On the beach, no life dwelled. Save for one, desperate soul just clinging to life. Finn had washed ashore during the night and was resting fitfully on the sand, tossing, turning and muttering broken sentences to himself. That was when the stranger found him, strolling across the dunes had proven fortuitous for the odd humanoid, evidently a battle had take place nearby out at sea and the stranger merely shrugged it off as corpses lying on the beach were a regular occurrence in the area, thanks to a certain pirate roaming the seas close by. However it was certainly rare, the stranger mused, to find anyone still alive, Red made sure all the time to leave no survivors whether they paid his toll or not. Deciding not to think too much on it, the stranger set about giving a very basic first aid, applying bandages to his wounds and removing splinters and shrapnel from his arms, legs and torso.

As Finn slowly roused from his unconsciousness due to the constant bumping and jarring, he found himself lying flat on a hard, seemingly metal, dirtied surface. Sitting up he found he was on the back of some sort of trailer being pulled by a very strange looking creature Finn had never seen before. Focusing further he could see that a humanoid figure was riding the animal and would turn around every so often as if surveying the area. The area, which as far as Finn could tell… was desert. As far as Finn's trained eyes could see, was the same strange maroon colored sand. The stranger gave a chuckle from above and Finn turned his head just in time to see its hand reaching down. Down… further… closer to Finn. Closer and closer before it stopped less than an inch before his face. He heard the stranger pull a knife from a sheath and that's when Finn began to struggle. But he couldn't. He couldn't move anything below his neck, and couldn't feel anything either. Finn went through a list in his head, of all the paralysis potions and poisons he knew of and still couldn't think of and that gave a partial paralysis. Meanwhile the stranger just stood… patiently, curiously watching him from behind his outstretched hand as if they had been having a conversation.

Finn slowly turned all of his concentration to the stranger after deliberation that a paralysis potion couldn't be what's at work. The figure turned and reached into a chest Finn could have definitely sworn wasn't there before. And pulled out a sack. It was beige and had no designs on it, the corners of the sack were frayed with use and age and it had small holes in the weave here and there. The Stranger placed the sack on Finn's head and tied a rope around his neck just before the opening, to prevent him taking it of Finn assumed. But then something very strange happened. At first it was a small feeling, a tickle at the bottom of Finn's neck, but then the feeling moved up his neck, to his chin. At this point Finn knew that the bag was filling up with water but was perplexed as to how. Nothing was being poured into the top and the rest of his body wasn't getting wet. The water kept rising past his nose and his eyes distorting what little light Finn could get through the holes while not passing through them either. There was very strange magic going on in this place and Finn knew it was the likes of which he'd never seen before. Finn's air was running out, he didn't have much time left, flashes of memory were appearing before him, the Hero's Pride and sinking down to the depths. Finn was going to drown again? Well he wouldn't have it, Finn began thrashing and twisting his neck and shoulder to try and rid the magical sack… but to no avail. Finn let out the air he had been holding in a flurry of bubbles, water rushed down his throat, it was cold, very cold… and then… gone. Gone? Finn took in gasps of air as light flooded his eyes, blinding him.

He could tell the light was from the sun as he could feel its gentle heat embracing him. As Finn's eyes slowly began to adjust, he could make out blurry shapes around him, lots of them and they were shouting. Finn readied himself as much as he could in his dazed state, entering a weak battle stance, from the fighting style he had developed himself through rigorous training, he spun trying to judge how large in numbers they were. But there were hundreds at least from the humanoid shadows he could make out at the time, there could be thousands of them, Finn couldn't fight that many, not with no weapons and just his basic magic. However as he further adjusted he found they weren't shouting, but cheering. People surrounded Finn in the street smiling and whooping. But where had all this come from, the buildings, with their futuristic, rounded and very bright architecture, the stores, selling all kinds of tech Finn knew bubblegum would love to get her hands on and most importantly the people, they were everywhere. And they were human! Finn fell to his rear as he looked up at the people around him, all of them human. He was shocked, speechless. Real, living and breathing humans! He wasn't the last one, they had been here, wherever here was, and they had been thriving. Cars that could fly hovered above him, robots and droids far more complicated than any mo-droid you could find in Ooo, worked at tills and patrolled the streets in blue uniforms. What was going on? Finn looked into the crowd to see the stranger making their way towards him, shoving their way through people until they reached the front, Finn hadn't really taken notice before but the stranger had been wearing a ragged longcoat with combat armor underneath, and a heavy robotic helmet over their head. The stranger slowly removed the helmet, and when the strangers golden hair fell back down to their shoulders. Golden hair, not unlike that which Finn possessed. Finn closed his eyes and when he opened them again he found himself staring at his reflection. No, not his reflection… The stranger. They looked exactly alike! After the crowd took in the face of Finn's apparent twin, they became even more frenzied. Screaming and shouting. The stranger leaned in and whispered into Finn's ear. "Come with me".

not knowing how else he should act, Finn simply nodded and followed the stranger, this time though the crowd partied, it didn't quiet but it did give the two lookalikes passage forward. After passing through a couple more blocks of endlessly packed streets the stranger turned and pointed straight ahead, in the distance, Finn could see what looked like a mansion with gold and blue patterns adorning its face. "That's where we're headed" the stranger stated excitedly, he didn't look that much younger than Finn himself maybe about two years behind making him about nineteen. During the long walk Finn took everything in about the city that he could, the different stores, the turns, alleys and the landmarks, mapping it all out in his head just in case he needed to make a quick escape. However Finn had already judged the humans as not a threat, and didn't have his guard up, wanting to believe in this crazy dream for as long as he can. Coming up on the mansion revealed that it was a lot bigger than Finn had originally thought. The blue and gold danced along the walls and around the ornate glass panes separated into fours, leading Finn's gaze along to the enormous porch. The doors had swirling ribbons of gold on a deep rich oak and the knockers, one on each door, had been shaped to form golden lion heads, their jaws clasped around the pivot and their eyes had been replaced with blue gems that seemed to sparkle brighter than the shining gold. The doors burst open and out came more strangers Finn had never seen before; however these new strangers were exactly the same as the last one. Everyone Finn could see in the crowd of five gathered before him, shared his golden hair and all looked similar to him. One of the five an older looking man with very expensive looking clothes on and tears in his deep green eyes came closer to Finn and embraced him. He said… "Welcome home… son". (BTW, in this fanfic martin doesn't exist.)

