The trio has made there way further and further into a dark, misty woods. That has suddenly shot up out of nowhere in the Grassy plains, dark grass and twisted vines slowly spreading outwards. There was nothing natural about this place, not even a hint of any form of known magic. It was dark, unnerving, and smelled of putrid blood and rot, putting everyone on edge as they ventured deeper into the dark woods, the mist covering their surroundings, growing thicker and heavier by the second. Jimorgan's green fiery body was like a lime green beacon, shining in the mist as little green orbs orbited the group like gaint will'o the whisps . Jimorgan would stop often, taking his time to sniff at the air and to scan their surroundings for any tracks. The smells of the woods was starting to obscure the missing hero's scent, covering it up with each passing moment. He notices dried blood on a small stone that had the boy's scent to it, a struggle perhaps? The trail led deeper into the growing mist, till a sudden glow appear, faint and flickering.

"We are getting closer to this Finn but we proceed with caution, there's a change in the air that I don't like. Feels as if something is stalking us."

Huntress and Jake nodded, following closely behind the flaming spirit, not taking the chance of getting lost in this mist. They both didn't like the woods for their own reasons. Jake hates it because of the dark shadows warping and messing with his head. He could've sworn he saw something move about in the mist and heard something, or things, moving around in the thick mist. Neither Huntress nor Jimorgan seen the shapes nor heard anything Jake was hearing but they did became more vigilant of their surroundings, their ears twitching and trying to smell anything outside of the usual.

Huntress herself got a bad feeling in her gut as she stalk quietly through the damp grassy ground. This place was not right and felt like it was actively trying to push her out. It felt corrupted and dead, trying to smother her in this oppressive atmosphere. her ties with nature felt as if they were slowly weaking and wilting as they traveled deeper, slowly feeling its corruption creeping around her. Her instincts yelled at her to turn back, to run as fast as possible away from here and never look back! But she can't, she won't go till they find Finn!

Even when she hanged out in Wizard City or the occasional visit to a town or kingdom, she always felt some sort of connection with the wild. Here, she felt a cold hand slowly wrap around her heart, her very essence. She felt terrified and vulnerable. Stalked by an unseen predator, waiting for her to trip up and to pounce on her like it's prey

"Hard meat don't get eat" Huntress whispered to herself, ignoring the vile smiling woods. Jake looked at her, an eyebrow raised at her sudden remark.

"Not much further now you two, we are close" Jimorgan reassured the two. After for what felt like hours of traveling in the misty gloom, the mist started to disperse reveling an old, small, decrepit house in a clearing. The wood has started to rot, holes filled the slanted roof and the windows broken, glass scattered on the dirty ground. The group looked to one another in silence till Jimorgan started to lay down, surveying the area.

"The scent ends inside young ones, I'll stand guard while you retrieve him."

The two adventurers nodded, making their way to the house. Huntress felt something taping her shoulder, making her jump, her eyes winding in surprise. She jumped away and drew her bow, arrow in the other. She pulled back the bow string, arrow knocked and ready to be let loose! There was a slight tremble in her hand, making the arrow shake for a split second before she steadied her nerves. It was Jimorgan's tail, the green wispy tail was tapping her shoulder. She slowly lowered her bow and returned the arrow to her quiver. He was looking at her, a softness in his gaze from her reaction, something that she didn't quite enjoy. He spoke softly so only she can hear him as Jake charged towards the building.

"Young hunteress, listen to this old spirit. I sense conflict in you and know not what you'll find inside, but I feel this might not be the reunion you are expecting. if you feel conflicted, a strong hunter listens to not just their instincts, but also their heart. Now would be a good time to start listening, young huntress. Life is short and can be lonesome for the strong."

Huntress cocked an eye at him and frowned at the spirit's words before running off to catch up with Jake , who has seemed to have froze at the door holding his nose. She really didn't need to hear that now, not while she was still working through her emotions about Finn. Jimorgan watched her before shaking his head, hoping she'll understand what he was trying to get at. She reminds him of himself in his younger years, where he believed weakness was a cancer to remove. By the Cycle was he a fool back then, especially when he lost his only mate. He pushed away a shaman priestess once even though his heart yearned for her but because he feared weakness he did everything to rid himself of her, pushing and pushing her away because she wasn't strong enough for him. He was such a fool. She grew mad trying to gain his affection and love, slowly and slowly losing herself to pure, animalistic power that rid her of her identity. Her identity of the women he loved was lost, replaced by wicked beast that had to be put down...

He hopes Huntress will learn from his worst mistake. A mistake that still plagued his old heart with grief and sadness, no matter how much he hunts. The lost of a very potential mate was hard, even harder when you knew you were the cause.

When Huntress got to Jake she immediately knew why the magic dog hadn't bust the door down yet. The putrid smell of rotting bodies and decay made her recoil. It was so strong and concentrated, the smell of bile and vile rotten organs were starting to mix in, seeming to come from inside the building. She grabbed the hem of her cloak to cover her nose, trying to lessen the assaulting stench. This is worse, way worse, than finding a bloated, plagued ridden corpse ready to explode. Jake had shrunk his own nose down and pushed it into his musy face. While he gagged and fought the smell, he morphed his fists into a battering ram, smashing down the door in an explosion of splinters! The room was dark except for a glowing light behind a white, filthy, blood smeared curtain used in hospitals that showed a corspe sitting in a chair, unmoving and rigid. The stench was coming from him.

