Whether through pain or despair, a true hero must overcome them to become stronger and stronger; hatred and resentment are only poison for his soul, courage and compassion are his noblest weapons.
This is how the old writing found on a stele in the middle of the desert tells the story. Finn the human stands before this piece of legend which explains to him, among other things, that this place hides within him a trial that he must pass.
You probably have questions about why our charming little hero ventures into a forgotten corner of Ooo? The answers to your questions lie in the past of the young human boy who finally met his father, the same father who didn't seem to regret for a single second abandoning him once again, tearing off his arm as he tried to hold him back.
Finn silently cursed under the scorching sun, after losing his arm. Jake tried to console him or distract him with games or dungeons, but nothing could extinguish the rage that consumed him against his own father. He wished to inflict as much pain as he had received, only to realize that staying home was driving him mad. Leaving a note for his canine brother to warn him that he was going on vacation for a few months, Finn then began walking west without ever looking back. Little by little, he encountered some warriors who told him that a spirit haunted this desert and that it challenged whoever ventured there to succeed in a trial worthy of a legendary hero. Always ready for this kind of thing, Finn immediately set out on the quest, certain that he would be the victor of the challenge.
Abandon your woven armor, abandon your metal weapons, the sun will be your only judge, the sand your only certainty, if you want to triumph then clench your fists and advance until you lose the pain.
Removing his t-shirt and shoes, then his backpack and his lucky hat was of course something Finn had to do to succeed in the test which clearly indicated to him that he would only have his fists at his disposal to defend himself, anyone would have called him a suicidal madman who followed the orders of a stone tablet but Finn knows that he needs this to stop thinking about what hurts him inside, whether it is his father's abandonment or his catastrophic love stories, Mertens no longer wanted to have a broken heart.
For five days now he has been walking through the sand, sometimes he has come across a cactus or a rock, other times he has walked on skeletons perfectly cleaned of their flesh, yet all Finn felt at this very moment was an irresistible urge to drink a large glass of ice-cold water with perhaps a slice of lemon.
Under the sun of Ooo, the golden-haired hero advanced, one step after another to support a body bent by fatigue and the stifling heat. Finn's long, labored breathing, along with the sound of his footsteps in the sand, were the only sounds he heard. His vision seemed to be limited to the blue of the sky and the gold of the sand. Sweat rolled down his tanned skin, his shoulders reddened, as was his face, reddened by the strong exposure to the sun. Yet nothing could deter Finn from his goal, which was to advance further and further. It didn't matter if he wanted to faint and pray to a deity to fall into a pool of cold water with all his friends; he wasn't there to complain.
"~Move forward...move forward...again...always;...move forward..."
The protector of the Candy Kingdom's thoughts were no longer for Bonnibel, Phoebe, Marceline, Jake, his father, Ooo.
No, today Finn walked through this desert with only one goal in mind, no extraneous thoughts would bother him, but as his resolve grew with his determination, Finn saw something that made him stop.
A third stone stele.
A few more steps and Finn the human fell to his knees, breathless and clutching the sand tightly as his stomach rumbled; not eating was of course torture, but the young hero had found nothing to feed on, forgetting his weakness by punching himself in the face. Finn looked at the letters engraved in the stone with eyes shining with determination to succeed in the next test.
Who dares to complain? Who dares to cry? Who dares to hesitate? If you come here you will have to bury the child, let the man grow up, then assume your role, your skin will become your armor, your arms and legs will become your weapons, but if you seek power you will have to offer your innocence, you will become strength personified, but you will never again feast on peace.
In front of his knees was a clay bowl inside which one could see a blackened liquid which did not shine despite the sunlight on the back of the young hero who slowly turned the phrase over and over in his head, then his eyes slowly slid down to the flower at the end of his shoulder, it was a bad joke, Mertens, no doubt about it, losing an arm is not funny and the worst thing is to have a flower of everything in its place.
Little by little Finn began to think that the things he had to give up were of course this carefree attitude, childhood and all these things to which he had become attached had to go, as he dipped the flower in the blackened liquid Finn had a fleeting thought of the first woman he had loved.
Bonnibel or Princess Bubble-Gum, he once saw her as an ideal, the perfect princess or even the perfect woman, but over time this image has gradually shattered, today he no longer sees her as a being who does nothing wrong, no he sees her as a woman who has given up her personal well-being to take care of her kingdom.
Even though her nerd side made her cute.
"Thank you...for putting up with me, princess..." he said through dry lips, his blue eyes calmly watching the liquid slide down the green stem until it reached his skin, which he felt cool at the mere touch of the black liquid...thank you for everything."
If asked if it hurt when the blackened mud seemed to stick to his skin, Finn would reply that it hurts in the same way as if a hard object hit his knee, closing his eyes and feeling his bones tremble. Finn lets himself be carried away by the pain, accepting that in the future he will suffer pain stronger than ever before, and it will be impossible to avoid feeling pain.
The pain you endure, the sorrow that overwhelms you, this feeling of being but an ant under the boot of a giant, all of this will disappear to make way for the strength that crushes hatred.
Opening his eyes was easy, but processing that a black arm now replaced the flower was an interesting emotional experience for the young hero who watched his limb fixed to his shoulder, testing his new arm by executing gestures ranging from punching to moving his fingers. Finn felt joy blossom, even though he recognized that he would miss the grass blade, if only for the practicality of always having a sword in the palm of his hand. Just the thought of it made his black arm move; in the hollow of his palm leaped a black mass which, once long enough, solidified into a flawless blade. Blinking twice, his eyes painfully sensitive after seeing only burning light these past few days, Finn now thought of a shield capable of stopping all dangers.
In a few seconds he found himself watching his hand grow larger and then become a round shield that would protect him and everyone behind him.
An arm that can change shape? That's something that will strengthen the arsenal of the young human who, once his tests were finished, resumed walking in the desert. The fatigue of the last few days had lessened a little, but nothing could calm the hunger and the feeling that someone was cooking something on his back.
