Chapter 2: Fellowship

It was dark and dank in the small, cramped space between the rocks. Wendy felt herself being pushed about by mysterious forces and whirling about in winds of voices and songs that had no real meaning or matter to them. She felt both buried and falling. Then, she felt the cold stone floor of Earth slap her feet as she fell from a pinhole in the ceiling of a large cave.

A burning shrine that appeared to be a totem pole was in the center, illuminating the room while casting shadows on the floor of strange and mystic creatures roaming and hunting about. She looked to the walls and saw different art styles depict different...things. One was fairly realistic, showing a small man with red hair and green skin with fairy wings waiting at the bottom of a rainbow with a pot of gold with another man slowly approaching. The closer the more human man got to the green one, the more the two looked the same.

Another image, more blocky and geometric as if it was carved, showed a bearded man resting on a cloud, arm raised, and a hammer engulfed in lightning. His blonde hair was braided and his beard was in a bound, braided and fashioned array that caused it to look like a crooked washboard. A steel and metallic helmet crowned his head with silver wings on his temples.

Next to that was the image of someone she should recognize. A more modern and realistic artstyle like the first, depicted a thin man with red hair in forest greens. In fact, some of his clothes were indeed made of leaves and vegetation. His hunter's cap was topped with a long red feather, one that flicked with the wind like a flame, and his pose showed he had cawked an arrow in his bow but already released it into a nearby bag of riches; gems and gold spewing from the bag. "Robin Hood?" Wendy said to herself, feeling perplexed by the image.

After that came an image she was all too familiar with. A large wheel with symbols all in the the wheels curves such as a shooting star, a pine tree, a six finger hand and a bag of ice. In the center of this wheel was a three sided figure with one single eye in the middle of it's face, with a bow tie below and a top hat floating above the high point of the triangle. His legs were bent and his arms were raised up. She scowled at the visage of Bill, the dream demon that haunted her mind for far too long after his raine and had still an effect on the town to this day.

Then she saw what she thought was the oldest image on the walls. She remembered being in school and learning about early Neanderthalic cave drawings and how they were the first form of storytelling. Lots of blotches that if looked at just right resembled shapes. In the image, she saw three hunters armed with spears with no definition to them what's so ever. The three seemed to be hunters because they all were trailing after a giant bear. It wasn't just a big old grizzly, no this bear was the biggest bear Wendy could imagine. At this scale, it should be more than three stories tall on it's hind legs. An unnatural appendage was attached to the bear, as a long, squirrel like tail flowed from it and the hunters used to climb on to keep up with the galloping beast.

She was so enthralled by the strange images, feeling a dream-like sensation around them to not take in the outside world, that she ignored the fact she was not alone. She turned around and gasped at the tall man before her. Now, we humans like to relate the unone as possible to us so we can understand it more. This 'man' before Wendy, was no man at all. He stood as tall as a tree, and a portion of his body was root like in nature. Large pillars of stone intercepted his weaker joints and muscles. Leaves of different colors and sized adorn his body as sand, dirt, mud and bone made up his masculine and bare chest with a flower blooming here and there. He had an aura of mist which flicked about his entire body as his head was a raging storm cloud. The only human thing about his face was the two burning embers that looked like two suns shining through a storm. Lightning flickered about his tops, signifying hair as a cyclone formed and whipped wildly as it spoke.

"What do you believe, Child of The Greane?"

Wendy woke up in a sweat. Her pulse was wild and she was breathing in ragged breaths. This was worse than when she had nightmares about Bill. She was hunched over the couch, to tired from working the night before to get to her bed. She felt a warm yet calming hand placed on her head, stroking her hair softly to relax her. She started to slow her breathing, taking in lots of air in her mouth, holding it and expelling it out her nose.

She turned and faced her roommate, Dipper Pines, who had woken up before her like he always did. It had been a week since he came back into town and just recently found a job working for his old boss, Patrick 'Peggie' Potter, who moved up to open up his renovating and construction store on Main Street. Dipper was used as manual labor and used his still active tectonic mind to design sheds, pens and small cabins. Dipper came back from one day of work with one full payment for rent to cover both halfs of the lease, giving Wendy some more time to make up money or the next month.

"You want to talk about what just happened?" He said with sincerity. Dipper had become a stone faced statue as many quickly found out. He would let loose a smile to his friends and family, but otherwise was as serious as wood. However, he opened up more to Wendy than to anyone around here, something Wendy felt vary flattered about. "If you don't, I understand." She looked into his eyes. His blue eyes were like oceans to her green forests. Blue eyes.

