Change Everlasting (Fiona + Marshall Lee, FancFic)

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Fionna stood outside a dilapidated old house. "Hey, get your butt out here!" She demanded, kicking the door rudely. "I wanna talk to you!" The young woman glared at the door impatiently. Before Fionna could decide to knock the door in, it opened to reveal a pale, slim figure with long white hair. It woman scowled.

"Beat it, chump. Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" The wizard started to slam the door, but before it could be done Fionna shoved her sword into it, and threw herself against the crystal sword. Despite the wizards strength, she managed to keep the door open.

"Tell mee..." She grunted, pushing harder, "Who Fioleena is!" No sooner than she had spoken the unknown woman's name, did the other woman release her hold on the door. Unprepared, Fionna was sent sprawling in the doorway, her sword clattering to the ground a few feet away. Not deterred by the mishap, Fionna clambered up, dusted herself off, and turned to face the older woman after retrieving her sword.

Older was an understatement. Ashley was a wizard, and well along in her immortal age. She was Marshall Lee's ex-girlfriend, and a nasty one at that. She was also the only person who might know enough about the vampire king to shed some light on who Fioleena had been, and what she had to do with Fionna and the prophecy.

It was clear the name had struck a cord, the wizard's slight frown and upward-turned brows were proof enough. Then she chuckled, turning around and walking leisurely away.

"Do I even want to know what Marshy's gotten himself into this time?" She shook her head with mirth, glancing over her shoulder to inspect the blonde from head to toe. "You don't look dead, so I'm curious." Rather than inquiring into the situation, the wizard disappeared into what Fionna could only assume was her kitchen, as she heard the clattering of pots and pans after a moment.

"Well don't just stand there, mortal, come and tell me what happened!" Ashley called from the other room. Hesitantly Fionna walked after the wizard, finding a quaint kitchen, not much different from Marshall Lee's or her own. The adventurer took a moment to wonder why in Aaa Ashley had been asleep, but now saw fit to cook. Wizards. "You aren't gonna live forever, spit it out!"

"Well..." Fionna ignored the jib, trying to figure out where to start.

"Start from the beginning."
"I... since a few months back, Gumball had been..." The bunny-eared girl did as instruction, recounting Gumball's change in mannerism, his decree, and everything that had occurred these past few weeks. Her mention of Fioleena, and how it was Marshall Lee who had recalled the name, took the wizard by surprise.

"You broke my spell." She stated, not with anger, but rather in shock. "That must mean..." Ashley began to speculate, and while Fionna might have found the mining behind what she had done, she was far more concerned with what Ashley had done.

"You put a spell on Marshall Lee?" Fionna was outraged. "Again?" The idea that this girl seemed to have a habit of messing with her friend's sorely aggravated her. And the fact she appeared to do it whenever the desire arose. Guessing her thoughts - or perhaps reading them - the female wizard rolled her eyes.

"Don't give me such a spiteful look. I may have done it for myself, but he benefited from it more than did." The woman looked out the cracked window that hung over the sink. "You saw what he looked like, didn't you? When he was thinking of her.

"He's right you know." The topic turned slightly as Ashley took a seat across from Fionna. "He's going to kill you, if you don't kill him." She turned somewhat pensive. "Then again, sounds like you die either way." She chuckled, "Sucks to be you."

Kicking her feet up on the table Ashley closed her eyes, perhaps remembering what she had been doing before a certain adventurer had intruded. Fionna, meanwhile, was very unhappy. She had not come here to be told things she already knew, and false truths everyone insisted upon. Marshall Lee would never kill her. He would never kill any-

"You want to know about Fioleena, then?" Ashley's voice was hard, although her eyes remained closed.

"Yes, tell me!" Fionna straightened, eager to understand so she might figure out what in glob was going on. Ashley's eyes opened, and the woman stared at the young adventurer for several long moments.

"What makes a hero?" The coy woman inquired, her eyes examining the blonde's reply. Fionna blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. "Are you a hero, Fionna?"

The girl in question stood proudly. "Of course I am!"

"No matter the cost?" Black eyes bore into Fionna's blue. "Even if it kills you?" With the wizard's final question Fionna understood.

"You know about my prophecy."

"Yes." A malevolent sort of humor replaced the woman's solemn expression. "Before it was yours, it was anothers." Fionna's breath caught in her throat.

"You mean..."

"Fioleena was the prophecy's first victim." A wicked grin split the girl's face, "and Marshall Lee is the one who killed her."

"But..." Fionna stared in disbelief, it couldn't be true. She recalled his face as it had been hours before. The pain etched there, the sorrow. Whatever had happened, her friend had not done intentionally, if it had been him at all. Fionna gathered herself, and raised her chin defiantly, glaring at the wizard.

"That's a lie." Fionna grabbed her pack, which she had taken off earlier in an attempt to appear unworried in her surroundings. Slinging it over her shoulder she shoved her arms through the straps. Fionna had managed to get some information out of the evil woman, but, like the others, had begun to point accusingly at Marshall Lee when the topic of the prophecy's killer came up. "Marshall Lee is not evil, so he can't be part of the prophecy. I don't care what you, or Gumball, or even Marshall says! It's not him!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, kid." Ashley smirked, flicking a strand of snow white hair out of her face, sauntering over. "But," She leaned in, as if whispering a secret, "We'll find out who's right. When you're dead, and your blood is on Marshall Lee's hands." She threw her head back, laughing.

"Or should I say 'fangs'?"