AN: Sorry this took so long to get out but a lot happened in the months. I'll try to be more regular! (I know I'm a terrible person xD)

The Book of Eli - Thanks! I'll try and keep it up!

Anon - Don't worry, Finn won't be a super-human. I'm trying to keep him as realistic as possible.

Nico2883 - I have no idea what to do in terms of PB but I doubt she'll be a romantic option for Finn anyway.

Thanks for the reviews! Also I don't own Adventure Time (that's the only time I'm saying that!)

Chapter Two

Taking a short moment to rest at the edge of the Fire Kingdom, Jake mentally prepared himself for the task at hand. He was venturing into the Fire Kingdom, alone. The tidings he had may potentially enrage the ruler of flames, something that most intellectuals avoided at all costs. Jake knew he had to proceed with caution, yet the law preventing lying was firmly implemented. This was more than a challenging puzzle; this was a potentially fatal game.

The canine had no idea how the fiery monarch would take the news. While it was true that Jake and Flame Princesses friendship had blossomed whilst his brother and her were dating, they had not so much as uttered a syllable to each other since Finn had instigated their parting. The dog was quite fond of living and he did not plan to die to the hands of his brother's former lover. After taking solace in the thoughts of his family, Jake set his course for the Flame Kingdom's Royal Palace.

Flame Princess had gotten into the same routine as of late. Wake early, wonder if she had been too harsh on Finn, listen to her people's problems, then finally get some alone time after dinner. Unfortunately Finn dominated her thoughts even more in her private time. She had to be honest with herself, she still loved the boy hero. The lie had cut her deep of course but she hopped that the break up would mature her former lover, however the last three months brought no news of her Finn.

She had begun to miss his presence, and she knew exactly why. They had connected on an emotional level. Finn was not just her first boyfriend; he was her first real friend. Even Finn, as popular as he was, had no friends his actual age, that was until she came along. No one could ever sever the bond they had created in each other. The enticing flame could not stop the shot of jealous that flew through her veins at the thought of someone daring to try.

This in turn started a slight panic inside of her. He was just as handsome as he was popular; it was entirely feasible that he could have forgotten her in place of some flash in the pan Princess. However, she calmed herself when she realised that word would have reached her if that event had come to pass. This calming thought quickly turned to poison though, as the question of Finn's whereabouts remained unanswered. Sighing with concern, Flame Princess glanced around her throne room taking in the sight.

Red, everything was red. The carpets were a blood red as if the lives of the previous disposed monarchs resided in the weaving. Even the doors were red, she was not overly sure why, but it gave her a slight sense of unease. It was almost as if there was a dark presence constantly lurking, waiting to jump her, ending her short life and reign. As if that was not stressful enough, even her entire kingdom had different varieties of reds. The buildings only had a slight deviation from the tint of the lakes of lava that flowed around the kingdom. A sea of depressing red.

It is wise to remember that red is not just the colour of love and romance. It also signifies pain and hurt, also the need to quickly stop or risk endangering yourself and those around you.

It was time's like this that made her miss Finn the most. Being out in nature and the variety of colours it provided was one of her fondest memories and she could not help but always drift back to a time where the two would be together. Happy.

As Flame Princess let her thoughts wonder back to a simpler time before he overbearing responsibilities, Jake was being lead to an audience with her by Cinnamon Bun. He had not seen the pastry for what felt like years and thought that a catch up with one of his favourite Candy people would be a welcome change from the day he was having.

"Hey CB, how're you? Haven't seen you in forever!" the well-meaning pastry turned to face Jake, his signature goofy grin prominent.

"Hey Jake, I've just been looking after FP is all. Where's Finn?" Jake grimaced slightly at the innocent question. Cinnamon Bun and Finn had been friends for a long time; it was only natural that he ask after him. However Finn was still a sore spot for Jake and he had a suspicion that after this visit, he would the Hero would be a sore spot for the Fire Kingdom too.