Yet his wandering finally had meaning because the next stele that Finn read finally gave him a chance to progress through his trials.
You have come all this way, you have accepted power, your determination has been proven, yet you do not yet know the burden you have decided to bear, like a plague it will pursue you until your last breath, if you are worthy of the heroes of old, triumph will be your only goal.
The stele then began to crack, the pieces of black stone started to plant themselves in the ground like balls thrown at full speed, the opportunity to understand what was happening was brief because Finn felt a dull pain burst under his chin before flying away like a rag doll.
Ringing to the point of being absolutely certain he saw small stars blinking in front of him, Finn slowly got up, groaning that his head felt heavier. The human gradually regained his normal vision, then he saw with a low growl a pack of stone monsters surrounding him.
Their size was not a problem, barely bigger than a large wolf, but their small colossal bodies and powerful arms indicated to the young hero that these monsters were not going to be easy to face.
"..."
Finn felt all his sorrows flow away, his sadness and doubts gently left his mind, he didn't need them, unlike all the times when he thought of the people he loved to give himself strength, Finn now thought of something else to motivate himself, something that lately had been preventing him from sleeping, he thought of nothing else even though the simple fact of acknowledging it made him angry.
"More...more...louder..." he mutters, cracking the back of his neck and the knuckles of his left hand.
His weakness made him nauseous; he was not ashamed of being a weak human, he was ashamed of having remained like that for so long.
Smiling so broadly that he revealed a pair of teeth sharper than normal, the young human completely cleared his mind, never noticing how his new arm shone with a golden hue for a second.
"RAAAAHHHHHHHYY
His roar aimed at nothing other than unleashing his warlike rage; with a prodigious leap, he struck the first Golem with his right hand. The shockwave emitted by his blow created a gust of wind powerful enough to repel the monsters around him. As the stone in his hand shattered, Finn barely had time to savor his newfound strength before a knee to his stomach lifted him off the ground. His urge to vomit would have to wait, for a right punch to his cheek sent him flying back through the sand like a rocket crashing into the distance.
Spitting out the mouthful of sand he had accidentally swallowed, the human began to look at the Golems around him, at least twenty, maybe more. His train of thought stopped as a shadow loomed over his head, jumping back while performing a pirouette. Finn immediately gripped his arm to block the blow aimed at his head. Slipping on the sand, the human could only groan, then in a surge of rage he grabbed the monster's shoulder to throw it over his shoulder. Once the stone shattered, Finn wasted no time in launching another attack.
His body began to move before a simple thought could even command it; moreover, Finn began to lose track of the number of blows received or given. He thought the fight against the Golems would be brief, but after a while he didn't even notice the stone hands emerging from the sand, then pulling monsters all ready to give battle against the hero of Ooo, who was paying attention to nothing but the battle.
When the sun began to decline, Finn flew once more, striking a solitary rock with his whole body, which simply shattered. The human rolled like a cannonball into the sand before righting himself in the air and then planting his feet in the golden grains. His head tilted back, the hero of Ooo slipped two fingers between his teeth, bringing his head back to the right place with a sinister crack. Finn gently moved his shoulders while letting his arms hang in the void, his face devoid of any emotion. He watched the Golem troop run towards him.
"..."
If possible, his wild smile took even more space on his blue-marked face, turning around to violently bring his heel down on the knee of the first Golem, moving on to the second Finn, pushing off with his foot still on the ground to launch himself towards the head which he exploded by swinging his left fist, leaning on the carcass of the monster he has just beaten the human charges headfirst into the chest of the Golem which blocks his path, the force hidden behind the blow made the stone being take off which in passing crushes his brothers who did not have time to dodge.
Letting out a deep laugh, Finn immediately tilted his head to the side so as not to be blown away again by the monstrous force of his enemies who seemed to enjoy sending him flying through the air.
"Not twice!"
Growling more fiercely, Finn brought down his elbow while raising his knee to simply break the stone arm caught between the two monstrous forces of the human, yet this did not bother the Golem who raised his other arm with the idea that even if the human managed to avoid his blows he could not block them.
Cette idée si c'en était une se brisa quand Finn croisa ses bras au-dessus de sa tête, une onde de choc secoue le jeune héros qui sentie encore une fois sa tête sonner comme une cloche, ce qui le fit probablement manquer le coup de pied dans son ventre qui heureusement était vide, roulant en arrière Finn se redresse à peine que ses bras furent retenue, sa nuque fut aussi prise entre les mains rocheux des monstres autour de lui qui se mirent à lui balancer les coups les plus rapide possible sur l'humain qui ne pouvait qu'encaisser les coups pleuvent sur lui.
On pourrait croire que Finn gémissait à cause de la douleur provoquer par des colosses le frappant sans aucune once de pitié, non c'est surtout que toute les pensées qu'il penser avoir mit de coté pour se concentrer sur son combat ont rapidement fait surface.
Le chagrin, la colère, la déception.
Ses sentiment sont les plus horrible, il ne peux pas les oublier alors qu'il revoie les visages des femmes qu'il as aimé le repousser pour des raisons qu'il s'est mit à comprendre petit à petit.
Immaturité, incompétence, indigne de confiance.
Il revoie aussi sa douleur de n'être qu'un orphelin avant qu'il ne devienne le fils de Joshua et Margarette, savoir que son propre père l'a volontairement abandonner fait si mal que Finn pense qu'il ne veux surtout pas rencontrer sa mère.
Et puis il revoie ses nombreuse trop nombreuse erreur à l'encontre des gens qu'il as blesser par sa propre stupidité, en quelque seconde la haine que Finn avaient pour lui-même le dévora lui rappelant qu'il n'est rien qu'un petit humain.
