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Pacifica noticed she couldn't hear her friend anymore and looked around, "I knew Ishould've waited for him. He doesn't get out much," She started calling for him,"Gideon? Gideon! Okay, this isn't funny anymore!"
She noticed a path that sliced through the foliage, littered with broken twigs andflattened ferns. She thought to herself, "Hmm…strange…it almost looks like—"
Pacifica gasped in realization, "GIDEON!"
Pacifica took off in a sprint, following the freshly-made path through the brush, frantically searching for Gideon. At the end of the trail, she saw the blond boy sitting against the trunk of a tree, rubbing his head with a pained expression on his face.
"GIDEON! Are you okay?" Pacifica panicked, looking over her friend to make sure he wasn't seriously injured, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to leave you behind!"
"Pacifica, it's alright. It wasn't your fault anyways. That'll teach me for not payin' attention to the trail…" He declared, getting to his feet, "Wait what's wro-"
Gideon turned to where his friend's widened eyes fixated and paused as well. A small electric box of some sort was barely noticeable past the small, disguised door and cobwebs that surrounded it. Impulsively, he reached up to open it the rest of the way and poked at a few buttons and knobs. Just then, another door popped open directly below the first, revealing a red leather-bound book, a golden hand with a '2' in the center.
"Hmm…I was thinkin' a hidden trap door would open up for some reason, but another door makes much more sense," the southerner spoke aloud, "I mean anything kept underground would not be in such good condition as this-this… I think it's a novel?"
He proceeded to open the musty book to a random page, allowing Pacifica to look at it.
"I don't think this is a novel…" she stated, pointing out the various drawings and cryptic messages on the page, "If anything, it would have to be a field guide of some sort. Wait, what's this? Blood rain? Zombie conjuring?! This probably isn't the sort of stuff we should be messing with, Gideon."
Gideon didn't respond. He was too intrigued by the book as evidenced by his complete disregard of what his friend was saying as he flipped through the torn, yellowed pages. The boy stopped on the last page and began to read out loud:
" 'October 16th: As I continued my studies and journeys throughout the peculiar
town of Gravity Falls, Oregon, I realized that if this journal were to fall into the
wrong hands, no one could prevent such a person or creature from causing harm to the unbelievably naïve residents of this fair town. It is for this reason that I have decided to create another with ways to balance out the forces should this happen. However, it will remain hidden like this one until it becomes apparent that it is indeed being used for corrupted purposes.' Wow, either this guy's completely insane or this is really somethin' important. We better keep hold of it so it doesn't 'fall into the wrong hands' or whatever," Gideon chimed and stuffed the oversized book under his small chubby arm and started to walk away, "Who better to take care of it than us?"
"I'm still not so sure about it." Pacifica added, "I mean, what if the author comes looking for the book and it's not here anymore?"
"Just look at these pages! This had to be written at least 50 years ago! Even if the guy's still alive, there's no way he's in any sort of shape to make it the whole way out here, let alone remember the code." the boy retorted, his southern drawl dragging out each word.
"Just put it back…what if it's cursed or something?"
"Okay. Only because that sounds terrifying." He replied, reluctantly setting the journal back into the hollow.
The duo headed back the way they came and parted ways at the edge of the wilderness, each with a new story to tell. However, a story wasn't enough for Gideon Gleeful: he needed proof.
As soon as his parents got to sleep, he tiptoed out the door, being careful not to disturb the happy couple. Surely if he were caught, he would be grounded for sneaking out this late at night. He crept down the driveway and into the forest, following the path he and Pacifica created earlier. Once he reached the tree, he messed with the machine until the door reopened, revealing the book with the unfitting golden hand affixed to the front.
"I'll make sure this stays out of the wrong hands," Gideon whispered to himself. He stuffed the old book into his gray backpack and headed home.
OoOooOooo! Gideon just found the '2' journal and is bent on keeping it asecret from Pacifica! Tension!
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