Last time on "The New Adventure!": The Ice Queen and her slush monsters stormed the Candy Palace, planning on taking on the heroes and taking at least one of the princes out. Out heroes were looking fairly bleak, until an unexpected visitor showed. The Ice King, discovering that someone was trying to harm one of "his" princesses, went into battle mode, eventually defeating the Ice Queen and sending her home. Skylliac warned the others not to reveal to much of anything to anyone but themselves, and the two vampires offered to find out some information on the creature in Skylliac's dreams.

We return now to the Land of Ooo, where Skylliac, resting after the magic fight with the Ice Queen, is suddenly sucked into a dream-state.

This dream again... a dream of fire... but this fire is not destroying, it is existing. Why am I here? Who is showing me this? Thoughts like these ran through the mind of the dream-state Skylliac. This place was not familiar to him, and he was unsure of what to make of it. Then, through the flames, he heard a voice, calling and urging him to step through the fire. Skylliac abliged, and as he stepped through, he was instantly sent into a world that was grey and dreary. A world similar to, as he compared it, Death's house. Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in front of him.

"Skylliac...," it spoke, with a voice like a calm, demonic gentleman, "You should not have come here. This world does not need the likes of you in it. Return to your own." Skylliac looked stricken with worry. How had this... this thing known about where he was from? Unless... no, it couldn't be the demon. It was not his voice, it was the voice of another. The voice contained no malice, and it simply spoke, not taking a physical form outside the shadow. Skylliac spoke up, no longer fearful.

"If you know who I am, you know what I can do. Dream-scape or no, my power flows through me, and I do not fear you, shadow. What authority do you have to dictate who can go where they want?" The shadow quickly grew in size, consuming Skylliac, who immediately found himself looking at a place similar to what he believe the Heckworld would look like. Before him stood a mighty, human-like man, who wore a tophat and had a beard. He spoke kindly to Skylliac.

"I am the King of Mars... or at least, I once was. I am now a spirit, as Death has my immortality. Do not worry, my friend, the Death you know is not responsible, nor is the Death of this world. I gave it up willingly to fix a mistake that I created. You, however, must be warned. The things you have foreseen are not set in stone, but the path you walk to avoid it will eventually lead to these events to pass." Skylliac looked up, a look of shock across his face.

"Yes, King of Mars, I am familiar with that paradox... however, how can I not seek to prevent it? If just let things go as planned, how am I to know a similar event won't pass?" Suddenly, the world around both Skylliac and the King of Mars changed into a black void, almost like floating through a starless outer-space. They both looked around, confused, and a voice of pure evil rang through the dream scape, the voice of the figure from Skylliac's dream.

"You are smarter than you look... gooooooooood... I look forward to crossing magic with you! He's right, King of Mars... my plan would have come around anywhere. Do you not see? In spirit, I can still travel freely. Your worst fears are already coming to pass. Oh, and Skylliac, when I'm done here... I'm coming for your world!"The King of Mars' eyes went wide, and he floated beside Skylliac, speaking to the creature who had just spoke the threat.

"Begone, demon scum! You have no power here! You may roam freely in spirit, but your magic can't aid you in this world!" The voice laughed a dark and sinister laugh, similar to the one in Skylliac's dreams. A face materialized in front of the two, the face of a curly-horned goat-man with flaming eyes, easily twice their combined size, and spoke to them, almost kindly.

"You're mistaken, King of Mars. You see, here is where I've always had the most power. You opened your mind to magic, Skylliac. The King here widened the entrance. All I had to do was step on through."This warranted a laugh from Skylliac, that broke out into a near-hysterical attack of laughter.

"You're joking, right? What, you think I became a sorcerer yesterday? Wrong. Magic flows through me more easily than my own blood, it always has. The Dream-scape and other mind-based creations always increase the power of a magic user. I dare you to try and strike me. It's MY world, demon. If you mistakenly believe you can hurt me here, I urge you to do your best." The face laughed, bobbing up and down as the fire in his eyes turned violet. He opened his mouth, and suddenly, the skull turned inside-out, and they stood in a small, red room. Up against the wall, there hung Death, suspended by her wrists with chains, with scars all over her arms and neck.

"Oh, you're right. YOU I can't hurt... However, I never come without an advantageous position. I dragged her into your dream-scape. That's right, not even your friend Death can withstand my magics. Go, run to her! Anything that happens here will be wiped from her memory when you leave. But the physical damage won't. For every word you utter, another scar appears. Test my patience, boy, and you will see her die."

Skylliac suddenly felt something he hadn't felt in a long time, rage. Pure, unadulterated fury. Something that he had once thought incapable of actually feeling. Without warning, his book began to glow, and he threw it up, it automatically opening. He knew he had to choose carefully, but somehow, the book chose for him, the perfect spell appearing on the page in which he turned to. Skylliac smirked, and turned to face the demon's head, now floating towards him, his mouth open for an attack.

"No, I won't. I'll see you gone! Spiritus ab inferno, relinquere hoc mundo. Tua potestate crescit infirma, et spiritum vestrum non habet tardaveris. Vade now! Evanescant now! Nunquam revertaris!" Instantly, the demon's head let out a terrifying screech, and vanished in a flaming ball. The King of Mars nodded, and smiled, wishing him luck, and faded away. Skylliac ran over to the now-fading shade of Death. He unshackled her, and smiled, her eyes opening.

"I know you won't remember this... but stay safe. I can't lose you." With that, Death finally faded away, and Skylliac's dream-scape suddenly swirled around him like a twister made of pure-black energy.

"You will not win, fool! You will die like the rest!"

Skylliac sat up with a jolt, to find everyone around him, unsure what they were all staring at. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his book, still having that faint white glow, and with the spell still on the page. He quickly looked to it, and closed it, looking back up at the group, smiling sheepishly. Finn tilted his head to the side curiously.

"Hey man... you okay? We heard you scream out something in some weirdo language, and we came running." Skylliac stood up, brushing himself off, and nodded, telling everyone that he was okay and that he was messing around in his dream-scape. Finn, Fionna, Cake, Jake, and Gumball all shrugged, satisfied, and walked off. Bubblegum, however, looked worried, and began to talk softly.

"... You don't have to tell me, but I know something is wrong. I saw the way Osgiliath and her brother were acting while you were in that state. Even though they are frozen physically, their minds and spirits still wander, and I saw them tremble. Just slightly, but in their current state, that's enough to raise alarm. Is there something we should be worried about, Skylliac?" She looked at him, almost accusing him of something.

"No. Nothing. If something does come up, though, I'll be sure to let you know." Skylliac wanted to add something along the lines of that the message was directed at him, and him alone, but he didn't. There was a loud bang on the door, and, without waiting for an answer, it flew open, the plants on the sides dying. The being approached Skylliac rapidly, no one having time to react, and took him by the collar.

"Are you the one they call Skylliac?!" Skylliac nodded, and the figure put him down. On closer inspection, everyone in the room from Ooo and Aaa could tell who it was, and they all backed away rapidly.

"Skylliac," the skeletal man spoke, in a light southern accent, and darkly, "I am this world's Death. Call me Sir Death." Skylliac's eyes went wide as his book began to glow in both warning and preparation. Sir Death, somehow, contorted his body face into a smirk.

"Your time on this world is up."

Oh, hi there! Didn't expect it to end this way? Sorry! That's just the way the cookie crumbles! Also, those of you who are like "wow, he's rushing the story really fast", I say to you, keep reading! This story is far from over.

Also, reviews help lost Fire-Wolf pups find their way back to their packs. Don't ignore the poor little wolves, they need your help!

Until we meet again,
MMD