fionna

Marshal Lee stood there bởi the window, shocked to see the Fionna was standing behind him.
"Hey Marshal!" She answered to his stunned face.
"What are bạn doing here?" Marshal asked.
Fionna just laughed and smiled. "I live here! This is mine and Cake's house!"
Not that she mentioned it, it did look familiar… "Wait…" he began asking. "What am I doing here?"
"O, I was walking across the field when I saw some lump sitting in the middle of the grass. When I got closer, I saw it was a áo sơ mi with a bat underneath it. I suspected it was you." She laughed at the thought of seeing Marshal asleep under...

Marshal Lee flew through the early afternoon air, umbrella in hand and his bag and axe âm bass, tiếng bass, bass slung over his shoulder. He never looked up, down hoặc 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 bởi now…" As if bởi 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."...

"Crap. I didn't think the sun would be rising right now," đã đưa ý kiến Marshal Lee as he turned his head towards the horizon. He had been flying all night and was heading for his house in the water caves. "That stupid rock slide in Blue Rock Pass stalled me and broke my umbrella. Maybe I can find a place to sleep til night." Marshal mumbled to himself. He stopped in the air and scanned the field. He then spotted on shady cây in the distance. "Perfect." He đã đưa ý kiến as he quickly flew towards it. As he got closer, the cây seemed a lot smaller that he thought. He knew he didn't have time to be picky and...

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...