Thanks to all that read Finn Burning, Adventure Time SongFic Grenade, and Wait! I appreciate your support.

The Lich was tired of waiting. It was unusual for his immortal soul to feel anything beyond the perpetual storm of his misery, but today something stirred within the dark hollow where his heart once throbbed. An idea, born of ambition and nurtured daily by rage blossomed in his shallow core. He had ascended from the depths of despair in pursuit of the glorious supremacy he had envisioned for so long, for the escape that he sought so desperately, but thrice that dream had been crushed. The hero that had once walked so terribly close to his well of power had been spared by chance, a passing whim of fate. But the Lich couldn't grasp him. Death had no hold on the child. He had allowed the adventurer to slip between his bony fingers, and the boy had grown. This hero had power.

"Bring me the book," he commanded. The Lich stared at the fingers of his latest and most… appropriate host as his lips pulled back into what appeared to be more of a grimace than a grin. How fitting it was that this was the form in which he would finally destroy the hero. But how could he truly annihilate a foe so powerful? The Lich had been seeking an answer for far too long.

"M-master, the b-book," a quavering voice answered from behind. One of his numerous, pathetic servants held the book at the perimeter of his eyesight, and he snatched it from their trembling hands.

"The Enchiridion…" he whispered, stroking a hand across the leather cover. This tome contained all of the secrets of heroes, dating from the days of yore to the present. He had scoured the volume for a decade for ways to destroy the hero, and several tantalizing methods stood out. But after being separated from his initial body, he had grown weaker. He could no longer draw enough energy from his well of power to perform that kind of spell. And all the while, the blasted hero had grown stronger! The Lich snarled in anger and threw the Enchiridion to the floor.

Instead of landing on its cover, the book impacted the ground by its spine and flipped open. The Lich glanced at the upturned page and scowled. It was a children's bedtime story, something not even those psychotic heroes should've deemed worthy to have a place in the greatest tome of all time. He was about to order the same groveling servant from earlier to remove the book from his sight, but something caught his attention. The Lich retrieved the Enchiridion from the floor and held the story up to his eyes, reading it intently.

That was it! The answer was so simple, he laughed for the first time in a thousand years. He had discovered the crack in the hero's defenses, one that when correctly breached would become the basis of the necromancer's newly regained power. The Lich had a plan, and his new allies were perfect for carrying it out. Yes… he could taste victory already.

Dropping the Enchiridion, he walked a short distance to the mouth of the cave. He stared out over the land of Ooo, the world that would soon be his. All of his planning, waiting, and searching were on the verge of being fulfilled. He smiled wickedly.

The Lich was tired of waiting.