In Your Footsteps Adventure Time Novels & Stories

*Amber* I can’t stop pacing. The rhythm of my footsteps against the cool wooden floor echoes in the dimly lit room, each step a manifestation of my anxious thoughts. Adis sits on the worn couch, cradling Adion in his arms, his voice low and soothing as he reads a story about brave knights and fearsome dragons. Adion’s wide eyes are glued to the pages, completely captivated, blissfully unaware of the chaos swirling outside these walls.

The rain had stopped falling, and the track was damp with water drops. Adam faced the door and walked backwards into the woods, looking over his shoulder after each step until he got to an area covered by grass. “What are you doing?” I asked, puzzled by his strange behavior. He pointed to the bare ground before me and I saw his footprints caught in the muddy path. Because of the way he walked, they appeared to have come towards the house and not leaving. “Smart,” I smiled and turned towards the door we'd emerged from and walked just like he did, careful to step only on his footprints until I got to the ground covered by grass.

The ground beneath my boots felt different as I made my way toward the seventeenth mountain. Each step seemed to echo, not outward into the open world, but inward, bouncing inside me like a sound caught between bones. The path was harsher here, filled with broken rock and sharp gravel. My cane caught against them often, and Jasmine tugged me gently to safer ground, her soft panting reminding me that I wasn’t walking alone.

With each step, I felt myself growing more confident, the initial awkwardness melting away as we moved as one. "Now, just follow my lead," Timothy instructed, his voice a soothing presence in the darkness. "Step to the side with your right foot, then bring your left foot to meet it.” I focused intently on Timothy's movements, mirroring them as best I could. With each step, I felt myself growing more at ease, the tension in my muscles gradually giving way to a sense of fluidity and grace. “Good, now step to the side with your left foot and bring your right foot to meet it. That's it, you've got it."

I saw two different footsteps. "Uncle look, footsteps. Let's follow the footsteps, they are definitely here" I said, as we ran following the steps, my heart beating loudly. Then suddenly I heard a manly scream followed by another scream. "Dave!" I heard a familiar voice. I gasped. "Quinn? Quinn! Where are you!?" I yelled back, running faster. She answered me as I tried to find her with her voice. The footprint was fading and I couldn't hear her again.

I close the laptop, standing up, and leave the room. I walk through the castle, I can smell Tammy scent but it's faint. "Where's Tammy?" I ask Fred through the mind link. "She was with Tim the last time I checked." Fred replied. "Where's your sister Tim?" I mind link, Tim. "We're at the spring." I can hear the laughter in his voice. I leave the castle and head into the forest. I head deep into the forest until I start to approach the spring. I see Tim, his mate Mandy, Tammy, and Adam in the spring laughing as they joke around.

We walk towards the basketball court and sit on the bleachers there. "Sorry. You're like the shining new toy here" "Mmm." "So.....how old are you?" She asks, trying to make conversation. "Thirteen...I’ll be turning fourteen in the second term." She nods her head slowly, and then she smiles at someone behind me. I turn to see a boy with dirty blonde hair, and cool blue eyes, reminding me of my little brother back at home. But Ryan’s hair is a golden blonde and he has wide, sparkly blue eyes.

Loved those ankle boots, it's a shame I have to put them down. Try to follow some sound that leads me to a stream, and I know that if I go downhill at some point, I will find one. I carefully move through the trees, trying not to make noise, afraid of meeting any animal. And I achieve it. In the distance, I hear the murmur of running water, so I head there.

Aurora's POV Lilian and I step forward in unison, our strides syncing as we navigate the forest floor. The canopy above casts intermittent shadows, playing with the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. The air carries a sense of anticipation, the soft rustle of leaves beneath our feet creating a natural symphony. It felt like all those years ago only that one set of feet is missing.

I began to get excited that there were members or even one member of our pack still alive, so I kept visiting. Day after day I went in to see if anyone would show up, but till today, there was no one. I walked into the village and the first thing that caught my attention was footsteps and wheel markings on the ground. The wheels and a pair of feet were going away from the village, while I could somehow make the very tiny prints of footsteps that led into our cabin. I paused in my tracks as a memory hit me like a strong wind. “Hey, Sean! I bet your best friend can't do this,” She would say and began tiptoeing lightly against the ground.