"I'll tell you my dream if you tell me how you left with brown eyes and came back with blue ones." She said, adding some humor to the conversation. Dipper was still for a moment, something Wendy didn't like about the new him. Whenever he thought something was wrong, we froze up. Only for a few moments but Wendy always saw them. Dipper relaxed and smiled while laughing, letting Wendy know to stop holding her breath.

"Fine, but you go first." He said as he vaulted gently over the back of the couch to sit next to her. The unconsciously became close to each other, touching by the shoulders and looking themselfs over.

"Well...it's really strange. I've never had any dream like this one before. This one felt different. Like...like...Like it had meaning."

Dipper looked down to the floor and entered a pose Wendy saw him do a lot: placing his hand on his face and scratch his chin while thinking. "It's not that strange. People have dreams all the time that result in wakeup calls, premonitions and even telling of future events that are yet to come." He said. "What exactly happened that made it feel like it had meaning?"

"Well," Wendy began. "It wasn't filled with flying cats and dancing sheep with rainbow farts." They both laughed at that. "I was first in some sort of darkness. Like a void or something. Then I squeeze through a tiny hole," She said while scrunching her fingers together to form a small ring and a dot of light going through to show Dipper what she meant. "And then I was in this weird cave with..a..tapestries? Yeah, tapestries of all these..stories? I'm still confused by it. Then I turned and saw this tall dude made out of rocks and trees and with a cloud for a head saying 'What do you believe, Child of The Green?' I mean, isn't that weird? And I've never had this happen to me before what's so ever." She took a breath and relaxed into her seat, finding she was hyperventilating.

Dipper was once again pondering in his seat, scratching stubble and arching an eyebrow. "Well, what do you believe?" He finally said after a minute of silence.

Wendy scowled as she thought about it. "To be honest, I really don't know. I mean, If I can see it, I'll accept it. My family was never to religious. My father never believed in God and never went to church. My mother was from Eastern Europe and her parents were old fashioned Slovaks. Though even when she was alive she never pushed her beliefs onto us." She paused and thought more. "With all the crazy things around here like monsters and fairies and stuff it's hard to not believe, but sometimes there's limits to belief." Dipper looked like he was about to protest, but decided not to. "Now tell me why you're eyes are blue!" She said with a more playful attitude, steering away from the previous topic.

Dipper shook his head but smiled anyways and complied. "Well," He said while scratching his cheek. "I could straight up tell you with no enjoyability or being able to derive a deeper meaning from my words," Wendy smirked as he grinded. "But I think you would enjoy a little story to help your imagination along." He stretched his limbs and his plain white shirt lifted up, showing Wendy a kind view of his toned stomach.

"Once upon a time, there was a creature called a bear. Now, back then, bears weren't like they were. The bear was thin and scrawny, had bad eyesight that made them blind as moles and they never cared or loved enough to have a family for themselfs. So one day, the bear found a camp of three hunters. These hunters were known throughout the forest as the greatest and most feared humans around. One had eyes that could see for miles and trale prey for hours without breaking contact. Another had incredible strength, strong enough to lift a boulder from the mud. And the leader had a heart so caring that he cas crowned chief of the village."

"So the bear was tired of these hunters taking all of his food. Hunting in his woods and living in his mountains. So while the three were sleeping, the bear went and did his magic. He took one hunter's eyes and gave him his weak mole eyes. He took one hunters muscles and gave him his frail, fat filled ones. And finally, the bear took the leader's heart and gave him his small, shriveled black heart."

"When they woke up, they found that one was now blind, not able to see with such weak eyes. The other was frail and could not even lift his weapons. And the leader could not love or care anymore, driving his people away. As the leader was wandering the woods, he saw the bear, now with eyes that tracked the hunter since he reached the woods, strength to simply topple the hunter away, and a heart that got him the family he wanted."

"The hunter was furious at the bear and grabbed onto the furr end of the bear's tail and swung him about, stretching his tail and flung him into the night sky, binding him to the stars." Dipper reached up and pushed his hair away from his forehead and revealed his birthmark to the redhead. "Ursa Major, The Great Bear. Later rediscovered and remembered as The Big Dipper." He smiled as he saw the face of realization on Wendy's face. "So to answer your question, Wendy, I stole them."

"Why did you steal them?" She replied, not to happy that after tell the long story, it came down to him stealing.

"My old ones were broken. Blinded by a grenade. Shrapnel and all that. So I found a guy, who was kind of an asshole and took his eyes. You know that Angel guy I talked about?"

"Yeah, the Atheist dude? You took his eye?"

"Yep, and Angel eyes are pretty cool. Though the guy used some reconstruction surgery to fix the broken eyes and some Holy Magic as well."

"I thought he was an Atheist? Was magic not against his beliefs?"