"Actually that's why I'm here; I've got news about him. To be honest, I don't know how well it's going to be taken." For a split second, Jake could have sworn that Cinnamon Bun aged before his eyes. The look of concern and tiredness was fleet, but for one moment, the goofiness he pastry aired had vanished leaving behind what appeared to be a protective pastry that was worrying for both his friend and his queen. However in the blink of an eye he was back to normal. The almost vacant smile returned.

"Well we shouldn't keep Phoebe waiting let's go!"

'Wait did he just say Phoebe? Is that FP's name? And what is with CB suddenly looking like an old man?' Jake blinked rapidly, trying to process all that was happening. However Cinnamon Bun was quickly leaving him behind as he moved swiftly for the throne room. Deciding to catch up with the pastry, Jake thrust the thoughts down for the time being, hastily pursuing after the pastry. After a few minutes of silent walking, they finally approached the centre of the Fire Kingdom. Turning to Jake, Cinnamon Bun asked him one final question.

"Are you ready?"

Taking a moment to compose himself, Jake closed his eyes to keep his emotions in check. This was hard for him; Glob knows how hard it would be for the fiery princess lurking beyond the door. Batting down his increasing nervousness, Jake turned to face the pastry.

"I'm ready."

Flame Princess looked up as the door to her throne room opened, dragging her out of her musings. She was shocked to see Cinnamon Bun leading in Jake, despite the shock she could not stop the slight smile that graced her face.

"Oh hello Jake, I didn't expect a visit from you today, Is Finn with you?" Although she tried to disguise it, her hopeful expression was clear to both Cinnamon Bun and Jake.

'She still cares for him." Jake analysed. 'This is going to hit harder than Muscle Princess.'

"Hey FP, Finn is actually the reason I'm here, I've got news and it's not good." Flame Princess frowned at this. What possible news could Jake have that he would have to come, alone, to explain. She knew it was not death; Finn was far too tough and stubborn to die. She was sure that the fallout would be catastrophic; she would have heard word immediately if that had happened. Although she was improving on her impatient side, the over-thinking was causing a great deal of anxiety. Her irritation was growing.

"Jake! Tell me what's going on!" she had not meant to be so forceful, so demanding, but she had to know the truth. The tortuous waiting. Her pulse was skyrocketing with every second. She could not be certain but she swore that Jake was delaying. She watched as the canine's eye search out those of her champion's. With an encouraging nod from the pastry, Jake sighed and began to approach the throne.

Step. Echo. Step. Flame could only watch the canine as his eyes looked anywhere else but at her. Step. Echo. Step. His approach seemed to transport them to a world slowed, where the inner maelstrom of emotions had to be endured and not fought. Step. Echo. Step. No grace, he had lost his playfulness. 'What could have happened to make him forget such an important part of himself?' Step. Echo. Step. He seemed to be a vacuum, sucking all emotion from the atmosphere around them, replacing them with nothingness. Step. Echo. Step. Phoebe felt like a judge was approaching her with his final verdict. She had no clear thought as to why, but she felt diminished next to Jake at this moment. She watched as he pulled out a singular sheaf of paper. Her final judgement.

Jake spoke one word,

"Here."

She reached out for it, slowly. There was something repelling her from the paper, something that seemed to be silently screaming at her to abstain from the letter in front of her. Pushing these feelings aside, she finally took Finn's news from Jake's trembling hands. Turning the paper over she glimpsed a long passage in the writing of her former lover. It was now or never. Flame Princess took a deep breath before finally starting to read.

An anguished howl from a broken woman rent the tense atmosphere asunder. Flames began leaping forth in every direction, white strands tantalizing in their waltz of heartbreak. Despite the awe-inspiring display, Jake and Cinnamon Bun were forced to the very edges of the room. The flames changed from their rhythmic dance to a harsh circling maelstrom. The very air became heated, blinding light spilled forth blinding the two and at the storm's centre, a heart-broken Flame Princess. The heat was starting to surpass the magic of the flame shield; if this carried on much longer both the canine and the pastry would meet their ends.

