Also, a quick note regarding my Fire Emblem fan fiction, it has been temporarily discontinued. I do not know when I'll be adding anything to it, or if I ever will. Over the course of writing the chapters that were never posted, I lost many family members, and I have deemed the story cursed. I will certainly not even think of adding a chapter until my Uncle is out of the hospital. Better safe than sorry.

That's about it. Hope you enjoyed it!
MMD, out!

PS: Disclaimer is that I don't own anything or anyone from Adventure Time (save for a few made-up princesses and races I'll be using) or the Land of Aaa. I do, however, own all creatures (or my renditions of said creatures) in the World with No Name, including Skylliac and Death.