Mourir aujourd'hui auraient sûrement eu du sens, rouer de coups capable de briser la roche, le cœur ronger par des sentiments qu'il penser avoir enfermer dans un coffre qui le garderai à l'abris du chagrin, pourtant une étincelle de quelque chose brilla dans son âme, à peine plus grande qu'une bougie ce feu symboliser toute la volonté que Finn possédé, pourtant plus il laisser sa tristesse et sa peine grandir tel des ombres menaçant la maigre flamme celle-ci se mit à briller un peu plus pour envoyer quelque chose à Finn.
N'abandonne pas.
Les yeux bleuté de Finn s'écarquille.
En une seule seconde l'humain de Ooo venait retrouver quelque chose qu'il croyait avoir perdu, une force qu'il penser avoir oublié pour ne plus avoir mal, une vielle pensée qu'il garder enfouie en lui car il ne pouvait plus y faire face de peur qu'elle ne le blesse.
L'espoir.
Ces épreuves, ce combat, le fait que son âme lui hurler de relever la tête face à toute ses peines qu'il supporte, tous ça as crée quelque chose de nouveaux pour Finn.
Les coups ont continuer de tomber sur son corps, pourtant aucune douleur ne fut ressentie une fois que l'humain laissa un sentiment tout nouveaux prendre place dans son cœur, vous pourriez appeler ça la fierté voir même la rage mais une chose est certain cela réveilla une force qui dort en chaque homme chaque femme du peuple terrien, la petite flamme de son âme brûla avec une telle puissance qu'elle se mit à détruire toute les émotions négative du héros, rugissant à nouveaux Finn releva la tête pour laisser sa voix porter son crie de guerre, ses yeux bleu se mirent à luire, sa peau fut recouvert d'une pellicule d'or le recouvrant comme une seconde peau, ses cheveux étincelèrent, grognant tout en découvrant ses dents Finn contracta les muscle de son corps pour dépasser ses limites, soulevant maintenant à bout de bras les quatre Golem serrant son bras fait de chair et d'os il poussa encore une fois un hurlement de rage avant de les balancer droit devant lui, écraser et détruit les Golem encore debout n'eurent pas le temps de comprendre ce qui se passer avant que Finn ne charge tel une comète.
Inconnue et sans aucun doute ignorer du monde, Finn l'humain était entrain d'écrire une page de sa propre légende, un simple garçon humain combattant des Golem de pierre sans jamais s'arrêter, mais ceci n'était que les premières épreuves pour devenir un véritable Héros que les génération futur verrons comme le symbole du courage et de l'espoir pour Ooo.
~O~
Apaisé, peut-être même en paix depuis bien longtemps, Finn ressentait juste ce sentiment qu'on as une fois toute la colère accrocher à notre cœur soit enfin sortie nous laissant juste dans un état de béatitude.
Cela faisait maintenant vingt minutes depuis qu'il as détruit le dernier guerrier de pierre d'un coup de poing bien placer dans la poitrine, le fait que plus rien ne se trouver autour de lui donna à Finn l'impression de ne pas en avoir assez fait, puis le fait de se battre avec l'estomac vide à réussie a le ramenez sur terre, tomber sur le dos sans vraiment comprendre comment il as réussie l'exploit de se battre durant cinq jours sans aucune pause, ses yeux bleu se pose sur son membre noir, des question lui traverse l'esprit jusqu'à-ce qu'il hausse mentalement des épaules se disant que si cette chose l'aider à tenir debout malgré tout ce qu'il viens de vivre alors il n'a pas besoin de s'en inquiété.
Regarder les étoiles était évidement quelque chose d'ennuyeux à faire mais Finn se souvient que Bonnibel lui as souvent parler des constellation lui disant qu'avec quelque étoiles il était possible de voir des chose incroyable, il as bien essayer de relier les point dans le ciel pour faire quelque chose de beau comme les anciens humains l'avait fait.
Pourtant rien ne lui venait à l'esprit si ce n'est le fait de voir une épée, il faut croire que son imagination n'est vraiment pas terrible.
Puis une queue pelucheuse lui frappa les narine.
Confus ou surprit ça Finn ne le savait pas car un petit lapin blanc au yeux bleu cours à toute vitesse laissant derrière lui des grain de lumière doré.
"Quoi dans le ..."marmonne notre jeune héros en se relevant à toute vitesse pour ensuite se mettre a courir après le rongeur blanc qui cavaler à travers le sable.
Si quelqu'un d'autre était présent il aurais sûrement rien comprit à la scène d'un humain torse nue courant après un petit lapin.
Finn n'avais vraiment aucune idée du pourquoi il s'est mit à poursuivre l'animal mignon mais vue que celui-ci fait briller le sable il ne serrai pas impossible qu'il soit un signe de la part de ceux organisant les épreuves héroïques, du moins il l'espère, alors qu'il cours sous la lumière de la lune Finn se mit à refaire connaissance avec ses émotions qui se sont envoler durant son combat, c'est étrange mais cet instant n'était pas désagréable, c'est comme ci il agissait bien avant de réfléchir lui donnant aucun sentiment de doute pour troubler son psychisme, bien entendu son frère et la Princesse Chew-gum trouverais son attitude trop téméraire voir même dangereuse pour lui même, sincèrement il apprécier que des gens soit aussi concerner par son bien être mais parfois il trouve qu'ils agissent comme ci il n'était pas assez fort ou capable pour se débrouiller seul, aujourd'hui il as bien prouver qu'il peux y arriver sans eux.
Bon d'accord avoir Jake avec lui es bien entendu la meilleur chose au monde, après tout partir à l'aventure tout seul n'est pas aussi amusant sans son frère canin, pourtant Finn s'est rendu compte qu'avec l'arrivé de ses enfant Jake ne pourrait pas toujours être là, il as maintenant une famille et surtout sa femme qui l'attend à leur maison.