"FP please calm down! You're beginning to burn us alive!" Cinnamon roared as he tried to make himself heard over the inferno burning his very eyes. Gradually, the flames subsided and the air cooled, the howls turned to sobs as the tidings readily devoured the Princesses heart, intent of leaving only small strands in its wake. Seeing that his ruler had stabilized for the time being, Cinnamon Bun turned to Jake and asked one question.

"What in Grod's name did Finn say?" In response, Jake pulled out a word for word copy he made earlier and handed it to the pastry. The canine looked on as the look of worry and concern vanished from Cinnamon Bun's face to be replaced with the aging look of earlier. Sighing to himself, The pastry turned back to face Jake.

"Thank you for showing this to us, even if it's painful to read. We were starting to wonder why Finn hadn't visited or even contacted us. Despite the break-up we wanted to stay friendly, no matter what happens we will always be fond of Finn. Not to seem rude Jake, but I thinks it's best you go now. We need some time to recover and if I'm not mistaken, you've got another visit to make. However please know that you're always welcome in the Fire Kingdom."

Jake gave Cinnamon Bun a sad smile and nod in response. After pulling the pastry in for a quick, reassuring hug, Jake turned to leave but as he approached the door, Flame Princess' voice rang out.

"Jake! Wait!" Jake turned to see the tearful elemental on her knees as she struggled to get her words out. "I… I never meant… I loved him! I still love him! I just thought some time apart would mature us both! I didn't… I wouldn't want to do that to him! Please believe me, and please… Don't hate me." The sad smile never left Jake's face as he responded to the Princess' plea.

"I know FP. He loves you, and I think he always will. No matter where he is, he will always have a little bit of you in his heart!" With that said, Jake turned and walked towards home. Cinnamon Bun immediately took charge as Jake took his exit.

"I think you should rest your majesty, go lay down for a while." Nodding at her champion's logic, Flame Princess retreated to her private quarters leaving behind her loyal pastry.

"So the last human and OOO's only living protector has left. Dark times lay ahead."


"She reacted that bad huh?" Jake found himself nodding to Marceline's question. "Hmm and here I was thinking she didn't care for Finn. Sounds like the weenie did a number on her." Jake looked at Marceline. Despite the fact she was smiling, he could tell it was pained. Her eyes did not sparkle with mischief and she looked like she was ready for another break-down. Jake knew this would hit the vampire hard. Outside of family, Marceline was Finn's best friend. They had grown even closer eclipsing his friendship with Bubblegum. The Vampire Queen had lost one too many friends in her long past. This was pushing her to her breaking point. If anyone else was to leave her now, there may be no coming back.

Despite his concern for his friend however, Jake came for a favour.

"I take it you know why I'm here?" At this point, it came as no surprise to Jake just how tired his voice sounded. It had been a long day already and it was barley past noon. Marceline seemed to hear the struggle in his voice; sadly she nodded her head once before replying.

"You want my help with Bonnie right?" Jake could not help but smile at how obvious his request was.

"Well yeah, it may help her cope if you're there to comfort her. You never know, it may help you too." Marceline snorted at that.

"Oh please, I don't need anyone's help. I'm over one thousand years old for Glob's sake." Jake chuckled to himself at that, knowing full well just how much support the 'lone wolf' needed. Marceline quickly continued. "But yes, I'll come along for the ride, may as well annoy Bonnie while I have the chance."

Jake smiled at her in response before standing from his position on her freakishly uncomfortable sofa, and heading towards the door, knowing the vampire would follow. However said vampire had one more question to ask.

"What are you going to do now Jake?" Although the question shook him, he still had an answer for the curious vampire.

"I'll live at Lady's for now. There's no point staying in the Treehouse now. Plus I don't know if I'll be able to stand it without Finn there. Even though my bros gone, I've got to look after my family. They'll miss him too. By the way, can you take in BMO and Neptr for me? I know it's sudden but they'll need a home, that and BMO already loves you."

Marceline smiled and gave him a thumbs up in confirmation. That was all Jake needed.

"Sweet! Let's go see Peebles then."

