Authors note: This is a day late. I'm sorry. I didn't intend for it to happen. Anyways this is kind of a boring chapter, but the next chapter will be faster paced. And the next chapter will be in November. I'm going to do a two part story for Halloween. So this won't be updated for a while. Anyways the chapter is waiting, so enjoy.

5

Fionna

She already had her sword when Marshall had gotten there. She was about to walk around him when he grabbed her arm. "Fionna, what's wrong? Actually don't answer that. I know hatred when I see it. Why do you hate her? What did you mother do to you?" he asked.

"It's a long story." she said.

"We have time." Marshall said, putting his arm around her. She immediately felt calmer, and more focused. She did love how he was there for her. He was a constant factor in her crazy life. She needed to confide in him more, but it was hard. She could tell it was hurting him that she did keep a lot about her past from him, but there was so much only her and Cake knew. They had kept it a secret, but Marshall wasn't going anywhere anytime soon so she should start telling him. She would start with what happened between her and her mother, than she would go on to tell him what happened with Flame Prince.

"It happened a few months ago, after Flame Prince and I broke up." She began. "Do you know who Beatrice is?"

"Yeah the famous hero who beat the Lich." he answered.

She nodded, then continued. "I knew her before she died. Her ex-boyfriend and I found her bucket list and long story short I found out that my mother was alive. Cake and I went on a quest to find her. She was in a jail. I got her out of her cell. She used me to get out and then left me. She's a deadbeat and she needs to leave me alone. She needs to get out of my house."

She was shaking when she finished, trying to hold back tears. Marshall's grip got tighter. He soon said, "What does she want?"

"Money, power, minions. What doesn't she want is the question." she answered.

"Let's talk to her." Marshall said. "We can't just kill her. If we do we go to jail. So we need to talk to her and figure it out from there."

She nodded got up grabbing Marshall's hand when he got up. They walked downstairs and prepared to face with her mother. Her mother was laying on the couch wearing a small nightgown. "What do you want?" she asked.

Her mother got up and said, "Why Fionna I just want to see my daughter."

"Stop being manipulative. You don't know me. You don't care." she said, bitterness filling her voice. "So tell me, what do you want."

"I need help." Martha said. "Some people are after me and you're all I have." She looked annoyed. "Friday they are coming and I need you to make up your mind and help me."

"I'll give you an answer tomorrow, but for now get out." she replied. Martha rolled her eyes and grabbed her stuff.

"See you tomorrow." Martha said as she left the treehouse. She sat down on the couch trying to figure out what to do about her mother. Marshall sat next to her and she put her head on his shoulder.

"Are we going to help her?" Marshall asked.

"I don't know." she replied. She really didn't. Logically she should help her, but after the way her mother had treated her she really shouldn't.

"I think you should help her. You're a good person and good people help each other no matter what, but it's your choice." Marshall said. Now that she thought about it she knew Marshall was right. She knew what she had to do.