"It was, and his eyes became cursed. Helped us finally beat the dude." Dipper said while finally standing up and stretching again. "You go and take a shower and eat something. You got today and I need to get to Peggie soon. We're restoring that old church in the woods that leads to the mines." He walked over and grabbed his coat from of a chair back and grabbed his key to the apartment. "See you tonight." He said over his shoulder and with that he was out, leaving Wendy to shake her head and start her day.

The highways of America and nearby countries were buzzing like they always do. 24/7 there were cars, trucks, motorcycles and other vehicles of that nature. Yet now a new entity was on the road. A spreading flash of black and yellow is moving quick enough to blend in with the road.

His skin was an earthy brown and his hair was a rich tar black, braided into lock and bound back into a ponytail, intercepted by a black and gold trucker's hat with his hair going through the head band. Wings were patched to the mesh sides of the hat and on the front was 'Hermes Delivery' in bright red letters on a white background. His biker's jacket had two yellow lines going down his chest and back over his right shoulder. His spandex pants were yellow while his leather chaps had one yellow line on each front face. A pair of Gazelle type glasses with white frames were hugging his forehead, winds pushing them close. A white satchel bag hung and rested on his right thye with more than a dozen letters with a blue wax seal with the Ursa Major constellation on them jostled about.

A wealthy country club in New York City was quiet as it was still night there. The club's security officer was knocked down and was unconscious on the floor as an older man was hunched over and picking a combination lock on a large safe.

His hair was a blonde red as his hair was fading, though his beard held tinges of ginger with a mirth of his attitude. He was thin. More thin than naturel but he had muscle in the right places. Because of the heater in the lower levels of the nation he was in, his green hoodie was tied around his waist while sweat stained his red tank top. An old fashioned bow was around his chest by the string while his quiver was attached to his belt. A green beanie was snug on his skull with a red puff on the top.

A woman in her teen years was bound hand, foot and mouth, squirming around and pissed as hell. Her blond hair was obviously dyed over a dark black as her pale white skin was powdered to perfection, all the while the places the bandit handled her were exposing her lime green reptilian skin.

"You rich bastards really do know how to make your safes. You know, the first safes ever built were made after my book took place. It seemed the world knew of my presence before I even was made. It just makes me more of the expert thief, doesn't it?"

The women shook her head and spit the gag out, but unlike someone who would scream for help, she growled before speaking in tongues. The thief rolled his eyes as he removed his bow and used it as a sheild as a fireball shot out and would have hit him, but a shimmer of rainbow light and blue ruins shielded him. The women screeched as she was disgruntled that her spell didn't work.

"Sorry, witch, but this is Celtic Magic you're dealing with. Although it's not good to hurt, it's amazing for protecting. I recommend learning Poison Tongues instead of Pyro Speech."

"You think you can steal the coven's sacred treasure? You will be torn to pieces; molecule by molecule." She flinched as the thief flicked a loose bolt into her face. "Look, I thank you for stopping the Scientific destruction of Magic. Without you and your allies help, My coven would be all but forgotten and dead. However, just because you saved our world does not give you permission to do as you please! Now untie me this instant and leave the premises or I'll call the cops!"

"A witch who sacrifices virgen men to a dead and forgotten dark god that you yourself don't know his name, is going to get the fuzz in here? There's a reason we never called you guys to aid us in the battle." The thief laughed at the reaction she had as she thrashed harder.

He was almost through when he felt a strong gust of wind move to his left and whipped in front of him. He felt his lock picking tools leave his hands as a paper envelope was in there please. Even he could see the black and yellow streaks as the messenger passed him. He turned to the witch and saw his tools embedded into her bindings, setting her free. Her skin glowed green as she began to float in the air, eyes glowing. The thief rolled his eyes and smirked as he put the letter into his back pocket and retrieved his bow before pulling his beanie down, revealing it to be a ski mask with a red line going down the left eye, and cawked back an arrow before engaging.

Miami buzzed in the sunrise as a crowd of people of all ages circled around a man of average height wearing tight dress pants, dress pants and a white dress shirt. His skin was an almond brown as his hair was covered by a top hat with dead roses in the brim. His face was rounded, a large nose that was tear shaped and a bushy beard was exposed, revealing the color of brown most common in his race's color scheme. Arabic text of love, magic and show were plastered on his shirt and hat. He motioned for more and more people to crowd around him.

"Gather around my good people and watch closely as I, Kassim the Genie grant your wishes for you and you alone." He reached around to his back with one hand and out of thin air pulled out a small fold out table and placed it on the ground, gaining an applaud already as people were behind him as well. He patted his pockets, imitating someone who has lost something before walking up to a woman in a pink top and white pants. "Miss, could you hold out your hand for me?"

"Which one?"