Said Princess was in her lab at the moment of arrival. She happily waved both of her friends in, excited to show off her latest scientific advances. She ushered them deeper into her lab, striding with an elegant grace befitting a royal while Jake rushed along behind her and Marceline lazily floated above observing all with a cool smirk. She showed them different formulas, plants and even some mechanisms she had been working on. It was all on a different intellectual level than the dog and vampire, but they appreciated the update anyway.

"But enough about all of that for now, you won't have just dropped by for nothing, what can I help you with? Where's Finn? He'd usually be with you two. Don't tell me he's got himself hurt again!"

Princess Bubblegum chuckled fondly to herself. It was a usual occurrence for the young hero to wind in her infirmary after finishing off an adventure. Being slightly shocked at the silence that followed her question, Bonnibel looked back to the pair and was suddenly on edge at the gloomy expressions their faces held. Marceline had lost her mischievousness and Jake had lost his humour, they were both solemn husks of their former selves.

"Guys what's happened to Finn? Oh Glob, he hasn't actually got himself seriously injured has he!? Quit being butts and tell me!"

Silence again. It blanketed their whole world as Jake tried to muster the courage to tell the princess just what was going on, however he froze, finding it impossible to actually tell her the current situation. Jake briefly wondered why this was so hard, even compared to Flame Princess. Then it became clear. Himself and Finn had a special relationship with the leader of the Candy Kingdom.

They had had years to connect on an emotional level, and to Jake, he was a lot closer to Princess Bubblegum than just about anyone else in OOO. How could he tell such a dear friend such news? How could he be the one to personally deliver something that would shatter her heart? Something that would keep her awake at night as guilt warped the poor rulers mind? What sort of person does that to their friends?

It was Marceline who finally took pity on Bonnibel.

"Jake, if you can't tell her, give her the letter to read for herself." Jake gazed at the look of gentle encouragement the vampire was giving him, using it to take heart; he took out of his copy of Finn's letter taking a moment to stare at it. He then processed to hand over the document to a highly confused and anxious Princess Bubblegum. She took a moment to compose herself before she began to read.

Minutes seemed to become the fabric of eternity to Marceline and Jake. They stood idly by as the Princess read what may have been Finn's final words to them. Bubblegum's face had not changed from the impassive she had worn since starting the letter. With no clue of how she would react, the vampire and the dog could only wait in agonising silence, hoping she would not be too distraught upon the news sinking in.

Finally it seemed as if Princess Bubblegum was finished. She looked up slowly still with the impassive look, however her eyes betrayed what she was feeling, a mixture of horror and guilt, Jake and Marceline could only look on in saddened awe as they watched the beloved monarch topple backwards into a rack full of stoppered vials all of which smashed and rained on the now downed princess.

As soon as her body hit the floor, Bubblegum curled into a ball and started to sob. Marceline flew over, checking the remains of the beakers to make sure there was nothing dangerous, that could hurt Bonnibel. Discovering that there was no immediate threat to either her or the Princess, the vampire moved to her fellow monarch's side and put her arms around her in comfort. After a good minute, the princess finally looked to Jake who had been standing back and quietly watching her reaction to Finn's abrupt departure.

"I never wanted him to do this! I know I didn't love him back and I should've never lead him on to believe there may be a chance, but he was still one of my closest friends. He never deserved that kind of pain. I didn't know what I did hurt Finn that much Jake, I'm so sorry! I just wanted a loyal champion. I should have told him from the start. It would have hurt but at least he'd have had the truth and got on with his life. Instead I've driven him to the point of insanity and he's left to find a better life with better friends."

With this Bubblegum dissolved into fresh tears, causing Marceline to cuddle her tighter. Seeing his friends in such a state of distress to at the very heart of Jake. Stretching out his arms he dragged both the princess and the vampire into a warm, comforting hug. After a couple of minutes past, the candy monarch finally straightened out, effectively ending the hug. All parties instantly felt a slight loss as the contact was halted but none commented on it. Bubblegum straightened her creased clothes before turning to her friends.