Pareille pour Bonnibel, elle as bien entendu toujours aidé le jeune héros dans ses quêtes ou soucies mais au final elle reste une reine des bonbons qui cherche toujours un moyens d'assurer l'avenir de son peuple, Finn le regrette mais elle n'a jamais était une femme qui pourra fonder une famille avec lui ou bien avoir une relation qui ne risque pas de durée longtemps à cause de son manque d'immortalité.
Le sujet de vivre des siècle le fait penser à Marceline qui as bien entendu tout le temps du monde pour ...faire quoi exactement ? En y pensant bien Finn n'est vraiment pas sûr de ce que veux la Reine des Vampire, elle ne cherche pas activement le pouvoir si l'expérience avec Hunson Abadeer était une indication, en faite la seule chose qu'elle désire faire c'est passer du temps avec ses amis et le roi des glace ou Simon comme elle l'appel avec affection en souvenirs du temps ou cet homme prenait soin d'elle.
La foulé du jeune humain devient plus forte alors que des idées commencer à affluer dans son esprit, ce pourrait-il qu'il n'ai jamais eu la moindres penser sur ce qui pourrait rendre Marceline heureuse ? Que jamais il n'a chercher une solution aux problèmes du roi des glaces au lieu de le frapper ? Ce serait-il un idiot à ce point là ?
Le souvenirs d'une Princesse des flammes s'en allant au coucher du soleil lui revient douloureusement en mémoire.
"Bien sûr que je suit un idiot..."marmonne sombrement le héros qui faisait un bond pour se rapprocher du Lapin.
Le rongeur à fourrure blanche ne perdit pas de temps pour plonger dans la stèle noir, les lettre graver sur la pierre s'illumine sous les yeux du jeune humain qui termine sa petite course en haletant les mains sur les genoux, ses yeux bleu fixant les lettre d'or avec une expression grave sur ses trais.
Tu as braver le danger, même au bord de la défaite tu t'es relever un peu plus fort, ton histoire commence à peine mais tu as déjà montrer que tu possède une volonté inébranlable digne d'un vrais héros, c'est pourquoi tu as le droit de passer l'épreuve final au première lueur de l'aurore, repose toi jeune héros, car demain tu écrira une nouvelle légende.
Tombant dans le sable qui se mit soudainement à trembler la stèle semble avoir réveiller quelque chose au quel Finn se méfia de suite, puis le sable devant lui à soudainement imploser créant un grand nuage de poussière qui l'aveugla, toussant ou maudissant tous les grains coincer sur sa bouche Finn s'arrêta de le faire en voyant ce qui se dresser devant lui, un temple entièrement fait de marbre blanc avec des colonne l'entourant, impressionné par l'architecture l'humain de Ooo se mit à avancer dès que les torche et brasero autour de lui flamboie, avançant doucement vers un escalier menant directement aux porte Finn ne peux s'empêcher de sentir fier de lui pour en être arrivé jusque-là, puis quelque chose l'émerveilla, une mélodie venant d'un piano qu'il ne pouvait voir, des notes de musique emporter dans la brise du soir, fermant les yeux pendant un instant pour apprécier cette merveilleuse musique.
Quand elle s'est arrêter notre jeune héros ouvrit lentement ses yeux pour regarder un feu de joie au centre d'une immense salle, sur de petite table se dresser un festin qui sembler sortir tout droit de la cuisine, ne se posant plus de question Finn s'est jetter sur la nourriture pour tout dévorer.
~O~
Allonger sur le sol recouvert d'une simple nape violette Finn venait de terminé son repas plutôt copieux à en croire les tour d'assiette parfaitement nettoyer de leur contenue se dressant autour de lui.
"Cela fait bien longtemps que je n'ai pas eu de visiteur digne de ma demeure" dit une voix juste derrière le blondinet.
Sursautant le bras déjà prêt à devenir une lame tranchante le héros se retourne pour faire face à un individue particulier, assez grand, la peau halé coller à ses os, des pieds et des bras long, habiller d'une simple toge blanche et des sandale usé, une énorme touffe de cheveux noir masquant son visage enfin sauf ses yeux qui brillent de la même couleur qu'une paire de topaze, un nez écraser du quel sort une fumer qui tourne autour de sa forme assise sur un petit pilier que Finn jurer n'avoir pas vue pendant son festin.
"Hum un humain" marmonne le grand homme en caressant les poiles de sa barbe avec ses long doigts "Je penser que votre race était éteinte, mais il semblerai que les Moire ont une fois de plus décidé autrement"
Muet par le fait qu'il penser pendant un instant crut rencontrer un autre humain autre que son crétin de père Finn redressa un peu plus sa posture tout en gardant son bras prêt au cas où l'étrange homme essayerai quelque chose de louche.
"Maintenant que tu es repus de ton repas jeune héros j'aimerai connaître ton nom" demande poliment le grand homme en soufflant un nuage de son nez.
Légèrement méfiant le blondinet croise doucement ses bras sur son buste pour ne pas montrer sa nervosité, pourtant le sentiment d'être face à quelque chose de dangereux ne voulais pas s'en allez et si il y'a bien une chose que Finn respecte c'est bien son instinct, en tout cas il va rester sur ses gardes.
"Je m'appelle Finn l'humain, et je suis le héros de Ooo" annonce simplement le jeune hommes aux cheveux blond.
"...est-ce vrais ?"
Les feux autour d'eux ont trembler, puis Finn ressentie quelque chose qui lui fit l'effet d'une douche froide, quand les yeux jaune ont plonger dans les sien quelque chose en lui sembler s'ouvrir, serrant ses bras autour de lui pour calmer les frissons de peur qui rampe sur sa peau comme des fourmis le fils de Martin regarde l'inconnue avec une peur primaire.
"Finn l'humain, fils de Martin Merten et de Minerva Campbell, héros du royaume de la confiserie et de l'ensemble des terre de Ooo" la voix du grand homme roule comme le tonnerre " J'aimerai dire que c'est étonnant de rencontre-
"Comment ?!"
