A/N: Hey dudes so here it is the remastered version of Sightless Prince. So yes the first chapter will be very different from the original. And the story is heavily influenced from a few comics, fantasy movies, and games I like. So like always big shout out to Brewer235, TheFlyingPriest, and Jomo2014. Also huge thanks to my dudes Jester Smiles for getting me into Adventure Time to begin with. Also shout outs to He23t, Neon and the Lost Soul, KillingTheShadows101, TBRO, Lunar Silver, Dementia found paranoia, and Atomsk the pirate king for leaving reviews on the original fic. And pushing for this story to keep going. As well as everyone else who favorited and liking the original as well. So dudes hope you like the fic and leave a comment on where you want it to go.

Female Narrator's POV

The world known as Earth has faced many horrors at the hands of humans. But the biggest mistake wasn't by humans but by an invasive species.

During the beginning of humans exploration into the stars numerous events plagued the skies.

These events were called the Hailstones of the Thunderbirds. Wild orbital rifts open sending meteorites coated in unknown substances into the planet.

People who saw the events close enough swore they heard a crack of thunder along with the screech of an unknown avian creature. After some time humans found out that there was another side to these rifts.

During what is simple called the Fractioned Moon the largest of all rifts opened. With it several pieces odd objects fell through on crashed into the moon.

With a large chunk of the moon gone people finally too notice of the rifts.

Each country had their own say in what they did with an object fragment that landed.

But the planet itself also had a say in what it wanted from these fragments. To the shock of people around the world odd sightings became more frequent.

Creatures of unknown make and original appeared throughout the world. One country saw a large mass of one kind of creature amassing at its edge.

Before long the countries leadership ordered a strike of nuclear proportion. A strike that caused the Mushroom catastrophe. People that were within twenty miles of the event say that the green mushroom cloud the event made.

Had skulls that were wailing in pain for all to hear.

Country that saw the signs both of the ground becoming less lush, the skies raining hail as sharp as knives.

And lastly the fact that whenever a mist came into populated areas. The mist either coughed the breath or sent mild numbness through a persons body.

With that it was enough so some. These humans from various nations banded together. Even when the governments these humans once lived and worked for tried to force control over their work.

These humans stood strong they learned from the objects and rifts that were sending waves of objects to the planet.

These humans created the ring colony called the Frontier with now circles the moon.

Even as governments ordered for the humans that build the orbital station to hand it over. These humans had warriors to protect it. And the people that wanted to be free of control.

These Clans as called by the others humans stood for their freedom. The Clans used these warriors to help bring humans from the planet as fast as they could back to the Frontier.

Often times they lost humans that they tried to save. The various governments armed forces tried to capture or kill the Clans warriors.

But the Clans knew that they had to do something to give their warriors and edge. To both protect themselves and the people they went to liberate.

Thus they finally looked into all the material and odd substances that came from the rifts.

In their covert research the Clans scientist found that plants, soil, rocks, and even waters afflicted by the rift materials. First they merely augmented their weapons.

Overcharging or dipping their weapons metal into the mixtures they made. The enhanced weapons and armor gave these warriors a fierce streak when they went out.

But soon even their enhanced armor and weapons couldn't help push these warriors to be better then their bodies allowed them. Either the armor held up greatly while the person inside still received harmful injuries.

Or the warrior using the weapon felt a delay in their movements. Worse that using their enhanced weapons caused harm back to the warriors.

Soon the Clan scientist found the answer. They need to take the full plunge they needed to add the mixture into there very bodies.

The Clans voiced their worries but the warriors stressed that the planet was still dying. While they debated on why they would risk themselves to save more people.

The answer was simple to the warriors.

With worried nods the scientist created the dangerous drinks. Not knowing what would happen so half was injected into their body. While the other half was sent into the warriors bones.

After mere moments the affects became know. Warriors either screamed in pain or twitched rapidly against their control.

After a days rest the final results of the mixture know as the Dip was revealed. The warriors had enhanced senses, bodies as tough as iron, reflexes that made some of them seem to move as blurs.

After the final years of the Mushroom even only seven thousand of the billions of humans could be saved. The governments had turned on each other. And went to war for every last pure recourse they could see.

This dark time was the last war the Mushroom wars.

While the Frontier hovered near the moon. People from across the world wondered what life was like for the people whole escaped.

