Marshal Lee flew through the early afternoon air, umbrella in hand and his bag and axe bass slung over his shoulder. He never looked up, down or sideways. He kept his eyes forward, his face without a single trace of emotion on his face. "Did I pass it?" Marshal thought. "I should have seen it by now…" As if by cue, a mass of land came in through the clearing. He slowed down as he came closer to the mass and landed once he saw a sign. The sign was old and withered with age. Marshal traced the surface and was able to interpret the writing. "Star Hill." He barely whispered. "I finally made it."...
"What do you want mortal?" Marshal's mom asked in an irritated tone.
"uh.." Fionna was having trouble talking to her, considering the last time they met; Fionna had stabbed her and sent her back to the Nightosphere. "I have something to ask you."
Marshal's mom crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow. "Like what, exactly?"
Fionna gestured into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Marshal's mother did the same. "I'm not really sure how to, well, phrase this but…"
"Just say it and stop wasting my time." Marshal's mother spat.
Marshal was alone in the living room at Fionna and Cake's house. It was the middle of the night, and he was wide awake. He had tried playing with Beema, but she was tired too. He just sat on the couch, wondering how much longer it would take for morning to come. He looked at his bandaged arm and smiled to himself. Fionna was careful so she wouldn't hurt him. She let him stay in her house until he got better. She cared about him. He felt guilty for not being with her as she got older. She wasn't that naïve little 13 year-old girl anymore, she was a mature 17 year-old young lady. She was always...