Incrédulité, rage, peur.
"Comment tu sais tout ça ?! Comment tu peux connaître le nom de ma mère ?!"
En quelque seconde cet inconnue venait de dire ce que Finn à toujours voulut savoir, et cela le mettait hors de lui d'entendre le nom de son père.
"I know this because I am the sage descended from the stars, Oripon. I have watched your earth since its very beginning," he said, glancing up at the ceiling as if he could see the starry sky. "I have seen humans grow, I have seen them ravage this earth, I have witnessed the end of the old world, and one day I came here to find a place where mortals could come and ask me any questions they wished, provided they proved themselves worthy."
So Finn finds himself facing a cosmic entity? Meh, it's almost commonplace by now, but at the moment that wasn't what mattered to the human from Ooo who felt his blood pressure pulsing with the overwhelming excitement of finally getting answers to his questions.
"After seeing your life, young hero, I think you deserve to hear three absolute truths," said Oripon, crossing his long fingers under his chin. "No lies, ask me your questions and I will answer them right now."
Licking his dry lips, the sixteen-year-old tried to sort through his thoughts. Three straightforward, unambiguous questions? It was fantastic! How could he not be happy? But the fact remained that only three of his questions would find a clear answer. Leaving aside questions about the best meals in the universe or the most powerful swords, the young human decided that tonight he would shed light on the mysteries surrounding his life.
"I want to know everything about my mother"
The wise man of the stars looked at her before letting a huge cloud of white smoke flow between his nostrils, the cloudy matter gathered to form a circle inside which colors began to jump, they then came to life and gave birth to a film that spoke exclusively of Minerva Campbell, his mother.
Finn didn't know what to expect when he looked at the life of the woman who gave him life, but at the same time it didn't matter because for the first time in his life he finally felt like he understood who he was. After meeting his father, Finn had a deep-seated fear that his mother would be even worse than Martin, because after all, if his father didn't even remember why he abandoned him, why would Minerva be any better? Then the film began to focus on his parents' meeting.
Strangely, he was surprised to see the two of them liking each other in just one day; he had already heard about the fact that opposites are naturally attracted to each other because there is apparently a romantic curiosity on the subject, well then it was Jake who told him about it so the subject must be half true.
The film continued to show him their life together, how his mother became one of the most appreciated doctors on the island where the humans are, it was also unexpected to see his father become a simple hairdresser or to see him take care of him with love, then he saw why his life changed overnight.
People trapped by Martin who break into their home to settle their score, Finn was really shocked to see his father trying to do the right thing like trying to warn his mother about what was happening or saving him while the Protector was trying to kill them.
Then he looks at her, sitting in the sand, her eyes wet, her face afflicted by grief, he hears her murmur his name and that of his father, the young hero watches how his mother's life has continued, how she has tried to immerse herself in her work so as not to think about her pain, but he has also seen that she has lost hope for him.
So she abandoned her body, uploaded part of her personality into a computer to continue protecting humans.
"The stars have spoken," said Oripon suddenly, watching Finn cry silently while touching the portal which displayed an ideal image of the day he came into the world with his two parents sleeping peacefully, then the image vanished leaving Finn with his hand outstretched towards the thing he desired most in the world to fly away into the void.
"...so...is that it? ...my whole life boils down to just because..." despite the tears streaming down his chin, the young man seemed confused. "...all because we were in the wrong place at the wrong time?...it's...so unfair!..."
Living through all those adventures with Jake was incredibly cool, he agrees, but even so, who can swear they don't want to live a peaceful life with their parents? Especially when you're so close to that happiness, then everything falls apart and you become just a grain of sand swept away by the wind, left abandoned.
Angrily wiping away his tears, the hero forces himself to remain dignified despite having just wept before the wise star. The sage remains in the same position, patiently awaiting the next question from the young human, who begins to think seriously. What does he want to know? Now that he knows the truth about his life, or why he ended up on Ooo, Finn doesn't...
"Is there anything or anyone that grants impossible wishes?" Finn asks, straightening himself to his full height.
"Hum ?" le sage parut vraiment intéresser par la question puis ses yeux ont briller plus fortement "Il existe de multitude d'être qui réponde à cette question mais je sais que tu cherche ceux qui tiennent parole, cela sont rare mais il existe dans Ooo quelque chose qui peux réalisé tes vœux les plus fou...à condition de payer le prix"
Levant deux doigts il attrape un peu de sa fumer pour la secouer ce qui changea sa forme pour devenir sous les yeux émerveiller du héros en herbe une rose bleu.
"Ceci es une Blue Rose, symbole de l'impossible elle ne pousse que si le vœu viens du désir le plus profond de ton cœur, si jamais tu essaye de réaliser un vœu avec un autre désir alors la magie détruira la rose" la tige verte entre ses doigts se mit à partir en poussière " Tu trouvera cette rose dans la caverne des merveille à l'Est du royaume de la confiserie, mais prend garde à ne pas gâcher ton vœu jeune héros, car tu n'aura le droit qu'à une seule rose"
"Une seule ? Mais pourquoi ?" demande le blond avec confusion.
"Les lois de ce monde ont était écrite pour que seul ceux ayant le cœur pure puissent gagner, mais ne t'y trompe pas jeune héros , les cœur pure peuvent être aussi sombre que le tien ai lumineux" explique patiemment Oripon tout en soulèvement un doigt " Ceci es la première méthode...la deuxième quand à elle n'est pas la plus sage, mais tu peux demander plus de chose que tu le désir"
"Cool ! Dit moi ! Je veux savoir !" dit joyeusement Finn qui fut bien vite calmer par le regard très grave du sage sur lui.