On the Frontier life was different the rule was no one had too much. And no one had too little.

The Clans saw the flaws, which was that people competed a lot and it caused too much problems. Their system allowed people to compete but it stays in certain areas.

And that was the end of it.

The Clans wanted the people to see them as equals so each clan had one representative. While each district of people has one or two. And added members if they needed.

With the years going on the Clans warriors were given a name. Witchers these elite warriors had no fear, they rivaled none, and their identities were not given to the people of Frontier.

The Clan scientist agreed that the Witchers would live normal lives. But when called upon they would be ready in a moments notice.

Over the years the Witchers took trips down to the planet. Learning that the material was given a name. Mana is the source of the mystical or magical things that have changed the planet.

Witchers soon made contact with both local wildlife and the new natives of the planet. On several occasions either proving to be aggressive or shy.

But the natives of the world that remember these interactions pass down the tales. Tales of armored warriors who fight like monsters and vanish into the stars.

The Witchers have continued however passing down their teachers from one another. As well as passing down the armor of their Clans.

In the Clans there are two armor sets one worn by the Elder and one by the Youth. Once the Youth becomes the Elder they pass on the Elders armor to the new Youth.

The Youth then reforges the armor to their liking. Often time the Youth will reforge their armors numerous times as they grow or learn from a battle.

The Ten Clans agreed to a solemn oath to protect their home and their people.

The Witchers embrace this oath by standing for honor and the freedom that the founding Clans sought out. With their Clans past now a full tradition often time Youths must face hardships before becoming full Youths to the Clans.

But each Clan agrees only two Witchers to a Clan no more or less.

Walking the freshly cleaned halls of the Frontier we find three similarly dressed individuals. Dressed in robes that are a mix of military and spirituality the three talk to one another.

The man to the left says "Another great day for public talks. I just wish however District-Man Cody wasn't so harsh with his wording."

The woman to the middle nods to add, "His argument isn't without worry but it can't be helped. We need to find a means to open channels back to the planet soon or later.

"These last few years have shown us that the soil has been push far enough. We must either open trade with whatever civilization has grown in our absence.

"Or send a large mining group to dig up soil."

The woman to the right nods saying "But no worries. The farming districts will push the approval. Everyone needs to eat but I wonder who will be in the reconnaissance group."

The woman to the middle nods saying "We'll be sending the Witchers of course. And to be sure we'll be sending a District-Man or Woman to provide diplomacy if needed.

"But we need to make sure their will be crops and water for the years to come. Sucking the frozen ice from space has shown its limits."

Walking and turning to then turn again the trio enter a large room. The room is filled with the clashing of metal. The crackle of energy whizzing through the air.

And orders being barked at from several different places.

In the room older men and woman dressed in light body vests watch the teens and late age kids as they train. The trio watches on as the young go through the various exercises.

On top of hovering platforms two teens are attacking another teen. All three holding a wooden weapon, the two opposing teens wielding staffs.

While the lone teen has two shorter wooden weapons in hand. As both teens advance the lone teens jumps catching both off guard and platting his foot to both their chests.

The force of which sends both off the platforms.

Looking to the firing range you can see kids and teens testing out the various weapons on hand. Both the energy pulses each weapon makes changes due to their customization.

As the dummies in the range either twitch or jump from the hits. The adults close by shout orders telling various ones to correct or aim differently.

The trio continues to watch as a lone women looking to be in the mid or late sixties approaches them. The woman says, "Come to see the next batch of Witchers Clan heads? I can tell you a few wishing to show their worth.

"'The woman's expression hardens seeing one Clan head though'. Marry Finn wants to know if you'll be skipping dinner with us again?"

The female Clan leader in the middle keeps her eyes on the room. Briefly looking to the Elder to say "Tell Finn I'll join you for breakfast tomorrow. Talks are underway right now.

"The outcome has a large affect on out home."

Marry Merten's wife to the late Jack Merten's is one of the Clan heads and overseer to the Merten's clan.

After her husband died from a tumor in his spine Marry hasn't been the same. In those dark days Finn was often left alone. To which the Elder and mother to Jack took Finn under her watch.

Marry had thanked her for being there for Finn when she couldn't. Telling the Elder that in two weeks she would have worked through her depression.