"I need to tell the kingdom what has transpired here, they'll need me now more than ever. Once again Jake, I'm so sorry but I have a Kingdom to run and right now, they'll need their ruler. By all means though come visit as often as you can. I'll appreciate the company." With that, Princesss Bubblegum wandered off to prepare to face her subjects, leaving Jake and Marceline to watch as she walked away. When she was finally out of view, Jake turned back around to his undead companion.

"Do you mind coming back to the Treehouse with me? I think it's time to move away and could so with some help." The vampire smiled at her friend.

"Sure Jake let's head out!" With that they both departed the castle and began what could have been, their last journey to the Treehouse.


After a journey that felt like it took an age, Jake and Marceline finally made it back to the Treefort. Opening the door Jake allowed Marceline to float in before following her inside, closing the door behind him. They stood in a chilling silence, neither looking at each other, all they could do was stare, unblinking, forward. This went on unchanging for a few minutes more before Marceline took heart and finally broke the silence.

"I'll start packing down here if you want." Jake nodded dumbly as Marceline offered a sad smile that did not reach his eyes, nevertheless, she quickly floated away to start as Jake climbed the ladders to his bedroom. Along the way, BMO joined Jake, not speaking a word, the robot sat and watched as the dog worked. It did not take long to finish the bedroom, moving downstairs with BMO at his heels; Jake began to pack the living room and kitchen. Halfway through Marceline floated up and began to help. In no time at all the rest of the house was packed away, waiting for Jake to move.

"BMO can you fetch Neptr for us please." BMO nodded in response to the dog's question and in five minutes, fetched Neptr for Jake and Marceline.

"Hey you two." Jake began, his voice barley above a whisper. "With Finn gone I won't be staying here anymore, this means I'm lending you to Marceline for a while, at least until Finn gets home. Will you guys be okay?" They both nodded in confirmation, giving Jake his first genuine smile of the day. Turning to Marceline, he gave her a nod of encouragement, with a gentle, Marceline turned to her new robots.

"Come on cuties, it's time to go home." Grabbing both robots under her arms, Marceline flew out of an open window towards home. With just himself left, Jake took one last look around the house. It seemed so empty without Finn there, even more highlighted now that all of his things were packed away for moving. Moving again towards the door, Jake paused before it, letting the memories of the place wash over him one last time.

"I don't know where you are bro, I don't know where if you're okay. Although I wish you would have stayed, I understand why you left. Just be careful and come home bro. There are too many people who love you for you not to. I love you Finn, stay safe."

With that, Jake departed the Treehouse and headed for Lady's, his new home. Meanwhile the setting sun moved slowly behind his old home, illuminating the empty rooms with bright cheerful colours one last time, the majesty of nature gave the house a warm, homely feel, it's last farewell.


Roughly two weeks had passed since Finn had departed from his home, and said human now found himself on the very outskirts of OOO. In front of him lay a large forest, not uninviting with its appearance. Light streamed in through breaks in the treetops, giving a cheery glow to the whole expanse. In the distance, a faint sound of a trickling spring rang out further enhancing the allure of the forest. The orange light of the sunset entwined with the natural shades of green the forest provided gave it an almost holy glow. The sounds of the animals of the wood called to a tired Finn lovingly, beckoning him in. The temptation proved impossible to ignore, particularly since he had been travelling all day.

The forest seemed to raise his dented spirits, although his adventure had already helped him to recover some of his old self, before him seemed to be a source of even greater soothing. Without further thought, Finn plunged headfirst into the forest, excited to see what lay in store. Despite his battle-hardened senses, what the human failed to notice the many pairs of eyes watching his progress as he entered their realm.

As night approached, Finn knew he had to set up camp. He still felt relatively safe as he had only just crossed the outskirts of OOO and he was secure enough in his skills to know nothing could get the drop on him. As such Finn began an earnest search for a comfortable place for the night. Traversing through the trees and undergrowth, Finn stumbled upon the small stream he had heard earlier. Slowly approaching the water source, the hero cupped his hands and scooped up some of the cool water. Putting it to his mouth, Finn let the water slip down his throat refreshing him after a long day of travel. Deciding that there was no better place to stay the night, Finn grabbed a couple of dry twigs and branches ready to start a fire. Reaching into his backpack, the human pulled out fling and tinder and quickly got to work starting a fire. After a few minutes effort, Finn was rewarded with a healthy blaze.