"Je te conseille de ne pas t'y rendre sans être préparer à ce qui t'attend, par-delà les montagnes obscure se trouve une source de sang cramoisie à la quel il es interdit de boire au risque de devenir une créature avide de sang, en cette source maudite se cache la Dame de l'Aube, elle exaucera tous les vœux possible à condition de donner quelque chose qui lui fait envie" dit le Sage des étoiles qui regarde l'humain devant lui avec un sérieux absolue "Méfie toi jeune héros, cette créature de sang n'hésitera pas à te demander de commettre des actes monstrueux rien que pour te voir souffrir"
Hochant doucement de la tête pour dire qu'il as bien comprit garde tout de même les information dans un coin de son esprit au cas où, puis une fois ceci fait il se sent un peu mieux en sachant qu'une fois les épreuves héroïque terminé il aura quelque tâche qui l'attendent à la maison.
Slowly the realization that only one question remained made its way into his head and Finn did not know what else could interest him now that his past had finally been clarified, then a small idea came to him, raising his eyes towards the old sage he took a long breath.
"What is the purpose of these trials?"
If it were possible, Oripon would have blinked, but instead he started laughing like a madman, grabbing his forehead with his large hand. The man who had descended from the starry sky started laughing so hard that it made the walls tremble.
"By the Fates, I haven't heard such a good question in a long time," he said in a long, cheerful breath. "Young hero, you know very well that evil never disappears, that's why you exist, as well as all those who wish for a more beautiful world, but the fact is that most of them don't understand what the true purpose of a real hero is...even if you have come close to it a few times, you still haven't understood."
This time Finn would tell the wise man he's wrong, after all he saves people so often that some have started to imitate him or make figurines in his likeness, if that's not proof.
"Because of this, we, the great sages, have decided to devise these trials to evaluate those who believe themselves worthy of the title of hero. Until now, no one had succeeded in entering this temple." The great man's eyes focused on the young blond man's dark arm. "And this is the very first time someone has agreed to wear this."
"Are you talking about my new arm?" Finn asks simply, running a hand over the transformable limb. "What is it anyway? Some kind of cursed object or an arm taken from a demon?"
"None of that, young hero. When you read the stele of power, you chose to relinquish your innocence so that you might be granted the only power that would be useful to you in becoming a true hero. The desires of your naked heart then gave the answer: an arm made for you alone, a blade wielded not for yourself but for others, a shield that will not yield. This arm is yours, young hero," he declared, moving his legs, which he crossed while placing his hands on his knees. "And it will undoubtedly serve you to fulfill your destiny."
"My destiny?" Confusion was clearly visible on Finn's face as he took a step towards Oripon. "Can you see the future?"
"Just what could be, it's like seeing a river split into several streams, I see what might be possible or not, but in the end I always manage to know what you will do, young hero, and everything tells me that your destiny holds many more trials for you." Smiling with all his perfect teeth, the wise star leaned towards the human who swallowed hard at this jovial smile. "If you succeed in tomorrow's trial, I will give you a reward that you will like, I'm sure of it."
"I see..." Finn said softly, looking at his arm with admiration and above all a relief at not having yet had a cursed weapon, especially after the sword of grass.
"The stars have spoken," the great man declared respectfully. "Now it is time for you to rest after your trial, young hero."
Before his eyelids could even close, the Sage transformed into a cloud of smoke that rose into the air. Leaving Finn alone, he could only sigh and lie back down on his makeshift bed, trying to digest the truth about his family and the entire story surrounding his life. He had, of course, had countless theories about why Joshua had found him in that forest that day. Besides, had Martin left him there? But why? He had risked his life to save him before. Why had things changed?
Questions, always questions, Finn could swear that his whole life revolves around them, the answers sometimes come like tonight but it's never enough to understand the fact that he lived for years before knowing the name of his real parents.
Crossing his arms behind his head, our young hero continues to let the memories of his life flow freely, trying to take a wiser look at his past decisions, and damn it, he tried not to moan with boredom when he saw himself acting like some kind of hyper-Gooffy, but it's even harder when he sees his attempts at romantic interaction, all of which ended in failure, not a crushing one, but rather a burnt one.
Love has truly driven him mad to the point that he has forgotten his duties or even his common sense. Jake tried to guide him, but Finn has always struggled with his romantic feelings. He doesn't know why, but love always makes him feel strange. He knows he loves someone, but he is so afraid that this love is not reciprocated that he immediately feels terrified, as if the mere fact of not being loved is his worst nightmare.
Opening and closing his black fingers, Finn continues to think about the most important women in his life; he tries to take stock or turn the page to forget them once and for all after concluding that no matter what he feels, things remain impossible between him and them.
Bonnibel restera toujours une Princesse solitaire cherchant à comprendre les mystère de la science pour assuré l'avenir de son peuple.
Marceline restera toujours immortel et libre de faire tout ce qui lui chante.
Phoebe quand a elle serra toujours cette amour impossible à cause des lois de la nature.
Il sais que penser à elles ne lui fait rien sinon lui rappeler qu'il ai tomber amoureux des femmes les plus forte de Ooo, peut-être que c'est ça son genre de fille, celles qui n'a peur de rien et qui ne recule devant aucun obstacle pour atteindre son but, il mentirai si il disait ne pas trouver le dévouement de Bonnibel attrayant, la passion de Marceline pour sa musique l'a rendu tellement vivante, et Phoebe s'est mise en tête qu'un jour elle rendrait le royaume des flammes aussi grandiose que le reste des merveille de Ooo et elle changerai le regard que les autre ont sur son peuple.
Finn peux le dire maintenant, il aime les femmes passionnée.
~O~
Quand les yeux bleu du jeune héros s'ouvrirent il ne vit rien d'autre qu'un océan de ténèbres, relevant rapidement son corps en position défensif Finn regarder autour de lui l'endroit dans le quel il sembler être tomber après s'être endormit.
