An: Welcome, welcome, one and all! Time for a new tale, one that will be very mathamatical.

Now, firstly, how much do i enjoy being told "I don't normally like oc driven stories BUT" it makes me quite happy with myself. I believe the issue is people try to make that character them, and not their own person. Nikolai is nothing like me, but doesn't stop me from making him stupid fun to read. Although, we both hate pants...but that's besides the point.

Now, if you haven't read "Beast of Burden", go on and do that IF YOU WANT. You won't be lost beyond belief without it, but some parts won't make sense.

This has gone through many different plans, so lets see how it turns out...

But, because i am me...Let us begin.

Chapter 1: I Don't Wanna Set the World On Fire...

Finn the Human was a very...interesting creature. He was a artifact of a previous era, and he stood alone; not a human had been seen for era's, and probably will never be seen again. However, this never seemed to bother the plucky lad, who would have been called "The most energetic hero to ever walk Ooo". His life seemed to be prefect, he had many friends, a girlfriend who just happened to be a princess (even if she was made of fire) and enough money from all of his adventuring that he didn't even realize he was more wealthy then any other person in the lands.

During this sunny day, he laid asleep on the canopy of the tree, basking in the sun and thinking of things that all teenagers think about. Rolling to his side, he mumbled something along the lines of 'that feels good, FP' and exhaled. Truly, this was a rare thing for the hero; a lazy day.

That wouldn't last, obviously.

He awoke startled, hearing the crash of sound that shook Ooo to the core. Looking up to the blue sky, he saw the ugly red blob in it, looking as if the very air had been wounded in some sort of battle. Looking up at it, trying to focus on the paranormal shape in the sky, he saw something falling towards him.

Something that seemed to be moving very quickly.

With a large crash, he looked down the canopy at the crash site, nearly taking out the tree house. He saw some sort of...blue thing, glowing like a ethereal egg. Climbing down, he wished that Jake hadn't left for the weekend, saying something about a trip with Lady Rainicorn. Stepping onto the lush grass, he edged towards the small crater it had left. Looking down, it seemed to be magical in some way, and wondered what it would hatch into.

This, however, was dispelled when the 'egg' dissolved, revealing a very grumpy looking man. Said man was quite bulky, a shaggy beard covering part of his face. His hair was no better, reaching to his shoulders and looking like some sort of brown and mauled creature sitting on his head. His eye's were a light orange, which confused Finn a great deal. The man wore the same outfit any blacksmith worth his metal would wear. A thick black shirt and pants, and a even thicker white apron. However, the arms were bare, revealing the surprising feature of the man. Both arms were covered in strange glyph like symbols, apparently carved into his skin. They seemed to be colored black, almost resembling tattoo's if not for the indents. His hands were no different, symbols on each palm, finger and knuckle.

Coughing, the man stood up and looked at the small boy, a mix of anger and confusion in the strangly colored eyes. He yelled at him, but the language Finn didn't understand. "Um...mister scary smith guy, i don't know what your saying." he spoke slowly, attempting to talk to the strange space egg man.

Growling, he gripped the boys arm, causing him to attempt to pull away in fright of the action. The man held him still, and pulled a strange object from his pocket; a stick. The stick was no longer then a pencil, sharpened to a fine point. Adoring the flat end was a runic symbol that made Finn shutter just looking at it, glowing a light blue.

Before Finn could react, he brought it down and began to scratch a glyph into his skin, making him wince. Pulling away, he cried out. "What the glob, man!?"

"It's a rune of language, you dumb little kid." He growled out, slipping the stick into his pocket.

Frowning, he looked at the man, now understanding the foreign language. "What? How did you...that's mathmatical!" he cried, believing himself to be the owner of some form of super power.

"Not Really. My runes cover most of Uuu." he said, looking about. "Where the hell am i?"

"In Ooo?"

"You mean Uuu."

"No, Ooo. The one that looks like a donut. I never heard of Uuu before." the hero spoke, frowning.

Looking about, something clicked apparently clicked in the large and gruff man's mind. "Ah, i see. Some sort of parallel Dimension. No wonder the smell of magic is so weak." He said, scratching his beard.

"What are you talking about? Did you hit your head on the fall?" he asked, perplexed by the smithy.

"Oh nevermind boy. Just don't go getting any-"

THUMP!

Looking down, he saw the strange boy had passed out, his little bear ear hat now slightly off place. Lowering down to his knee's, he shook him roughly. He wasn't gonna be blamed for a kid's murder, and picked him up and carried him inside the tree house.

Finn felt weightless. Hard to describe, he decided, but floaty isn't a word. Everything was warm, feeling like the sun he had been taking in a few minutes ago. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring into some form of jewel, large and red. It was shaped like a star, and seemed to be inside some sort of gold amulet. Something about it felt...nice. It made him feel like he was safe, and warm. It almost seemed to speak to him, but not. The amulet was calling to him, he realized, asking for his assistance. He was about to query further, or the closest thing to that, when he felt himself drift out of the dream, leaving him feeling cold and wet.

Coughing, he spit out the cold water that he found in his mouth, staring at the smithy holding a bucket. "Good, your not dead." he said simply.

"What the glob! I was having such a nice dream, and it was so warm and..."he drifted off, unable to explain the euphoric feeling.

Frowning, the smithy helped him up. "Did you see a pendent? With a star shaped gem?"

"Yeah! How did you know? Was i talking in my sleep?" he said, embarrassed that he was doing that still.

"No, but i feel like i have something to explain to you, little boy. You seem to be the purest Hero in the lands, and The Regalia has chosen you. Better sit down, and I'll explain."