"Oh any would do my sweet miss, but it's urgent, so.." The women outstretched her hand to the street performer as he placed a gloved hand under hers and placed another gloved hand on top in her palm. He pressed his hands together and dragged them across her hands. Separating his hands, he started to slinky and sputter playing cards from one hand into another, gaining an applause.

"So many of you should know already of how a Genie works, no? You see a Genie grants three wishes to the master who holds his lamp. However, as you can tell, I have no such lamp with me for I have been free from my chains from the only man who cared to free me and sacrifice one of his three wishes to me. So I have decided to give a wish to one lucky person hear." He set the cards about on the table, making people wonder what he was up to.

He flipped one card and eyed the crowd before shouting: "Oliver Swin!?" A short boy of seven years jumped and looked at the man with shock and awe as he seemed to know his name. Kassim looked down at the boy and smiled. "You my boy have a pretty big wish stuck in your head don't you?" He said and motioned the boy to come forward.

The young child rushed up and was standing with his forehead touching the rim of the table on the opposite side, trying to face Kassim. The street performed giggled and snapped his fingers. A section of the sidewalk elevated itself for him and the boy to be at eye level.

Kassim shuffled the card while beginning. "So Oliver, what is it that you have bottled up in your head that you so desperately want?"

"I want a doggie!" He stated proudly.

"Oh really? Well can't your parents get you one?" He sent a look at his parents, who seemed to look deflated at the boy's wish.

"Well, my parents are arguing a lot and they don't listen to me a lot. I want someone who's going to listen to me. Someone who can be my friend for a long time." The boy said in a sad tone.

"Well, I can help you with that. First I want you to think about your dream dog. The perfect dog for you. The color. The type. The size, age, If it's a boy or a girl, all of it."

The boy closed his eyes tight and saw it. He was in his backyard at night. His parents were getting louder and louder in the house. The grass was growing out of hand as the two adults couldn't agree to anything in the home. He was crying because his father had thrown a glass cup at the wall while yelling at his mother and a sharp grazed his cheek. It was stinging and painful. A shadow silhouette was carved into the sun door's light cast onto the backyard of the boy. Soon, a taller form joined his shadow.

"I want you to think about the fun things you are going to do together. Take walks, play fetch, swim in a fountain. All the fun things you want to have in a friend."

Kassim placed a hand on the crying boy's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze to the young one. They did not talk, yet they were communicating. A silent language. It's never easy not being listened to, is it? Kassim projected to the boy. Yeah, I know exactly how you feel. Ten thousand years of people wanting everything and ignoring either the rules or your own requests. It's never easy being a Genie.

"You see the leash in front of you, right? The long red one that has the silver loops going up and down? Take it."

What should I do? The poor boy conveyed to Kassim. The Genie smiled at the boy. I think, Kassim began, you should get your wish. I think they should start listening to you. But I want a dog. No, you don't. You think the dog will bring your parents closer. It's just going to make it worse for you. The boy deflated there as Kassim sighed. They're going to think you got the dog, but they'll listen to you. I promise. Kassim said.

"Promise?" The boy spoke in real life, eyes still closed. Kassim smiled in the boy's mind and nodded. With a snap of his fingers, the sun door opened to reveal Oliver's parents looking worried and wanting to apologize.

Oliver opened his eyes. He felt a tug on in his hand. A red leash in his hand with silver rings going up the length of it. At the end was a fat little Corgi with bright yellow fur and a purple tongue sticking out the corner of it's mouth, tail wagging as he seemed to be as happy as could be with Oliver. The boy squealed and grabbed the pup, holding him tight as the dog licked his face and the crowd went wild at the scene. Oliver looked to his parents who were smiling warmly at him while holding hands. The boy looked back at Kassim who winked and smiled a wicked grin. The sidewalk lowered and Oliver joined his family.

"Now because I am a Genie out of a job, I would like to ask for a little help from the audience. Mabe make a dream or two of mine come true. Just a dollar or so will be fine by me." Kassim took his hat off and let a mop of brown hair frizz about as he saw everyone give the man fives and tens, nothing lower. Then, weirdly, he saw a man put his earth brown hand in and placed a white envelope in the hat. Kassim looked up and saw a man in a black and yellow striped biker jacket with white glasses wink at him and run off. Kassim looked at the envelope and saw the seal. He squealed like a little girl in the street.

Theodor was hungry.

After working a hard day on the ranch, he could use a well needed lunch. He was walking out of the fenced area the cattle used for grazing and began walking down the long winding road to get to Papa's Burger Hut of the interstate. He had no car. No horse to ride there. Just his feet. And to be honest, that's what he preferred. Walking was what his people did all the time, besides raping, stealing and sailing.

