The Tunnel of Fate

Hello, and welcome back to The Tunnel of Fate. Since my last chapter, I have been trying to make much longer chapters because honestly, I think I could have done chapter 2 maybe even 3 a little better. Maybe I'm just being a little harsh on my writing ability but anyways. Here is chapter 4. I do begin to include some OC's; however, don't worry about these characters out shadowing the main character. The story will always follow your favorite hero and his adventures and hijinks. These guys just make it a bit more interesting. Enjoy!

kojh0124: Bro/Sis, thank you so much for your continued support. You've been so freakin helpful and awesome with your feedback. All I can say is that I hope this story lives up to your expectations.

Author's note: I don't own Adventure Time

Chapter 4: Another Hero

The young man opens his eyes. Glancing around, he came to the conclusion that he was on a couch in someone's house. However, this was not the type of house he was used to seeing. The walls were not candy, nor rock, nor wooden plank, like his own. The house seemed to be made of entire trunks of trees laid in a horizontal fashion. Between each log was a stripe of gray material. It was not hard to guess that it was this material that kept the trunks from falling away from one another. The house itself was quite small. Being limited in size, the house only had one true room. From where he lain, he could see a bed in one corner, a small kitchen with a stove in another, and the couch that he sat on tucked into the final corner. The house itself was triangular; however, each item of furniture still found a perfect space to fit.

"Ugh… Where am I?" the young man asked "How did I get here? Am I on the surface?" A splitting pain shot through the man's skull. Reaching up to caress his ache, his hands rubbed over a thin wrap of bandages. He was having trouble remembering.

"Who wrapped my head? Wait, I remember… someone knocked me out. But who saved me?" The young man slowly sat up. Besides his now building migraine, his body felt great. He no longer felt dehydration and exhaustion. He could still use a little bit more sleep though. Looking down at his body, the man was shocked at his condition. He was as pale as the coconut cream river that ran behind the Candy Kingdom Palace. Months of wandering in the tunnel had completely destroyed the color from his sun-kissed skin. He was now pretty sure that whoever had seen him in the train station, probably mistook him for a vampire or maybe a ghost. His muscle build was slightly smaller than he remembered. Thinking back, it was probably caused by his improper nutrition intake during the trip. After all, salted meat and dried fruit only get a person so far. The man rose to his feet. A brief thought flashed through his mind.

"Did I get taller?" He quickly shook off the notion. It was more likely that he was just not quite used to seeing his own feet again. Looking to his left, he noticed a small triangular end table on one side of the couch. Moving over to it, he noticed a multitude of photos taken of a happy young couple and their children. Picking up the largest framed photo, he noticed a giant green man flexing with one arm while he held his beloved in his other. They both were dressed like seasoned adventurers. The man's body was near the normal proportions to be human, but his triangular face partnered with the green skin ended that notion. His eyes were a deep blue color and his crooked teeth dropped through his brilliant smile. He face showed complete honesty and compassion for everything alive. The man's much smaller wife was a mix of brilliant autumn colors. Her eyes were a shade of light green and hair yellow hair cascaded down her back like golden ribbon. The couple showed a look of pure bliss and peace with one another and their life in general. Around the green man's feet, two young children laughed joyously while they gave chased to each other. A yellow boy chased an orange and green girl. Neither could have been older than five. The young man holding the photo noticed, for the first time, the weapons that each adventurer wielded. On the woman's back was a white long-sword with a shimmering emerald implanted into the beautifully crafted hilt. The green man had a long elegant bow. His weapon had two emerald gemstones; one on the top and one on the bottom where the string met the bow. He almost burst into laughter at the silliness of the couple. The petite woman was the expert swordsman and the large muscular man was the longbowman.

However, after calming his laughter at the photo, the young man began to stare at the genuine moment that was forever captured. Slowly, his eyes changed from amusement to longing. The picture almost mocked him; the dream, he knew, was so far away from his reach. The man and women were both perhaps in their early twenties. The young man himself was at least nineteen. He had set-off when he was eighteen, but he was sure he had missed his birthday while traveling underground. His stare became distant and he thought back to an earlier time, to a happier time... when his life was filled with endless joy and simpler problems. He saw a younger version of himself, sitting outside on a picnic blanket with a stack of cards in his hands. Across from him, was a bonfire that he had built himself for the comfort of his companion. Lying upon that bonfire was a fiery girl. Her hands were stuck out and away from the burning inferno and wrapped in aluminum foil. She too had a stack of cards in her hand and a pensive look on her face. A playing board separated the two warriors that were locked in an intense battle of skill and strategy. Their game was none other than…