She did but the week agreement became a life of training as Finn took up his fathers place as a Witcher Youth. At the age of nine Finn began his training far sooner then most.

Finn forged and named his first blade, which in-sighted a laugh from the Elder.

Elder Witcher Merten says "The boys growing up Marry bout time you give him the time of day. Or he won't mind you like he does me."

The other Clan head says "You should take time for him Marry. My Abigail talked none stop about how Finn helped her customize her energy rifle."

The man sighs to add "I envy you both Thomas wanted nothing more then to be like my father. But the Dip was too much. Even though he is bound to that chair. That hasn't stopped him from perusing the life of our Clan Witchers."

Elder Witcher Merten asks, "I take it you all didn't just stop by to say hello? So Marry why are you all here?"

Marry nods to answer, "Like I said the politics are in talks. A decision will soon be made to make contact with the surface again. Crops are not producing well due to the soil no longer being rich enough.

"Well be selecting three Witchers to head down with a Cities men to open talks. Or find a suitable area to harvest soil. From what our drones in orbit have shown us.

"Creatures on the surface are much large. Even Skag and Stalker populations have grown. A few places on the various continents show large populated states. So if needed we'll open talks and exchanges first before we strip mine an area."

Elder Witcher says, "So the shortages of food and water are true. While we explore the various large chunks of rock drifting through space to mine. Our supplies have been depleting.

"I'll signal Finn you two will have a moment together Marry. No arguments either he's your child he should at least talk to you every week instead of once a month."

The Elder Witch raises her bracelet to flick it three times. Across the room sitting at a wet stone a teenage boy with blonde hair stops. His ears twitching placing down the knife the teen stands.

Walking past the various sections of training in the room he hands off his weapon to another Elder Witcher. The Witcher complements his work as he heads off to the stairs.

Walking the steps the boy's bright golden locks shine in the rooms light. As he reaches the stairs top he asks, "You call for me Elder?"

Elder Merten says, "No need to be formal boy so go talk with your mama. You two come with me I'm sure you'll want to see your kids as well."

Marry looks over her sons face sees its still baby soft not a dash of facial hair to be seen. His golden locks hanging past his neck straight just like her own.

And unlike other Youths who either have bruises or small cuts from training. Finn's face shows no such signs.

The only time he has been badly hurt was during his sparing with an Elder.

The Elder misread Finn's attack causing him to nearly snap Finn's spin. Thankfully a speedy Elder hit the other in time before worse damage was done.

Marry asks, "How has your training been Finn?"

Finn answers, "Well mother I'm happy to carry the Clan's traditions. I usually only see you late a night... Seeing you here is rare."

Marry nods to say, "A mission is coming to a vote Finn. We'll need Witchers to send to the planets surface. And I wanted to see who would be the best candidates."

Finn asks, "Well they send the Elders?"

Marry shakes her head answers "That's still up for debate. I came with those two to see how far along youths in your age group are coming. For now I'll continue to watch."

Finn says "Then watch mother very few are ready for real combat. Even leave ten testing drone and robots still beats those my age."

Marry nods to ask "I heard Alan tried to pick on you a while ago? And that you have yet to put her in her place. Why have you not shown her by sparing with her?"

Finn calm and as still as stone answers "What happened during my Dip cannot be undone mom. I've been blinded due to an unforeseen event yes. But I still carry the Clan's legacy.

"I've show my worth I put three other Youths in casts. Bested the level ten testing area on my own. And can forge blades and weapon parts without aid.

"I'm sure my fellow Youths and Elders can understand my skills by now."

As Finn turns he adds "Alan tried to spare with me she kept getting throw off the platforms every time she tried to attack me."

Watching her son walk away only to reach out and grasp his shoulder. Turning him she pushes his hair from his face.

Again she sees that her son no longer is keen to her touch.

Nor are his eyes the same color as hers. They now are a shrouded tint of gray with a hue of blue at their core.

His whole like Finn had only see his mothers face ten times before darkness consumed his sight. And since then Finn allowed the distant between them to grow.

Finn slowly frees himself from his mother hold to say, "If I am called mom I will do what I can to help the Frontier. Always the call must be answered by a Witcher."

Marry watches Finn walk away to think 'Jack I can't undo how I pushed him away. But I see so much of you in him. I hope one day I can see our boy smile again.'

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