He grabbed his white ten gallon hat from top of his head and ran a calloused hand through his wild blonde hair. He placed his hat back on his head and scratched his unruly 70's mustache of a similar blonde shade. He wore a white duster with matching white dress pants. Some may say that wearing both white and dress wear while working was unwise. Well, it was also unwise for early Vikings to wear thongs in the harsh winters, but no one complained to them. The Vikings would kill them. His black leather boots with silver spurs, crow like talents crawling down to the toes of the footwear. Attached to his belt, a black leather whip with a silver, oval shaped polygon between the handle and the wrapped up leather windings. Nordic ruins were scribed into the polygon as shimmered in the sun light.

A squeak was heard overhead as a raven landed on Theodor's shoulder. The only thing left behind that his father left him. Not his spear or his eye, but one of his dumb crows. The other died with his father and he didn't really know witch one was alive still. "Get back home...Thought?" He said with a twang of southern elegance. The raven tilted his head, seaming to not recognize the command, inciting Theodor to face palm. After everything, he was the last one left. Both his father and brother were dead. His mother never made the voyage to America and Louise...Loki, was in prison.

Finally he came upon the small trailer park at the side of the road. Several wooden tables were sat about and a white rusted trailer that had became a stationary burger stop stood mighty and bright. The rancher mosied on down the road and into the lot. Many people spoke in hushed tones, knowing about 'The Odin Boys' and their small ranch in the mountains of Arizona. How there was a shoot out with a couple convicts and led to the father and one of the son's dying on the property. Theodor was the last. The one that remained, like the scent of rain when the sun clears the storm away.

He made his way over the the trailer and ordered his usual; A simple two patty cheese burger with onion rings and tomatoes, lettuce and pickles inside a toasted potato bun with a cup of fries and Pepsi, all bundled up in a bag.

He reached into the bag and pulled the burger out, still standing in the lot and unwrapped the cooked meal. He opened wide...and felt a rush of wind move past his face and the object in his hands was now thinner and wider. He opened his eyes and saw that his burger, bag and drink were all replaced with one simple envelope with a blue seal with the Ursa Major on it. He grumbled and cursed to himself before going back over to the stand. "Damn speedsters."

The Gas Pass was an old run down gas station that was positioned right outside of Gravity Falls in due part to the fact that the first owners of the place wanted it as far away from the monster filled woods of the district. The outside was a rusted brick color as the trim and a stained yellow-white as the main building's shade. An old 50's style of gas pump was in place with a modern one, using coins instead of cash or card. It was old, but it was the only place to get gas without going into the Land of Strange.

Wendy leaned against the counter over the cigarette and candy ads on the matt. Even though The Mystery Shack was a family name in Gravity Falls, it didn't really serve as a good name on a resume for many employers. The whole reason she was in this position, having to take up job after job and only getting half rent was because her father, Manly Dan, had made an agreement with her. Either go with him and her brother's to Alaska for two years for Ice Age training, or find a place to live and a place to work, because she wasn't allowed to stay in the house. She was pretty flustered about it, but since she never bothered to go to go to college, she just went with it.

She was wearing a dinkie white and green plastic vest with a name tag in comic sans that spoke volumes about the condition the place was in. The interior was lighted green like a 90's movie, two walls lined with freezers that half were out of stalk on the needed supplies. Three rows of snacks, car tools and fluids and microwavables were asserted about. She sighed as it was still a slow day. Like every day.

And like most days, she went back to think about Dipper. Before he came back, she would think about him being an adventurer; Ford but younger with teched out goggles, trench coat, and silver coiled syfy gun. Yet now she would think about everything he wasn't and what he was. No goggles, but bright blue Angel's eyes. No trench coat but a dark blue coat with gun metal lining he seemed to keep with him a lot. She wasn't sure if he had a gun or not, but he sure had muscle. She offered to do laundry, and found small holes in his shirts, resembling bullet holes. She knew he had ended up in trouble before, but she never would think anything as realistic as gunfights.

The ring of the front door opening and ringing the bell alerted her to a customer, who she seemed to know already beside's never meeting him at all. He was a short man, about two and half feet tall. He had curly red hair, lighter than Wendy's and a beard that wrapped around his chin. He wore a green coat with matching pants and black shoes with gold buckles. In his mouth was a gold pipe with fluorescent fumes coming from the muzzle, a smug grin on his face as he seemed to be satisfied with the taste as his eyes were obscured by a pair of aviators. Patrick Potter, or Peggie as Dipper calls him. Her roommate's boss mosied on over to a line of flower seed and inspected them all. He looked over and Wendy could see see a pair of green eyes, far richer than her own looking to her.