Card Wars…

"I send my fire troll to burn your enchanted library." The fiery girl said

"Sorry FP, I activate my Shield of Water. Your fire troll takes damage because it is a fire type. Now I counter by activating my water dragon. Due to its special ability, it won't take any damage from fire elementals." The boy had a smug look on his face. "Then I'll end my turn"

"What?! You didn't even attack!" yelled the girl

"I just feel it's a bit more gentleman-like to give the woman a fighting chance. Wouldn't you agree?" The boy feigned nobility

"You made the wrong move going easy on me just because I'm a girl. I activate the card, Trifector. After three turns of absolute inactivity from one of my creatures, I am able to summon two creatures of the same stats as the inactive creature. My fire mage has been inactive for three turns, and therefore, allow me to summon the fire magician and the fire wizard. Now, these three have a special ability, Elemental Origin. When all three are out on the field at the same time, they can change my entire side to whatever elemental type I choose. Now, I choose for my fire elementals to become lightning elementals!" The girl proclaimed with vigorousness.

"But that means…"

"That's right, your water elementals are weak against lightning and now, my attacks are doubled."

The young man started at the opposite side of the playing field. The fire engulfing the enemy creatures was quickly doused as the flames shifted to pure electricity. How could he possibly defend against that? All of his grass elementals were rendered useless from FP's Volcanic Eruption card. He was utterly screwed. The pain ended quickly, the various magical electric beings rushed his side of the board. The dragon went quickly, his water swordsman put up a fight and wounded the troll, but he was still done away with. The elementals turned to his life bar and unleashed a volley of fury. It was over, the boy had lost. The girl was caught up in her victory. She yelled and laughed sitting on her bonfire. The boy was stunned, he had never lost. He had only ever lost to Jake and that was due to Jake's inability to accept defeat. He had played a variety of friends, BMO, Mr. Pig, Marceline… He had even played and won against PB at one point. After that though, she claimed that it was a trivial child's game and that her constant work in the lab had left her unable to think clearly. He had a feeling though that she was just trying to maintain her pride. But here he was, losing his first real match to his girlfriend who had never even heard of the game until this afternoon. The boy got up from sitting and knelt down in front of his girlfriend. The girl looked confused at his actions.

"What are you doing?"

"This day… I have been bested by a master tactician. You now hold the honor of the title… Cool Guy." the boy said. The girl had absolutely no clue of his and Jake's previous rankings for winner and loser. She just shrugged the oddness away and got up.

"Okay then, for losing in battle you must now take the "Cool Guy" to dinner at the nicest restaurant in the Candy Kingdom." she said while smiling at his crouched form.

"It would be my honor milady." the boy faked nobility once again. Laughing, they both took off running, leaving the board game behind. Their silhouettes against the setting sun showed their continuation of competition and tomfoolery as they raced off to the Candy Kingdom.

The moment was suddenly interrupted by a foot moving through the front door. An old woman emerged in the door frame. She was carrying a bundle of firewood in her arms. Her eyes quickly locked with the young man's. He, in turn, almost dropped the picture in his hands. It was her, the autumn woman from the photo. Suddenly, he realized that his face was no longer covered by his hood. He was not even wearing his iconic hat; she would notice his human features for sure. He quickly dropped the photo back on the table and reached around to the back of his neck for his hood. However, it was not there. There he was, in a strange land, meeting the first inhabitant, and he had already blown his cover.

Nice…

The old woman seemed to notice his internal strife and quickly responded.

"Don't worry young human, your secret is safe with me. I hung your cloak on the rack over on the wall there. It, along with you, were dirty beyond all comparison when I found you. I thought it would be nice to wash you both up as an apology for giving you a concussion." She said with a nervous smile. The young man turned a crimson color in response.

"You saw me naked?!"

"Oh don't you be getting yourself in a fuss now. I've had a husband and I've had to wash my children before, it's not like its anything new to me. I am much too old to do anything anyway."

The young man was still quite embarrassed and chose to stay quite.

"Sorry about knocking you out. That horrible metal screeching noise I heard coming from my food storage earlier and your pale, dirty skin made me think that you were some sort of feral vampire."

