There, in the still of the fierce fight, Finn weakly stood with his sword clutched in his hand. He was standing on top of a mountain, in a large crater, which looks like it was formed by an explosion. The gray clouds hugged the sky in a tight embrace, blocking out the sun.

His faithful partner and best friend, Jake, was fighting something. It sounded like multiple enemies, maybe three or four. When he glanced a look at what he was fighting, all he could determine that they were Jake's size. Finn hadn't been paying attention. He thought Jake would be able to handle them. Finn was fighting someone that was no match for him, and he knew it. At first, he thought it was a piece of cake for him and Jake. As the battle progressed they knew he was slowly gaining strength. Once he came back, he would be unstoppable.

Finn and Jake wanted to stop him. They desperately wanted to. Unfortunately, this wasn't going according to plan.

He was focused. His body was nearly broken but, he was trying his hardest to concentrate. Finn heard a footstep in the burnt remains of the mountain. A little quiet and short, but he heard it. He jumped in fear and turned around as fast as he could but he wasn't fast enough. Finn saw his face again. It had fierce expression as if he is giving it his all. He was. Finn then looked from his face to his right arm, which was swinging his sword. He was paralyzed in shock and fear.

His sword went through Finn's chest and made a horizontal gash.

And just like that, time slowed down for Finn.

After the swing, a foot connected with Finn's chest and sent him reeling in the air. He let go of his sword mid-air and it was flying for a few feet before clanging to the ground. Finn was a few inches out of its reach when he hit the ground hard. He had his head turned toward Jake and saw him look back at him.

"FINN!" Jake cried out.

Jake had an expression of fear, anger, despair. He wanted to go help him by any means necessary but Jake had his own battle to fight, and his attackers kept him as far away from Finn as possible. Jake was slowly closing ground between himself and Finn but his attackers made it difficult. He looked almost as bad as Finn did. Bruises, scratches and cuts all over his arms, legs, and chest.

Finn was tired. Severely injured and groaning in agony, exhausted physically and mentally, the colors of his backpack faded and scorched, clothes burnt and torn, he wondered if it was worth it. All that time and energy, wasted. He didn't foresee this moment. Not by a long shot. He saw his attacker walk toward him.

He wanted to get away. Far away. He wanted to carry Jake away from here. He wanted to be home before all this ever started. All it was is bad news, but he wanted to carry on with the fight. He couldn't.

He couldn't move, he was barely breathing, and there was blood everywhere. Finn's attacker stood over his battered body with the same sword that had his blood on it. You could faintly hear each drop of blood fall off the sword and hit the scorched mountain. Finn was still looking at Jake who is a little closer but still too far away to do anything.

From the corner of Finn's eye, he saw his attackers blood stained sword raise in the air, preparing to stab Finn for the last time. He could tell that the sword was aiming for his heart.

He relaxed his body. About to accept the fate that befell him. Remembering the good times that he had in his life, about to be tragically cut short.

A tear fell from his eye.

He hated to cry but in the next few moments, it wouldn't matter. He had a happy life. Short but happy, and filled with adventure and friends that he wouldn't trade the world for. He slowly closed his eyes and managed a small smile.

"How did it all come to this?" he asked himself.

Jake was frantically trying to get to Finn. Every second mattered, but even then, Jake feared that he would lose his companion and best friend. He started to cry out of anger and fear. That is all he could feel at the moment. That and the pained stings of Jake's attackers. That didn't matter to him. Through the tears and the pain, he still moved forward. It may have been too late. He started to feel cold.

Then Jake saw something he didn't comprehend.

Finn's backpack started glowing.

You're probably wondering how Finn and Jake got there. There is only one way to find out. The real story begins in chapter two so stay tuned!