"Good day, missie" He said in a foreign accent that Wendy thought was to much of a stereotypical Irish tongue. He looked at her name tag and widened his eyes, looking her over again before whistling loudly. "Dipper wasn't kiddin' when 'e said your were beautiful." He said with no care. Wendy blushed and seemed embarrassed, especially when Peggie laughed at her reaction. "Don't worry about it, he said it alon' time ago. Though he would probably say it again if 'e wanted to." He reached out a hand to her over the counter. "Patrick Potter, but 'ost against me will call me Peggie." He chuckled and Wendy decided to snake a hand into his. Feeling hairy knuckles grasp her hand she shook.

"Wendy Corduroy." She replied. "So you're Dipper's boss, huh? How long have you two been partners? Or rather worked together." The small man put a hand on his chin and thought.

"I want te say about...six years? Maybe more. It's been a long while since I really thought about et." He said as he walked over and was looking at the T.V. dinner section.

"I've been friends with Dipper for a while. Probably ever since he was 12. He's a good guy."

"And ye think I don't know that? I've entrusted me life to the boy and he hasn't failed me yet, Ha." He laughed to himself.

Wendy thought about something Dipper told her about. "Dipper said...that you were a Leprechaun, but also more than one. Is that true?" Peggie stopped for a moment, but simply smiled without looking at her.

"You've encountered a lot of strange thin's around, and the tone of your voice says you will not be affected by me bein' a Leprechaun. Am I correct?" She nodded her head. "Well," He took a quarter from his pocket and flipped it in the air, landing in his palm in the form of a stack of twenties. "That I am."

"I thought Leprechauns had gold coins."

"Well, Leprechauns keep thin's of value to society, mainly currency, close to hearts. A dollar does the same thin' nowadays as a gold coin. Though, you won't be wanting any of me gold."

"I don't want it or you have an uncontrollable greed that makes you want to keep it?" She was surprised to see an emotion that came across as offended cross his face.

"That's what ye all think about us, huh? We're gold hoarders that kep the cash to ourselves? I will have ya know that Leprechauns were first imagined to give the poor people's of early Europe, new to the concept of coins and currency, an aspect of hope to believe in charity. You think I will kep me gold when a starving child is starin into me eyes? You think I will hide me pot when a single mother of eight wants a night in the town Inn for her children? You think I will deny help for an innocent man, held in jail with no money for bail? No. We Leprechauns enjoy giving our gold away. After all, why would we let them stories of us and our gold spread?"

"Sorry, just sometimes Leprecons represent what we can become when we have to much riches." She said awkwardly, not in the mood for a fight.

Peggie seemed to both cool down and retract, as if the topic was inevitable. "Yeah, some others of me kind are like that. Like ol' Dipper said, I'm more than a Leprechaun. I have cursed gold. Gold that can change a man from a kind and charting semeritian, to a heartless bastard in days."

"Sounds like a tough life. Ever trying to give the gold away to someone you don't like. Prank them even?"

Peggie laughed at that, seeing the tension lift as he pulled a turkey dinner with mashed potatoes and gravy with peas of the shelf. "Naw. I'm not heartless yet my gal, so I'll keep the curse and tell the story instead. Hear, keep the change. From what Dipper says, you need it." With that, he gave her the stack of 20's and took his diner and went for the door before stopping. "We, well, I could use someone like you working for me. I pay better than this and you get to stretch ya muscles a lot more than sweeping."

Wendy thought about it and sighed. "Let me think about it, will ya? I just am trying to piece together my life now."

"But of course, missie. Though a word of advise, figure out what you believe and go from there." And with that, he left. Wendy was left to think about what he said.

"What do I believe? At least nowadays…"

"One...two...THREE!" Dipper said as he and Herman, a earth skinned man with a braided pony tail and white Gazelle glasses heaved up a medium sized stone statue from out of a pickup truck owned by Peggie. They side stepped the monument into an open area of the woods where a newly built shrine was formed. Shingles of greens and reds laid as Japanese canjie was written on hanging banners.

The statue depicted a Tanuki; a Japanese half dog, half racoon shaft shifter that were said to bring good luck to those who feed them secrets. Or so the stories say. The monotone stone figure was placed down into a cushion made postion for the stone tab to slide into the base. The two breathed for a bit and relaxed as they sat at the shrine.

Herman took his hat off and whipped his forehead while Dipper lit sticks of incense in the candle holders. "I gotta hand it to yah, Dipstick, you were right about this place. Nice people. Great source of magic for all types. Monsters to fight and women to screw, I'd say I'm home."

Dipper swatted his hand across the back of his head and caused his ponytail to cover his face. "The only women I'm letting you touch is miss Righty Rita and Lefty Lucy." He grabbed a flask out of his blue coat, revealing a pine tree on the leather wrap. Taking a swig he passed it to Herman who accepted it. "Deliver the letters I made?"