Nailed it…

"Anyways, when I found you, I thought you were on the brink of death. I decided, against my better judgment, to take you back home and try to get you back to health. I hope you're not associated with evil…" she said as she reached behind her cabinet and began to draw out a long white sword. Seeing the sword, the young man held up his hands.

"No, No. I would never associate with evil. I am somewhat of a hero where I come from after all." He said with a calm demeanor.

"A human hero huh? That's a new one. Where do you hail from?"

"Umm… I'm from a place that's very far away from here." he said

"I see, well would you care to give me your name" she responded. He had already blown his cover here. Would it be alright to just come out the whole way with his identity? No, he needed to play smart. The woman seemed friendly enough, but was that a risk he was willing to take?

"Davie. My name is Davie" he responded

"Davie?" She looked at him incredulously. "Why did you have the feeling to lie to the sweet old lady who just saved your life? Didn't you just say that you were a hero?"

"I'm sorry…" Her words felt like a heavy weight tied to his heart. The human felt so ashamed of his actions. He was supposed to be a hero, and that meant being gracious to whoever was nice enough to save him. From that point, he felt that she deserved to know whatever she wanted about his identity.

"It's alright my dear. How about we try again? What is your name young hero? she asked

"Finn, Finn the Human" he stated with determination

"So you really do have only one true name huh?" she asked with worry, "So where do you come from and how did you break down that large metal door in my produce storage building?"

This was how their friendship began. Finn the Human began with reciting the tale of how he came to discover the endless tunnel, his trip to the Market Kingdom for food and supplies, and finally to Wizard City to illegally purchase his air bubble. While he was telling of his journey through the tunnel, he became side-tracked. He told the woman tales of his friends and loved ones. He told of his adoptive parents, Jake, Bubblegum, Marceline, and the Ice King. He re-enacted moments of his stories, holding his head high when talking about saving the world from the Lich King and low when he mentioning his mistakes such as those with the princess of flames. So many emotions flashed through his eyes. They were all there; happiness, fear, bravery, valor, depression, honesty, compassion, jealously, anger. It was like a mask holding back all of his emotions had been removed right before the old woman's eyes. On the outside, she watched him intently. She clapped at his performances and patted his back during his sorrow. On the inside, she was studying every aspect of him. He truly did have the makings of a hero, whether he accepted it yet or not. However, this was a lesson that she could not teach him, he himself would need to learn first-hand. Eventually, Finn slowly died down as he finished up his tale with recalling his moment of being knocked in the head and collapsing on the sack of potatoes. After his story, he gave the old woman a funny look. She was staring at the wall, seeming to not pay attention to his words. Finn felt upset at himself for once again letting his emotions control his actions. The woman was indeed paying attention. She was just so lost in her own thoughts and emotions. In reality, the human's story had had a profound effect on her. His emotions brought forth hundreds, even thousands of her own emotions and memories that she once thought dead and gone. Shaking out of her stupor, she noticed the man's downcast face. Putting two-and-two together, she realized her mistake and apologized.

"I'm sorry Finn, I swear I was not ignoring your stories." she said

"Do not worry, it is fine even if you were." he said. The old woman meant to respond to the statement was cut off as the young man said…

"Glob it's late" She looked out the glass window. To her shock, the sun had long since gone down. She realized how hungry and tired she truly was. The morning sun will shine in within the next two hours or so. Looking at the young man she made a quick decision.

"Well I'm going to get some rest, feel free to stay the night if you want. By the way, you can call me, Mother Scarlett." she said happily. Finn suddenly blushed from realizing that he had just about given his entire life-story to a woman who he had barely known for a day. The woman shook her head in response and walked over to her kitchen.

"Could I prepare you some victuals young sir?" she said half-jokingly

"I would be delighted, what is on the menu this beautiful morning?" he joked back

"Homemade potato salad and some ale." she responded.

Ale? What exactly is ale? Was this perhaps that stuff that Jake had told him that he was too young to drink? After a few minutes, she returned to the couch with a massive plate of potato salad with two forks stuck in the mound. She also held two pewter jugs of ale.

"Thank you" the young man said taking his pewter jug. He was a little unsure of the whole eating-on-one-plate deal, but it was probably just another culture. He should learn to adapt to it quickly if he wanted to disguise himself in this new land. The potato salad was cold and not very flavorful. He wasn't about to make any negative comments on her cooking so instead he complimented the taste and flavor. The old woman seemed grateful for his compliment and continued eating. Eventually, the young man tried to wash down his food with the jug of ale. Tilting his head back, he took a massive gulp of the ale, hoping to quench his growing thirst. Instead, he instantly felt the need to regurgitate. It tasted so terrible and the burning in his mouth would not stop. Using all of his will-power, he kept himself from any shakes, shutters, and weird spasms that could have jumped though his body at any time. Eventually the feeling subsided and the hero felt more at ease. Suddenly, Mother Scarlett looked over at him.

