Adventure Time The First

Chapter 1: The Crown

Simon Petrikov was shopping around the docks of Northern Scandinavia. He was a young antiquarian from America, who'd been part of a local expedition, which was now over. The plane that was supposed to take him back to America wasn't schedule to leave for a few hours so he had some time to kill. A gust of wind blew a newspaper into, his leg. Simon peeled it off and looked at it.

"US and Russia on the break of war!" Read the headlines.

Simon just shook his head sadly.

"You think people would learn to get along better after two World Wars." Simon thought as he threw the paper into a recycling been.

Simon continued on shopping, when he came across an old dockworker.

"Hello...sir, you interested in treasure from the sea?" Asked the dockworker.
"What do you have?" Asked Simon.

The dockworker opened a small crate next to him and pulled out a golden crown, topped with three points and adorned with three red rubies. Simon stared at the crown in amazement.

"Oh my goodness! This is quite a find!" Simon said as he studied the crown. "How much?" He asked.

"Lets say...two hundred and it's yours." Said the dockworker.

"Deal." He said to the dockworker as he handed over the money.

"Pleasure doing business." Said the dockworker as he pocketed the money.

"Just wait until Betty sees this." Said Simon as he walked off the dock towards the airport.

Simon put the crown in a box and had it put through customs, before boarding the plane himself.

A few hours later he was back in America. Simon grabbed his bags and called himself a cab.

Thirty minutes latter he arrived at the apartment he and Betty lived in. Simon adjusted his tie and fixed his brown hair a little before entering the apartment.

"Betty I'm home!" Called Simon.

"Simon." Said Betty excitedly as she came out of the kitchen and gave Simon a hug and a kiss.

Betty was about Simon's height with auburn hair wearing glasses, a green sweater and jeans.

"How was the dig my big brave adventuring antiquarian?" She asked as she let Simon go.

"Oh it went ok we found a few pots and a few tomahawks, but I found something even more amazing then that at the docks." Said Simon as he reached down to the box with the crown and pulled it out showing Betty.

"Whoa! You found a crown!" Exclaimed Betty in amazement as she marveled at the crown.

"Bought it from an old dockworker for a two hundred bucks. Quit a bargain." Said Simon.

"Hey I bet you would look like royalty with that crown on." Said Betty.

Simon put the crown on his head.

"Hello Madame Betty, would you fancy a spot of tea and some crumpets?" Said Simon in a think English accent.

Betty laughed at Simon as he made a ridiculous pose.

"Alright your majesty, what would you like for dinner?" Said Betty as she calmed down.

Simon didn't answer; he just stared off into space with a blank look on his face.

"Simon?" Asked Betty as she touched Simon's shoulder.

"Er what?" Asked Simon as he shook his head and shivered.

"What happened?" Asked Betty.

"I don't know. I just space out for a second and now I feel cold." Said Simon.
Betty touched Simon's face checking his temperature.

"Well you do feel cold. I'll fix us up some chicken noodle soup." Said Betty as she went to the kitchen.

"Yeah that sounds good." Said Simon as he took off the crown and went into the kitchen.

Little did Simon and Betty know their lives would forever be changed.

In a mysterious place know as the Underworld the ruler and supreme master of the realm was Death. Death had a horse skull for a head with two yellow eyes, he was dressed in white farming clothes, with a brown bag strapped across his shoulder to his waist. Death was in his palace tending to a large garden of flowers. Each of the flowers represented a life. Despite Death being the master of the dead, he valued life and respected it.

Death was enjoying himself, when a image of a mushroom cloud flashed through his mind. Death had been monitoring the Earth and he sensed that a war like no other was fixing to breakout. Death sighed sadly. If it was one thing he hated it was war. War lead to nothing but mass death and destruction and from what he currently understood the humans had developed some truly devastating weapons.

"People should really try to strive for peace not war." Said Death as he shook his head and continued working on the garden.

It was then that a particular flower caught Death's attention. A blue flower that was next to a red flower was slowly turning white and crystal like. Death studied the flower.
"It seems that someone named Simon Petrikov has just received a special gift. He will certainly live an interesting life." Said Death as he went back to tending the other flowers.

To be continued.