"Yes. However I couldn't find Big Bad and Little Red. Think they went off the grid like they talked about?"

"Probably. Them and I never really got along."

"I could tell that a couple of them were just waiting for the letter. You should have seen Kassim's reaction."

"When will the day come when Kassim does not act happy?"

"You should get your wish. He's pretty serious when it comes to getting people what they want."

"I'm still waiting on what I should wish for." Dipper said before stretching. He looked over his shoulder. "So how do you like it here?" In the place of the statue was an average sized teen. He was in a simple sun shirt with red lines over black with the front being unbuttoned. His chest was...nothing to show off. It was flat as a bored and stiffer. His shorts were a matching red and his sandals were black. His hair was jet black with red highlights here and there. His eyes were red as well, giving the small Japanese boy a theme of red and black.

"I like it. The magic is strong. Rift energy, Right? It can be formed into different magic types with ease."

"I saw Peggie shove a fat load of Celtic Magic into his pipe today. High as a kite and twice as happy." Dipper said.

"You know, kid, you could have helped us out a lot by getting off your fat ass and walking yourself here."

"I rather make my servants walk and do my bidding for me. Besides, I don't see how tough it can be fore two powerful Gods like yourselfs to carry me to my very own shrine. "

"Cut the arrogance, child, before it kills you. A Lot of Gods, Stories and Thirds alike lose themselves and their followers like that. Ever heard of Rawn? Exactly, because he was forgotten and without any of his followers left because he was a stuck up lava god, and couldn't be reborn. True story, racoon boy." Herman said.

"Lay off the kid, will yah? He's just got hear." Dipper stepped in.

"Gee, you're such a hero." The teen sarcastically said.

"Shut up, Kage." Dipper quipped back. Kage rolled his eyes and turned his back to the two, meditating to himself and tapping into the magic about.

Wendy was aggravated at the moment. It was late night, about 11 now. She just found out that Tambry and Robbie were out of town that night and Mabel was off on a forced date with Gideon, though the girl was too nice to simple walk out on the guy. This left Wendy walking along the interstate alone. She would have called Dipper, but Dipper hadn't had a phone or an actual car.

The cold air was nipping at her face and she was feeling like she was about to cry. She hatted the dark. T always got to her. It was only when she was with people like her brothers, father and...Dipper, did she feel strong in situations like these.

A growl was emitted behind her. She froze. There was wacky stuff in Gravity Falls, but there was also very human and Earth like dangers like wolfs, bears and; "Mountain Lions." Wendy whispered. She once saw one on her property when she was five. Her father told her and her mother to stay indoors while he scared the thing off. As she turned, she saw the tell tale signs of such a creature even shrouded in the dark of the overhang on the other side of the road. It's yellow eyes pierced into her's like a hunter's spear. The matted down tan and beige hair covered the beast. Coal colored claws rippled against the tar road.

There were many moments, moments like these for instants, when she wondered what it would be like if she had learned from her father how to deal with the wilderness. How to deal with Mountain Lions. What direction was North. What brand of shoes are best for civilian where as well as retreating in heavily wooded terrain. Questions like these went through Wendy's head as the lion chased after, growling and pouncing onto her empty footprints. Now, one could not deny the fact that Mountain Lions are scary and fast, but anyone can tell me that between it and the six time winner of the Gravity Falls High School and Middle School track meet with the other district around the state, Wendy Corduroy was faster.

A turned over log that was hollowed out by termites and other insects was seen in the moonlight. Moss covered the bark as it glowed a pale blue. She performed a similar move one might use to skid into home base, as she scooted into the log. It was pointing upwards, so she had to rotate her slender frame inside the hull so she could crawl up. She lifted her right foot off the ground and into a portion of remaining layering of wood, barely avoiding a sweeping claw that took out a chunk of the bottom rim of the log.

Tears were streaming down her face now. She was repeating the words 'God damn it, god damn it' in her hoarse voice, strained by running. She wanted to be back in the warm arms of her father or her brothers or her friends or...Dipper. She wanted Dipper the most now. Even as a child he was brave. She wanted to be brave. She wanted Dipper. A tear from her cheek rolled down and fell. Fell to the earth and managed to hit the grassy moss at the bottom of the log.

The lion was clawing at the log for the whole time she was praying for Dipper, but it stopped suddenly. Wendy looked through the claw marks made in the hull, some coming close, and saw the beast crouching down and looking upwards with a fearful expression. She was confused now. It wasn't looking at her, so what was it? She felt a jolt from the top of the log. She looked and saw a large snout to a furry beast and exhale into the log. The wind that blasted her was strong. Strong enough to push her out of the log and roll across the moss. She looked up and was facing the Mountain Lion, who was crawling towards her and seemed was about to pounce, when all of a sudden the creature exploded into splintering wood.