Les ombres autour de lui trembler et onduler comme de la fumer vivante, puis elles se sont mise à tournoyer autour de lui tel une tornade, bientôt dans ses oreilles il entendit des crie de rage, malgré ses mains sur ses oreilles il ne pouvait qu'écouter les hurlement qui lui était destiné.
"SI faible !"
"C'est un héros ou un Bouffon ?!"
"J'arrive pas à croire que j'ai pu te faire confiance !"
"T'es bien le fils de ton père !"
Cela faisait mal, entendre les voix des gens que vous avez défendu toute votre vie vous dire de tel horreur ne peuvent que vous briser le cœur, la respiration plus erratique Finn cherche à s'enfuir des vents hurleur pour heurter un mur , levant les yeux le jeune humain haleta en voyant la princesse Bubblegum assise sur un trône avec une expression de fureur absolue à son encontre, avant de comprendre ce qui se passer Finn se retrouve les poings lier par des garde-banane alors que la voix de son amie de longue date.
"J'ai crut en toi Finn, tu était notre protecteur, mais encore une fois tu nous as tous déçu "dit-elle avec le visage plisser par la déception" A cause de ce que tu as fait à la princesse des flammes notre royaume et sur le point d'entrer en guerre avec eux"
"Quoi ?!" c'était sa voix mais Finn le reconnut à peine avec la peur qui la déformer.
"En lui mentant tu l'a rendu instable et haineuse envers tous les menteurs de Ooo, et maintenant elle s'est mise à brûler tout ceux qui osent lui mentir, nous sommes tous menacer par ta faute Finn , qu'à tu a dire pour justifier ce que tu as fait ?!"
Une raison ? Quelque chose pour donner l'impression qu'il n'a pas mal agis ?
Finn aimerai qu'il y'en ai une.
"C'est vrais Finn" dit une voix plus chagriné" Pourquoi m'a tu fait ça ?"
Relevant la tête le jeune héros sentie son cœur se serrer en voyant la princesse des flammes lui faire face habiller de son armure de combat et ses yeux brillant de rage.
"Tu m'a menti, tu t'es servie de mes sentiment juste pour te divertir" rappel t-elle au blondinette qui eu la décence d'avoir honte" Le pire c'est que j'aurai sûrement pus mourir ou tuer le Roi des Glace, mais ça n'a pas d'importance pour toi je suppose...après tout tu es comme ton père"
Si possible ses yeux s'écarquillèrent encore plus en entendant son béguin lui dire qu'il ressemble à l'homme qui l'a abandonner.
"C'est vrais que vous êtes pareil, deux égoïste qui ne vivent que pour eux même sans jamais se soucier des conséquence de leur acte"
Une botte effleure à peine son crâne alors que Marceline viens tournoyer autour de lui avec son visage déformer par son coté démoniaque.
"Simon aurais pus mourir à cause de ton petit mensonge" dit-elle avec du venin coulant des coins de sa bouche" Je me serrai retrouver encore une fois toute seule...est-ce que ça compte pour toi petit humain ?! Est-ce que quelqu'un d'autre que toi compte dans ce monde ?!"
C'était comme être écraser sous un rocher, il sentait tout le poids de ses erreur comprimer son cœur au point qu'il risquer d'éclater.
"Tu ne nous as jamais aimé" dirent les trois femmes d'une seule voix.
Finn voulait leur dire le contraire mais il s'est ensuite sentie tomber, la chute fut courte car quelque instant après il fut plonger dans une mer déchaîner, il essayer de revenir à la surface mais les vagues l'empêcher de respirer, balayer dans tous les sens Finn était entrain de vivre l'une des pire expérience de sa vie il sentie quelqu'un le tirer vers le haut, d'abord soulager et tremblant de peur il fut ensuite horrifier de voir son père le tenir par le bras.
"Ha haha ha !" le visage déformer par un sadisme pure Martin prit un sabre et trancha simplement le bras droit du héros qui hurler de douleur avant de retourner à l'eau.
Coincer dans un tourbillons d'eau Finn était juste là entrain de regarder son père debout sur l'épaule du Protecteur géant , il leva le bras arracher comme un trophée avant de se mettre à rire comme un fou.
"Merci pour tout Finn ! Grâce à toi je vais pouvoir partir le plus loin possible pour ne jamais revenir ! En tout cas je suis fier de toi tu es bien le fils de ton vieux père !"
Le ciel fut éclairer par un éclair et là le Protecteur lança un coup de poing fracassant les vagues qui se mirent à s'élever jusqu'à devenir un tsunami que Finn ne pouvait que subir en pleurant.
Sentir son corps contre du sable le fit se relever doucement, puis une paire de doigts délicat saisi son menton et le force à regarder le visage attristé de sa mère.
"Pourquoi n'est tu pas rentrée ? ...je t'ai attendu si longtemps...tu ne voulait pas me retrouver ? ...est-ce tu ne voulait pas que je soit t'as maman ?..."
Le moindre mot fut oublier quand Minerva fut partis comme des cendre pris dans le vent, alors qu'il voulait juste se rouler en boule et pleurer Finn sentie quelqu'un tourner autour de lui en lui chuchotant des paroles douce comme le miel.
"Oublie les...ils ne t'aiment pas ...ils vont te faire du mal...ils n'ont rien à t'offrir si ce n'est de la souffrance...pourquoi ne pas tout oublier ...tu serra tellement mieux ..."
Finn voulait que tout s'en ailles, que tout ceci n'existe plus, son coffre mental ne pouvait même pas le sortir de la tristesse qui viens de le submerger, il étouffe à cause de la culpabilité de son acte, il veux se racheter et avoir la chance de mérité leur pardon, mais tout ce qu'il sens c'est ce sentiment qu'il n'a penser à rien d'autre que lui même.
"Hey Finn tu viens ont va jouer aux jeux vidéo en mangeant des bonne glace ! "s'exclame bruyamment un mini-Finn qui danser devant les yeux du héros qui regarder cette version de lui courir et crier dans tous les sens" En plus Jake m'a dit qu'on irais se battre contre des Trolls tu viens !"