"How is the ale? I brewed it myself."

"Tastes amazing!" he said through a half crooked smile. Now he did it. She asked him about quality and he sealed his fate by giving his approval. Now, he had to finish it.

The rest of the night, they ate in silence while Finn painstakingly nursed the ale in his hands until it was finally empty. When she asked if he had wanted another, he politely declined. At the end of their meal, he felt completely different. His face was red, his body was on fire, and his words slurred around every vowel. Looking at him, she just laughed and told him to go to bed. Stumbling over to the couch, Finn collapsed and passed out like a light. The old woman giggled.

"It's nice to have some company again. Looks like I'll have to wait until tomorrow to trade more information. He is gifted with more potential than I've seen in anyone in a very long time. I don't think he could ever realize how much the people here need someone like him. We need another hero." she whispered. The sun had begun to rise over the horizon of the mountainous lands. Looking over to the picture that Finn had held in his hands earlier, she repeated…

"We need another hero…"

The sun had already reached across the sky long before the hero rose. He was being shaken and he could faintly hear yelling.

"Finn, Finn! Wake up!"

He opened his eyes, it was Mother Scarlett.

"Finn wake up, please! I need your help." she pleaded. Finn shot up from the couch only for his headache to pull him back down.

"Ahh, Glob that hurts! What's wrong Mother Scarlett?" he asked

"Finn you need to help me. A band of mercenaries are trying to find and steal my harvest. You need to help me get rid of them please." she practically begged, "Oh and here, this medicine should dull your hangover."

Hangover? He didn't question her and took the medicine. He trusted her plenty. Walking over, the young man donned his cloak and hid away a few items from his backpack into his secret pockets. Leaving the backpack on the ground, he made his way to the door.

"Let us go" he spoke with heavy determination.

"Wait! Don't you need a weapon?" she looked at his arm where the green grass hid underneath, "From what you told me, your sword has been unusable for quite some time now"

"Its fine, I've become a master at improvising weapons because of this thing." he said casually "You'll see soon enough."

"No I will not! You need a weapon of some sort." she said as she walked to one cabinet and produced a hand sized hunk of steel. "This is my husband's old favorite. He named it Autumn. I would give you my sword, but the thing is so old, I'm afraid that it would break on the first swing. Sorry I don't have something else to give you, but if my husband made good use of it, I'm sure you will as well."

Receiving the hunk of metal, the young man noticed that the piece of steel was actually flat. Four finger holes were carved through the steel. Slipping the piece over his fingers he noticed that on the front, each finger carried a different letter; O, U, C, H.

"I would have loved to meet your husband" he said while rubbing his other hand over the engraved letters.

"They're normally called brass knuckles but these are steel and its pair was lost long ago." she responded. She was avoiding the topic of her husband. Finn picked up on this but didn't think this was the time or place to press the subject. Walking out the door, he turned around.

"Where is the storage located at?"

"It is directly east of here. The mercenaries are about south of that location. Make sure you scare them enough so that they run back to their friends scared. That should discourage future events. And… Finn?"

"Yeah?"

"It's broad daylight so, be careful." she said with worry

"Don't worry, they won't know what hit 'em." he said while flipping the long hood of his cloak over his head. Pulling out his compass, he reoriented his body. Lowering himself to the ground, he kicked his legs and sprinted off into the deep forest surrounding Mother Scarlett's cabin. The hero in him was back after months of hiding, and boy did it feel good.

A dark figure watched as four lightly armored foot-soldiers walked aimlessly through the forest. Mixes of orange, red, and yellow began to paint some of the trees as summer slowly changed to autumn. Thick underbrush made each of the soldiers complain except the leader.

"Bruce, how much further is this food cache supposed to be?" one foot soldier asked

"Quit your complaining it should be just a little further" The lead retorted

"We're probably lost on account of Bruce's terrible skills with orienteering" Another foot soldier noted. Multiple chuckles emerged from the group.