She ducked her face down and used her arms to shield herself. Two, four inch long splinters were lodged into her right arm, stinging and feeling alien to her body. She looked up and realized what happened. The log she was once hiding in seemed to have been lifted up and slammed down again on the pouncing beast. The lion seemed to be as scattered across the clearing as the splintered wood. She shakily stood up and was breathing heavily. A low grumble, one stone to a relaxed yet large animal, rumbled behind her. She turned, craning her head up and gawked.

She tried to do the math in her head, but she was never good with eyeballing things, so she was simply settling settling on the bear being 25 feet tall. His fur was a gunmetal grey. With streaks of dark blue going across his arms, legs and sides. He was proportioned like any normal bear, but his eyes glowed a holy white with flame like texture to them, flowing about. A large, squirrel like tail flowed behind it. On the beast's forehead, a glowing white constellation, similar to it's eyes was a constellation pattern of the beast. Ursa Major. The Great Bear.

Wendy felt an almost dream like sensation go over as she felt herself unable to lift herself up. She felt heavy. She felt her legs give out. She collapsed, but landed on a soft bed of fur, as the bear's tail stretched out and caught her. She was lifted up and was placed on the strong back of the beast as it moved on all fours through the forest.

She felt tired yet awaking. Breathing heavily yet paralyzed. She felt not dead, but not awake either. In the sky, the stars began to dance and seemed to form shapes out of light. A tall man with a sword and a bow stared down as he was met by a lion with a flaming mane and a wolf like dog. They all stared down at her for brief moments but in the end, danced with others. An elephant headed man with seven arms. A two headed snake with the body of a naked women. A tall, thin boy that seemed to be made of sticks and wood.

"What are they." She finally said. She accepted the fact that this was a dream. That she must have been maled by the lion and was rotting away. "Are they angels?" She was really speaking to herself at this point. She felt content.

"They," The bear began in a low and husky voice. One that snapped Wendy out of her stupor as recognition of the voice swelled over her. "Are the forgotten. Stories many have lost in there minds. Faiths that have lost all of the hope they brought with them." The bear reared back and then lept into the night sky. His tail acted as a way to steer, swaying up and down and occasionally side to side. "They are Gods. Ones that have met a God's death. They have been forgotten." Wendy looked over the bear's back and saw the town of Gravity Falls zip past her. She looked ahead and saw the apartment complex that she and her friends lived in. Thompson was reading a book with his really hot girlfriend in his lap. Nate and Lee were playing videogames while laughing at each other. Robbie and Tambry were holding each other close in their bed, spooning one another.

And then she saw two people she did not recognize. One was a brown skinned man in black and yellow biker jacket with his locks of hair tied in a ponytail serving a young asian boy in blacks and reds with an opened button up shirt some reheated McDonald's. But the second she saw the two, she also saw two other shapes. In the place of the brown skinned man, there was a glowing yellow figure in white robes, like a toga, with a silver disk helmet and winged boots. The boy was replaced by a lanky beast. It's fur was all black, but two beady red dots were in it's face as a red striped tail swiped back and forth.

She looked back at the town and saw similar instances. Men and women transforming into more mysterious creatures. "What do you believe, Child of The Greane?" The bear stated.

She looked on and seemed to think. A star floated above her, illuminating her and giving her clarity. The bells of midnight struck. "I believe in Gods." She stated confidently.

"Good." The bear said. "But in order to survive, you must believe in more. You must believe everything." Wendy felt the weight of darkness over take her now as she began to pass out into darkness. When she woke up, she was back in her bed. She sighed. It was all a dream. It was all just another weird dream like the one she had before. Just a weird….dream? SHe looked at her arms and saw that she had gauze wrapped around her right arm with three dots of red on the top side. She froze looking at it and looked to her night stand. Three long wood splinters with stains of red at on tip each were on a red paper towel with players next to them.

She tried to remember what she just dreamed about, or what she did that night. There seemed to be only one thought in her mind now. "Believe in everything…." She whispered to herself. "Believe everything."

A/N: And there is chapter two of this story. We go to meet some Gods and God-like beings as well such as the thief who you may already know who he is. We got a Genie in Miami who just can't wait to get to The Falls as well as a rancher who may or may not be Norse underneath the twang. Plus, some Japanese mythology as well. And for those who are curious, A tanuki what the Tanooki Suit Mario has in the games was based on (Watch Pom Poko). Kage is the Japanese pronunciation of Shadow by the way. So stay tuned for more. We will be looking more into some of the human characters next as they react to Dipper's new self in the chapter titled: Faith. ~SRG