"Ugh!" Finn moaned. He was sprawled out on the couch. "I'm bored!" The past few weeks had been fairly uneventful for Finn. Princess Bubblegum had been out of Ooo on royal business. Marceline was nowhere to be found, but she would often disappear for up to a month at a time, so noone paid her absence much attention. Jake was busy being a dad. Flame Princess had gotten mad at him again, and they were currently in the off stage in their on again, off again relationship.

After having defeated almost all the monsters in the immediate area, there wasn't much to do around Ooo for the young adventurer. Getting up, he decided to walk around town and listen for any monster activity.

It was a short walk to the candy kingdom, but once there he found something that proved to be possibly entertaining.

"I heard there's a fortune teller in town!"

"She said something fortunate would happen to me today, I'm so excited!"

"She knew about my wife's foot problem without me mentioning it, and told me the cure."

The whole town was a buzz of people talking about a mysterious fortune teller.

Finn stopped a passing lolli pop person. "What's going on?"

She smiled. "A fortune teller's in town. You should check her out! They say interesting things happen when a hero and a fortune teller meet! She's right over there." Then she pointed behind him to a small red tent.

Finn thanked her and headed over to it. After a short line, he headed inside.

"Hello." The voice he heard sent shivers down his spine. It sounded as if many talked at the same time. The voice sounded indefinetly feminine, but there was more to it than that. The reason I came here has finally arrived, I've been expecting you." Finn saw a dark figure behind a table at the other side of the room. The seat opposite her slid open without prompting.

He slipped in, feeling slightly awkward. "Uhhh, I heard you could tell me my future... That'd be cool."

"Trust me boy, you don't want to know what awaits you, it would drive you mad." Finn had been afraid before, but this old lady scared him in a deeper more profound way. Suddenly, the shadowy figure leaned forward a bit in the dark tent, allowing the candle light in the room to illuminate her part way. She was a slight figure, with a black hood. He couldn't make out any details in the dim lighting, though.

She continued. "You... yes you are the reason I travelled here. I have a prophecy for you." Finn was on the edge of his seat. "You shall travel east, until you reach the Endless Sea, very poor name choice by the way. There you shall sail forth and come to the liquid mirror. You shall leave behind your boat there, and find yourself in another world. Different, but the same. You could argue it's a mirror world, but not quite." She kept getting distracted by side notes and it ruined the mood of tension. "There you will have to find yourself. And there you will find true happiness."

Finn felt his cheeks flush at the thought. True happiness?

"But!" She grew very serious again, "Fate is a cruel thing. In ten days time, the world you love, this one, will be destroyed. The only way to stop it, is to go to this other world, and come back. But be warned, if you leave, you cannot go back through the liquid glass ever again."

Silence followed for a second, then two. Then Finn bursted out with question after question, not even giving the lady time to answer. She just smiled, stood up, and a bright flash forced Finn to close his eyes. When he opened them, she was gone, but these words echoed through the air: "Go now, little hero, before your world is truly doomed."

A/N: OK, if you guys didn't catch this in the original series, the land of Aaa's people do not entirely act like Ooo's. The best example of this is the Ice Queen, but Marshall Lee also shows this by hitting Cake. There are differences besides gender.

Review and tell me what you'd like to see in this (hopefully) short series. Not saying I'll use it for sure, but if I like your idea, I'll use it. Oh, and sorry to disappoint but I only write straight couples. So, no PG x ML. Sorry fangirls.

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