Again reaching into his backpack, the young teen pulled out an apple and began eating his snack as he leaned up with his back against a tree, not far away from his fire. In this relaxed position, Finn allowed himself to think back to his friends and family. A stab of guilt went through him as he remembered the way he left.

"It's for the best." Finn muttered, composing himself. He had to do what he did. Quickly moving his thoughts on, he considered how he had been alone on his journey. Over the past two weeks of travel, the human had avoided all towns, cities and villages. He had not seen a soul. Although he had set of into the more unexplored part of OOO, he had expected to see at least one person.

"It's odd but in a way I'm glad," Finn again spoke, despite there not being a soul in sight. "Don't think I could put up with any inhabitants trying to persuade me to stay." Despite this train of thought the teen could not help but miss the interaction that only another person could provide. He had always been a social person and he was having to come to terms with being on his own.

"I'll manage" Finn again muttered to himself as his eyes slowly began to close, it had been a long day and he was in need of some rest. In next to no time, Finn was snoozing as the fire crackled and danced to a tune of comfort only it could hear. The streams gentle flow gave an aura of peace and tranquillity as it flowed on its never-ending journey. All this happened as the moon rose high into the twinkling nights sky, it shone its silver rays over the camp, graciously blessing it with its unwavering light. It was at this time the eyes struck.

Finn awoke bleary eyed and with a pounding headache, not knowing what the hell happened. All he could remember was lying in front of a nice, warm fire and dozing off for a comfortable night's sleep. Now he was awake, before dawn, owning to the fact it was still dark. Trying to move, Finn discovered that he had been subdued and tied to a tree.

'Wait' Finn thought. 'Why am I tied to a tree? What in the name of Gob is going on?' With this thought, Finn began to take stock of his surroundings and found that his makeshift camp site was in disarray. Six figures were looting his things as he watched on powerless. Although they were the same size as he was, the creatures wore tattered clothing and seemed to have quite the agile build. However it was their faces that old Finn what they were. Long noses, beady eyes and sneers that would infuriate the most patient of people. Goblins.

Said Goblins were now looking through his backpack cackling at the spoils that they were finding, they were bleeding him dry before his journey could really begin. However it was what they took next that really enraged Finn. One of the goblins had his demon blood sword and was proudly showing the rest of them his 'spoils of war.' They all began laughing in triumph at their score. This sent Finn into a towering rage as his beloved family heirloom was manhandled by the thieves.

"Hey! Put my sword down you butts!" At the sound of Finn's voice the Goblin's turned to face him, their grins turning feral. The self-proclaimed leader quickly took charge of the situation.

"Well well well, the human lives and what a delicious meal he will make, I hear they're a rarity nowadays, a delicacy! But first things first, Uglug!" The youngest Goblin stepped forward, sneer still present on his face. The leader resumed talking as Uglug eyed Finn hungrily. "Take this loot back to HQ, we'll deal with this human!"

Although a look of regret crossed the face of the young goblin, he did not disobey the order and quickly retreated into the forest with Finn's gear. With his orders met, the Goblin leader turned his attention to his prey.

"Well then, looks like dinner isn't quite ready yet." With that the leader walked slowly up to Finn. Grabbing the teenager's hat he tore it off before throwing it onto the camp fire. It help fuel the low burning flames and a healthy fire was restored. Grabbing Finn by his hair the goblin dragged a singular finger across his exposed cheek. Hovering the digit in front of his own face, the goblin proceeded to lick his finger, seemingly enjoying the taste.

Showing his sharp canines the leader yelled to his squad, "The human tastes delicious!" raucous laughter greeted the proclamation as the leader moved to get into Finn's face. "However I think he could so with some tenderizing." The leader curled his fist and thrust it into Finn's stomach over and over. Finn tried to hide the pain and the tears, however he failed. He could not stop the shouts ripping from his throat; he could not stop his eyes hazing over with tears, blurring his vision. His obvious discomfort caused the crescendo of laughter to reach new levels of volume.