The rotting corpse was dressed in torn rags facing the doorway in the room showing the extent of what he had suffered before death. His skin was covered in inky black liquid and red bleeding cysts covered his exposed was a surgeon's scaple lodges into his skull, his eyes removed, face stretched into frozen agony. He screamed a silent scream that is no longer heard. The chest cavity was ripped open, as if by gaint claws, exposing organs and intestines that spilled over his lap and onto the dirty wooden floor. An occasional black rat would scurry up the corpse's leg and into the folds of intestines, making squalching sounds as it traveled deeper into the open stomach. The sight and sound it made turned Jake's face green before he ran out of the house, away from the grisly sight. The sound of Jake dry heaving and throwing up was farther away, but was still easy to hear in the silent woods. Huntress herself has seen some gruesome sights in her time in the wilds but this takes the cake...

Huntress remained, steeling her nerves and continued to investigate the house, moving away from the corpse. Her heart was pounding, feeling as if it was going to burst threw her chest. A cold sweat slid down her cheek. The muffled sounds of her breathing seemed to echo in the quite house. The number of squeaking rats grew, converging on the corpse, eyes glazed unnaturally white. emThis is so wrong/em, she thought grimacing as another rat poped out of the man's empty eye socket, squeaking angrily at her. Huntress kept away from the body, seeing more and more rats making it their way into the corpse. After they were done here she'll despose of it somehow before they leave. The rodents will become a major problem if left unchecked, possible bringing about a plague or growing out of control that would decimate the ecosystem. Besides, they seemed unnaturally vicious even for rats.

The curtain had a body silhouetted against the light, laying down on a bench or table of some make. a plastic bag filled with red liquid was connected to the IV stand, delivering the substance to the figure. She took a step forward and stopped as she saw the figure stir, the sound of rusting chains filled the eerie silence. The figure began to rise, groaning in discomfort, The chain rattling. It sounded male. Huntress levitated 5 arrows from her quiver, each one surrounded by a colored aura, ready to be set loose. The person looked down, presumably at his bound wrists. He bent his arm, testing their strength as they rattled. With a quick hard yank, he broke the chains attached to his wrists!

CLANK!

SNAP!

The sound echoed loudly in the silent room as the metal fragments fell to the floor.

He slowly shifted his body off the table, groaning in discomfort from ever movement he made. The man was on his feet now, using the table to steady himself. He breathed in deeply, unaffected by the stench that filled the air. He looked up, straight in Huntress's direction and raised his nose to the rancid air, sniffing in her direction . Huntress's heart raised a few more beats. He took a a few more deep breaths before exhaling . The man spoke, his voice dry and scratchy. SoundsThirsty, probably hasn't had anything to drink for awhile, Huntress mused. It sounded familiar to Huntress even if the voice sounded dry. Very familiar.

"Your smell. Are you a hunter too? I smell blood on you but it smells... cleaner... Can you tell me if this is still a dream or have I awakened? Is this home?" he stopped for a few moments, smelling the air once more," your smell. It's familiar. It's so very familiar... I know you... It's on the tip of my tongue, but I can't quite place it. perhaps if I get a look at you, It'll clear this fog in my head."br /br /Huntress saw a filthy, blood soaked bandaged hand grab the filthy curtain. The curtain was slowly pulled to the side, allowing the the room to brighten up from a lit candle. the once bound man slowly revealed himself, inch by slow inch, the curtain rattling only the pole. Blonde, filthy hair poked in to view.

"Dont worry" the man chuckled, " I won't bite. unless you give me a reason to. only beasts and monsters are deserving of my fangs."

Huntress took a step back in suprise not believing who stood before her as her arrows clattered to the floor, loud like fireworks going off in the silence.

The figure was dress in nothing more than a pair of white hospital clothes and wrapped in medical bandages, surprisingly clean. Long, filthy blond hair, wild and unkempt, was spiked and tangled in this way and that, all the way down to his bare ankles. A scarred, pale face greated her, A long white scar stood out to her, starting from his right temple,through his grey eye and down to his chin. A face that was once tan was now pale as if he was denied the ray's of the sun for a long time. his eyes were what changed the most. No longer were they bright and blue and full of life and wonder. Now They were darker, eyes that have seen so much wrong but yet a familiar kindness still persisted. she still could see a spark of his old personality in them. his head swayed from side to side as if shaking off the affects of a deep slumber or a strong drug.

The ash wood locket was bare to see around the man's neck, moving along with his motion by a simple leather chord. It had a few bloody stains and a couple nicks, but she didn't care about that. That locket could only be worn by one person and one person only or else it would fade to ash and poison.

He study her. Dark blue and grey eyes stared into green, studying the green beauty from the tip of her wooden antlers to the boots she wore, not leaving a single detail as he slowly take in her form. Memorizing every little detail from the way her antlers and ears twitched to her single gloved hand.

""Ahhhhhh, my huntress," he said with recollection, a little smile spread across his scarred face, " isabela." Her eyes widen at that name. Her name. Very few knew it and even fewer were still alive to say it. Even if he looked different and seemed changed it was who they been looking for!

she closed the distance to him till she was right in front of him, so close that she felt his body heat. She moved her ungloved hand to touch his cheek feeling it's warmth in the chilly air. His skin was supprisingly smooth even with the scars. he gently grasped her hand, nuzzling it affectionately, closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her hand on his cheek. She felt the healed scar tissue as he nuzzled her hand, letting him enjoy the contact for a moment before

"Finn?"

Finn opened one eye, his blue one, before smiling with a small degree of happiness. Huntress saw his eye start to brighten in recollection. a faint glow was in them before it faded as quickly as it happened. Something not unnoticed by Huntress. He had a happy smile on his face.

"Finn? Yes, yes that is my name. A name I haven't heard in a long time. Finn the human. Yes, I'm starting to remember even if they are just fragments right now."

Authors notes

So Finn needs to slowly regain his memories, and the bloody nightmare of horrors seems to inching its way into Ooo. If you guys got any recommendations or any advice I'll be glad to here.