"Shut up Darryl, your being no help to the group!" Bruce exclaimed

"I don't even know why we're doing this. Are we not still in a drought? Shouldn't we be trying to bring back the food with us instead of destroy it? It doesn't even make sense to me" asked the last foot soldier

"I don't question command and neither should you. We do our job, get paid, then go and aimlessly spend it on life's little pleasures. Alright?" The exasperated lead said

"You getting us lost ain't gonna help us get this job done though" Darryl countered.

"That's it! I'm sick of the lot of ya! Walk in a straight line so I don't have to see your faces and keep your months shut unless you want to lose a months' pay." Bruce exploded

The men quickly replied by moving into single-file formation and immediately stopped their jeers. Fun was fun but only when it did not involve their wallets. The figure watching them silently laughed at how easy his job had just become. Running ahead of the group, the figure found a great hiding location and laid himself down among the thick underbrush. The convoy of soldiers slowly made their way passed the hidden figure. Their feet moved within his line of attack but still, the figure waited until the last soldier had passed by…

"William, retrieve the dynamite. We need to be ready and I think we are almost there." Bruce said, "William, come on, I'm not going to take away your months'…" he trailed off. William was gone…

"William?! William! Where is that blasted bastard? He has all the dynamite… Darryl, Joshua… fan out and find him."

The figure smiled and bounded away to his next victim. Meanwhile, Bruce walked deeper into the forest trying to find his friend. What if something happened to William? The man was secretly like a brother to him.

"Ahhh!" a distant scream rang out

"Darryl?! What happened? Where are you?!" Bruce shouted while pulling his sword from its sheathe.

"Bruce! There's something in the forest! We got to get out of her… Ahhh!"

A flock of crows jumped from the ground and took flight.

"Joshua?!" Bruce was visible sweating. It was broad-daylight yet he still could not see the attacker. In fear, he took one last desperate attempt to keep himself from being slaughtered without a fight. "Where are you?! Come out and fight me like a man!" he said while putting his sword up in front of his face.

Turning his head to the left, he saw nothing. Turning his head to the right, he saw nothing. Turning his head again to the left he saw something… A figure stood propped up against a tree with a massive trunk. His hands, and what was visible of his face, were pale white.

"Who are you?!" Bruce yelled out in fear. However, the figure stayed put, intent on examining something wrapped around the fingers of his right hand. Seeing he might have an opening, Bruce charged after the cloaked figure intent on impaling the thing with his sword. The figure seemed unfazed, choosing to lazily move around to the back of the massive tree truck.

"I've got you now!" Bruce shouted running around the tree and impaling his sword into the shadow caused by the tree. A look of true terror descended on his face as he looked up in time to see a figure falling on him with his fist outstretched. He could have sworn he saw he word OUCH engraved on the knuckles before his world sank into darkness. Before leaving, the figure wrote a note and left in on the unconscious body, like he had done to the past three soldiers. The note read, "Leave this forest and never return".

Finn returned later back at the house of Mother Scarlett. It was perhaps four in the afternoon and he really needed to set off soon. Where to? He did not know. He was hoping his heart would guide him to his next location, wherever that may be. He was in a new land, with barely any knowledge of it and its workings; however, he still felt good about his chances of getting back home. After all, as long as he's alive there is hope. That was a lesson that the tunnel had taught him the hard way.

Reaching for the knob, Finn turned it and entered the home. When he did, he noticed Mother Scarlett attempting to fill his water bottle to full capacity.

"Hello Finn! I was meaning to get this done before you came back but I think your bottle must have a leak or something. My old eyes aren't the best anymore. I've already put in two buckets full from the well and it still doesn't seem full" she said.

Finn just laughed

"Don't worry, it is a magic canister. It will hold much more than that, but thank you. Two buckets full should be plenty for now." he said

"How did the job go?" she asked

"Just fine, you should not have any mercenary problems any time soon." he said. The young man then attempted to remove the steel knuckle and give it to Mother Scarlett.

"Here…"

"Absolutely not! You still need a weapon and this one will treat you well. It is my gift to you, young hero." she smiled.

"I cannot thank you enough; you healed me, fed me, and even armed me. I am forever indebted to you." the hero bowed nobly

"I shall keep that in mind. But you should remember, never make a promise that you can't keep."

"I'm sure I will be able to fulfil this one, some day." the young man smiled.

"Well, I know you probably do not wish to take anymore gifts but I have two that I believe will be crucial for your journey" she said while reaching into her closet, "Here I found my last map. It is very small and it only contains a few landmarks such as the Forgotten Forrest and the Nature Kingdom but it is a start."