"I think he'll taste even better now!" Cheers and jeers met this news from the leader as Finn slumped over from the punishment inflicted on him. Going around to the back of the tree, the leader untied Finn and let him fall heavily to the floor. Moving back to Finn the lead goblin made sure that the bindings on the teenager's hands and legs still kept him incapable of escape. The leader then proceeded to reach down to try and hoist up. Finn began to struggle and fight despite his injuries, however all this seemed to do was amuse the leader who was still able to hoist him up anyway.

"Oohh he's spirited eh lads?" more laughter greeted his statement. "Pity it won't save him now!" With this the Goblin leader drew a dagger from his ragged belt. Once again grabbing Finn by his hair, the leader yanked back exposing the human's neck.

"Kept this dagger nice and sharp for people like you! Thinking you can just strut into our lands, eat or food and drink our water. Luckily you bastards make for a tasty snack to make up for your freeloading." The leader whispered to the young hero as he placed his blade into position. "Tonight, boys! We will feast!" With this the goblins started to chant and scream as their leader took a second to bask in the horror that crossed the young man's face.

'I can't die now! Oh Gob please not now, I haven't done anything on this journey, I was only just beginning. Please anyone!' However no one seemed to hear Finn's thoughts as the hunger seemed to finally affect the Goblin leader. He looked down into the human's frightened face and leered one final time. With that leer, he drew the knife back slightly, nicking Finn's neck, and froze and an arrow lodged itself into his eyes.

The other goblins looked on in sickening awe as their leader dropped his dagger and crumpled to the floor in a pool of blood and pus that leaked from his eye. As they starred on another arrow buried itself into the throat of another who followed his leaders example and feel to the ground, blood spurting from his wound. All the remaining goblins turned to face the new threat but saw darkness. However turning their back on Finn was a huge mistake. He had managed to get a hold of the dropped dagger and cut through his ropes.

As he regained his footing another arrow transfixed itself in between another goblin's eyes. Seeing only two left, Finn quickly charged the from behind, grabbing the closest one, he quickly opened its throat one end to the other. As the goblin fell to the ground dying in a pool of its own blood, one last arrow sailed from the darkness and buried itself inside the last goblin's heart.

Finn collapsed to the ground as the adrenaline left his body, he began to shake. He had come a lot closer to death than he had ever wanted and he was very certain that this memory was going in the vault. As he was committing the memory under lock and key, a figure appeared out of the gloom. It was a male. A male wearing light, fitted leather armour and trousers all dyed dark blue to blend in with the night. He was tall, around six foot if Finn had to hazard a guess. But what really intrigued him was what the man looked like.

Although he was obviously young, only a handful of years older than Finn himself, the man was practically human in appearance. His skin was a light brown, something Finn had never seen before , his fair was short and as black as the darkness that surrounded the camp, his eyes seemed to match his hair at a glance however at closer inspection, they were actually an extremely dark brown. They seemed to express every emotion the man felt as he took in the scene stroking his goatee in deep thought. He had a handsome face and a cheeky smirk was currently present on it as she checked the bodies reclaiming his arrows.

Apart from the quiver of arrows strapped to his back, the stranger also had two long daggers at both hips and a bow currently held in his hands. It was too dark to make out any further details on them. The last thing Finn noticed was the black cape he wore, nothing of note, probably more help to blend in with the darkness.

As the stranger checked on the bodies he tutted to himself.

"Bloody goblin scum. What is it with them and eating people?" A squelch that could make anyone cringe was heard throughout camp as he retrieved his last arrow from the Goblin leader.

"At least that's another five down, and a leader! Knew that lucky feeling would work out for something today! I'm forgetting something though, something important." Turning around the man finally noticed Finn starring at him with a mixture of worry and awe.

The man's face lit up as he spied Finn still sprawled on the ground.

"Oh of course, saving you! That was it! Lucky you built that fire, or those goblins would have had a tasty stew for tonight. And they really love their stew. Anyway, enough of my babbling. I'm Jonathan. Jonathan Quinn.