Finn walked along an old, worn path in the forest. Jake, his loyal companion and brother, walked beside him.
Out of no where a knife storm hit, causing the adventurer and his dog to run for shelter. The knifes came down, sharp silver against the evening sky.
The boys ran, the storm cloud following close behind. Finn pointed to a cave up ahead.
"Jake, bro, we can hide in there until the storm stops." Finn told the yellow dog next to him.
"I don't know bro. What if something lives in there? What if it's evil or something? We should keep running."
"Dude! We can't do that! Look," Finn pointed behind him where the storm was almost directly over head the boys. "That is gonna be on us soon!"
"Fine. But, if we get eaten, it's your fault." Jake said as he ran into the cave, Finn right behind him. As Finn ducked into the cave, he narrowly avoided getting struck in the head by a knife.
_In some mystery place_
"Damn it!" the teen yelled staring into the crystal ball that showed the scene of what had happened with Finn and Jake. "I thought you said it would hit them! He should have died! That knife should have hit his head!"
"They are faster than I imagined." Came a voice from a dark corner in the room. "Well don't worry Princess, we'll get him. We'll get him." The person laughed evily and the Princess soon joined in, her confidence in the old man returning.