"No this is too much…"

"Nonsense! Also, this scarf has protected me no matter what weather was thrown at me. I believe it would also be nice to hide your identity if you happen to lose your hood."

Mother Scarlett wrapped the tan scarf around the young man's face and neck.

"There we go now. I can barely tell that your human." she said smiling

"Thank you, so much" the hero replied

"Quit your groveling boy. Get out there and save the world like a hero is supposed to do." she joked

Finn slowly retrieved his backpack and walked out the door. Turning around, he walked back to Mother Scarlett and hugged her for all the kindness she had shown him in the short two days he had visited.

"One last thing Finn. People around here generally have two names or more. Also, Finn is not a common name at all. You'll need a modified name if you wish communicate with others and not draw suspicion. Finley is slightly more common."

"Ugh… fine. I need a second name as well huh?" the man asked with disinterest

"Yes and it is important. I don't know what it is like where you come from, but last names represent your family heritage. They are quite important so pick one that you think would be good." she explained

Finn laughed

"What about Jake? That would be kind of weird though." he joked

"It would be weird. Jake is not a last name. How about Jacobs? Finely Jacobs? That sounds really good!" she exclaimed exuberantly

"Yeah… it's just wonderful" Finn replied sarcastically

"Oh don't be like that! Now you have a perfectly believable name. Just try not to slip up and call yourself something different. You need to keep your stories consistent."

"Alright, you are the expert of this land for all I know." he moaned begrudgingly, "Anyways, I believe it is time for me to go, thank you once again for your hospitality." the young man smiled

"You are always welcome here Finely Jacobs. Now go and fulfill your destiny."

"Goodbye Mother Scarlett!" the young man called as started to head off toward the trail marked on his newly acquired map.

Perhaps this is just what the young man needed… a fresh start. He now had food, water, health, and a map to guide his footsteps. He heavily debated actually using the new name that Mother Scarlett had bestowed upon him. It was definitely a change for the boy who had grown up mostly around people who preferred to be called by their titles or just a single name. But in the end, he decided that he would respect Mother Scarlett's knowledge of the matter. He felt good. He made his first friend in this strange land and was now on his way to the largest area located on his map, the Nature Kingdom. Things were looking up for the young hero. However, he still couldn't shake the feeling of homesickness that had been growing in his heart for quite some time. One day, one day he would return. He would finally be the hero that everyone needs him to be. Finally, he would be the hero Flame Princess needs him to be.

The sun had set down below the horizon before a large yellow man entered the triangular cabin. The man looked directly at the old woman sitting on her couch, staring at an old photo. She didn't even budge.

"Hey, you alright?" the man asked in concern

"Oh, hello Bruce, I didn't see you there. Yes I'm fine. How did things go." she asked. Her voice was full of melancholy as she refused to tear her eyes from the photo.

"Well as you can tell from my busted up face as well as the busted up faces of my team, it did not go very well." he said irritatingly. She finally looked up.

"I'm sorry Bruce, I needed you to see my peculiar find" she replied

"Well, you could have given me a little more information on the guy. I swear that man could have ended my life as well as the collective lives of my team if he had really wanted to. Honestly, I was expecting some sort of poorly planned, on-the-fly kind of assault. It wasn't even dark out! He picked us off one by one." Bruce sighed

"I'm really sorry, but now you see of his of his potential, yea?" she asked

"Aye, it was worth the rousing you gave me early this morning to "attack" your food supply. I have to say, I would not have believed you had I not seen him first-hand. What am I saying… the only part of him I saw was his fist!" the man complained, "Do you really think he could be the one?"

"I don't know. He certainly has the potentiality. Only time will tell what fate has planned for him."

"Shouldn't we have told him about our cause? If he truly is what you say he is, he should be very useful to us."

"No, no he needs to make the choice on his own. Otherwise, it would not truly be his own will to fight."

"I hope you know what you're doing." Bruce said

"Don't trust your own mother darling?" she asked jokingly

"Of course I do. I must get going. Command will need me back soon."

"Have a safe trip Bruce." Mother Scarlett said. She held out an open palm.

"For The Cause"

Bruce extended and placed his own palm onto his mother's.

"May it forever prosper"

Oh my god. Bet you didn't see that one coming right? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my story. If you did, don't be shy to leave a review. Criticism or praise is always accepted.