For the second time that day Finn was shocked out of his mind. His emotions began to bubble up inside him for the first time since he had left Ooo, he returned the loving embrace of his newfound father as tears began to fall from his own eyes. When the two had calmed down and released each other the older man spoke up again, "hello Finn. You probably don't remember me, but I know you, I know you because you are my long lost eldest son, Finn Goldrinn.", Finn didn't know what to say and all he could make out was a barely audible "H-How?", The first stranger from before spoke up at this, "we lost you and your mother during the great revolution, when the rebels attacked our home your mother, leader of the rebels stole you from us and escaped. Is that right dad?". "Yes son" Finn's father responded warmly "we searched for years to find you but discovered nothing" to Finn, "your mother meant a lot to me and you, even more so. I and the kingdom mourned for the years to come after your loss. The kingdom for its prince and me, for my son and heir". "I am King Lyon of Nerio and these are your siblings." Lyon gestured behind him at the four others standing there. "You have already met Gion, my second eldest" the first stranger bowed his head slightly by way of greeting, a big smile on his face. "Alex, the youngest" a boy who looked to be around 12 with again similar looks to that of the family, bowed a little deeper than the last. "And Fionna my third eldest" this time it was a very beautiful girl of what seemed to Finn to be around 17, that met his gaze and at the very same moment Finn could have sworn she lost her composure a little, taking a quick and sharp intake of breath, but Finn shrugged it off because as soon as he blinked she was seemingly back to normal. She gave a small curtsy, locking her eyes to his feet before rising; her eyes however didn't rise with her.

Finn spent the rest of the day being introduced into the new world he had discovered. It turned out; Finn was the missing eldest son of the ruling house of the human kingdom run by a monarchy system. The ruling house, Goldrinn, was very diplomatic and were adored by the people for bringing peace and prosperity, there had only ever been one rebellion against the crown and the reason why was never disclosed to the public. Nevertheless the people trusted their monarchs and chose to believe in them, ushering in a time of no wars and happiness with amazing breakthroughs in medicine and science. He was shown the way to his room by a young and pretty maid who was a bit too flirtatious, Finn thought, to be working in the mansion. But no matter, with a fresh new start Finn knew he would be able to get any kind of love and romance out of his mind, and his life, for good. His room was far bigger than he'd anticipated, with the same gold and blue color scheme that could be seen all throughout the mansion decorating the room, it made the plush violet mattress on his king sized bed stand out all the more. Hanging just above the 'far too large to be a bed' bed was what Finn assumed was the family crest. Embroidered a great spread of blue cloth was a golden sword much like his own that Finn was able to summon, however the blade itself was gold and the hilt was silver, the same gem lay at the end of the blade, however it seemed to glow white, something Finn's blade had never done. There was also a pair of golden angel wings coming from either side of the majestic sword and the white aura that the blade was emitting gave it a very holy or divine feel. Finn had to admit that he would very much like to possess a blade of such caliber.

It was late into the night and the fire on the fireplace built into the wall was on its last legs, dimming with every passing minute when a knock sounded on the door. Finn sat up from where he was lying on the bed and told the knocker to come in. the door opened slightly and the head of his father, the king poked through. "Is it alright if we talk awhile, son?" Finn nodded his head and his father came through into the room. He motioned to the couches that had been prepared around the fire for Finn's arrival. The king was a very prepared man you see and he had kept this room spare always just in case his lost son would ever return to him. They both sat before the fire and the king pulled out a bottle of pre war whiskey, he offered Finn a glass but he responded by telling his father that he didn't drink. However. Being the smooth talking master politician the king was, he soon convinced Finn to take a shot.

Another four shots later Finn's tongue was loose enough without him losing all sense of privacy that the king could have had him tell him anything he wanted. But, having had just as many drinks as Finn had, he wasn't really in the state to start interrogating Finn, not that he would anyway. Finn told his father of all the wonderful times he had spent in Ooo and all the amazing people he'd met, he spoke of Jake and how his family had raised him in the absence of his own. He went over how to all of Ooo he was a Hero who had saved the land from numerous presumed undefeatable threats. Then he got on to love, at the pressuring of his father, who seemed to be acting younger than he was at that moment. That was though, the moment when Finn broke. He burst into tears to the surprise of his father and one other. He spoke behind tears of his love for bubblegum, flame princess and finally Marceline. It was over Marceline that Finn cried the most. His story of how he had tried so hard to find a ring perfect for the love of his life, only to be betrayed completely and utterly, brought his father and the, what was now 'others' to tears as well. The conversation ended shortly afterwards due to both Finn and his father passing out. The crowd of servants, tears in their eyes after having over heard the tired Hero's story moved in to clean up after the two, a few male servants picked up the king and carried him back to his room while the others moved Finn back to his bed. When leaving, all the servants whispered the same thing to the original eavesdropper…

"goodnight, Princess."