Another Wrong Turn
xrsa-major
Into the woods once... shame on me.
Into the woods twice... something definitely seemed wrong.
At least Greg wasn't along for the ride this time (though perhaps he needed to just stop wearing that stupid last minuet Halloween costume- bad things seemed to happen when he donned the red hat and blue cape- like some sort of terrible luck omen). Still he needed to take the bad with the good. Without Greg to watch out for he could focus on getting back home without having to deal with constant interruptions caused by his half brother wandering off into the middle of a piranha infested river- or something along those lines.
Still
The woods in the Unknown seemed slightly different this time around... there was less of that pressing sense of unease and more of a... sticky summer heat.
And again Wirt was left unaware of exactly how it was that he had ended up here. (Drowning again? He was already getting a very pressing case of Thalassophobia). He vaguely remembered talking to someone...? His head was clouded over, aching whenever he tried reflecting on the incident in question.
Ah well, if it was anything like last time he would recall it all in good time. He just needed to think on it.
Until then he had to keep walking forward, following the moss on the trees to make sure he avoided going in circles. The walk was getting very long, very tedious, and the pilgrim found himself feeling rather fatigued when he stumbled on a sign.
"Gravity Falls, one mile....?"
Odd.
Was that anything like Pottsville?
Still a town was a town- he had to do something to find his way back- so he gathered up what remained of his energy and trudged the remaining mile into a rather odd but bustling little town (and that God these people seemed alive).