"..."
"Et tu sais que Princesse Bubblegum m'a appeler pour une mission ? Si ça se trouve elle va enfin voir de quoi je suis vraiment capable !"
".../..."
"J'ai juste essayer de comprendre mes rêves pour l'aider ! J'était inquiet et puis Jake m'a dit que la Chouette Cosmique ne se montre qu'en cas de grand danger ! J'ai pas voulut qu'elle s'en aille !"
"Laisse..."
"Je comprendrait jamais pourquoi Marceline continue de trainer avec le Roi des Glaces, bon d'accord le type à eu un coté cool avant mais maintenant c'est juste bizarre de les voir ensemble..."
"...laisse moi..."
"Mais bon la vie continue et bientôt je suis sûr qu'un-
Une paire de poings claquant dans le sable écrase le mini-Finn alors qu'un hurlement de rage traverse le paysage.
"LAISSE MOI !"
Le crie du héros se perd en un échos lointain, les poings serrer jusqu'à en faire craquer ses os Finn sentie bientôt les larmes tomber de ses yeux, c'était sans aucun doute la pire sensation qu'il n'est jamais ressentie de sa vie.
La déception.
"Affronter ses propres peur n'est rien de plus que la preuve qu'on cherche à les dompter pour ne plus jamais y être soumis "dit Oripon qui se tien debout devant un Finn reniflant de rage.
"...why? I buried everything in my trunk..." Finn murmured with cold rage. "...I shouldn't even remember it!..."
"Dare you reject everything you dislike like a child soiling their diaper and hiding it under their bed?" the wise star asked sternly. "You wanted to become a true hero? Then know that no hero has ever known a life without misfortune; many gave up because sorrow and grief consumed them."
Finn silently nodded
"What? ...I've made so many mistakes...can I even fix everything?"
"That's something you must find out for yourself, young hero," replied the wise man, who began to levitate in the air under the bewildered gaze of the blond boy, who quickly got back up. "Question your heart!"
A moment later Finn finds himself alone again with everything that frightens him, abandoned on the edge of a beach, left with his fears that continue to gnaw at him again and again.
Oripon wanted him to search for an answer in his heart?
His gaze shifted to the ocean that filled the horizon. It was strange to think that his fear stemmed from a vague memory of his childhood; subconsciously, he disliked salt water because it was there that he had the worst experience of his life. Letting out a long sigh, Finn began to walk toward the wet sand. In a few seconds, the swirling waves began to beat more furiously. Soon his feet touched the water, which in response rebounded rapidly. After everything he had been through, Finn couldn't be surprised to see the now raging ocean take the form of a fifteen-meter-high horse, its mane resembling a waterfall cascading like a tidal wave, sweeping everything in its path. Its yellow eyes shone fixedly on the human, who didn't flinch before the embodiment of his fears. Then, without any signal, the steed began to move, raising its front hooves before dropping them to the ground. In an instant, a veritable tsunami stands facing the blond boy who feels his heart leap as he sees the gigantic wave rolling towards him.
Deeply inspired, the human mustered as much courage as he could before starting to run towards the tsunami.
"RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH !"
Obviously he was swept away, carried off in a whirlpool, the human was soon a prisoner of a million voices screaming all their anxieties at him, all the water around him trying to suffocate him in his misery.
Of course Finn didn't give up, as soon as he was on the surface he bellowed as loudly as he could at the water horse before being drowned again by the waves, he struggled for a long time in the waters which sent him mental images of the worst moments of his life, searching at all costs for the answer which according to the sage of the stars lies in his heart.
His strength failed him; the air in his lungs could no longer be held.
Little by little, his whole life began to flash before his eyes, buried memories, others he thought he knew, only to discover new things within them. For a long time, Finn felt abandoned in his darkness. He thought he knew what it took to be a hero, but so far his actions give the impression that he is just a child who seeks nothing more than recognition, despite his good deeds. No, in the end, all of this was for nothing...
...
Yet...
Can he leave, leaving so many mistakes behind him?
...
Non !
Non !
Better to die than to give up!
Withdrawing into himself, Finn lets go of everything that binds him to his fears; no matter what he has done in the past, what matters now is that he rises up to show the world what kind of hero he is!
Her hair began to crackle, and her skin began to produce bluish sparks.
In an instant the surface of the water exploded as if a monstrous force commanded it, in the middle of all this stood Finn straight and proud facing the aquatic steed which charged once again towards him.
Tense all his muscles, Finn arms his black fist, pivoting his hip, concentrating his forces on a single point.
Finally, the two forces meet.
~O~
He slowly lifts his eyelids; a few seconds were all it took for him to realize he's back in reality, with all his memories intact. He winces slightly at the thought that he's lived much longer than his body shows. Outwardly, Finn is a young man who will soon be sixteen. But in his soul? Good heavens, he has centuries of life under his belt, but it seems his brain has blocked everything out to avoid disturbing him.
"I would say that your soul is a good thousand years old," Oripon said softly, sitting in the same place as the first time. "Even if I don't know the reason...you have something to accomplish in this world, and that's surely why you have this spark within you that shines like a star."
Simply sniffing, the human slowly rises while stretching his fleshy muscles.
"I've just reborn my life entirely after accepting all my failures," Finn said, his voice firmer than usual. "And on top of that, I've made the decision to become stronger than ever." The young human turned to the wise man with shining eyes. "That's why I need you to show me the way forward."
"Are you sure of yourself? The path you wish to take is irreversible," warned the entity of wisdom. " The dangers will be so great that you will be at your wit's end. "
"A hero faces everything that threatens those he has sworn to protect," Finn interjected, his voice brimming with resolve. "No matter what awaits me, I have a duty to be their hero."
Beneath his shaggy beard, Oripon broke into a broad smile.