Well then, this is the movement from the Second Part (maybe the third part) to the third (maybe the fourth).
This does more time jumpy stuff then any other chapter, simply for the sake of moving things forwards so that you don't end up with Seven years of Boring information about everyday life.
ALSO. I apologize for the giant break, both on this story and the Star Wars one, I've basically had writers block, and I'm awful at dealing with it. Also being lazy doesn't help.
The Key to Happiness:
They said in old tales that happiness was something wonderful that everyone sought, that it was a prize to be won, an eternity of perfection, that happiness was given to some people and not others, most importantly they said that Heroes got it and villains didn't.
That's somewhat true. Villain's have trouble finding happiness, they're never truly filled by the joy that others can feel. What wasn't true was the fact that only heroes got happiness.
Happiness is not necessarily perfection, freedom from worry, or an ever after, it is a thousand moments all connected together by other moments, and some of those moments could be sad, or dark, but happiness was finding something that in the end satisfied you, that allowed you to accept the passing of time, this for Pacifica was Dipper and vice versa.
Dipper being who he was, remained nervous, shy, uncertain even, about his relationship with Pacifica, despite all their trials, their hardships, and their love, he was always timid, slow to move forwards, and slow to seek more than he had.
He of course did, it took him another year, a year of rebuilding, the seeds that Lady Willow gave to Pacifica had long since been planted, placed in the locations that seemed the saddest, where the flowers took root they bloomed into seeds that rivaled in beauty the stars, most of their petals were pure white, with silver or gold flakes seeming to dance along it like wind, they stood bright in the woods always easy to see, and from them more of them appeared.
In parts of Gravity Falls the flowers grew wild now, their lights shining in the night.
Pacifica's first flower had been planted atop the hill, where once the Mansion of her Childhood had stood, it seemed the best place, as the fae had torn away what had been it seemed only right they put in something of beauty.
They had planted more in the places that had been destroyed or places that seemed to turn dark or dangerous due to the curse.
Dipper had waited that year until it's end, until they had passed to the age of adulthood, to propose.
The ring was carved of silver and gold, spinning, wrapping around to meet a perfect diamond, a glistening lily, with a beautiful glow to it, it had been crafted from magic, and Dipper's time by it had been almost consumed.
The wedding was still a year after, at the age of nineteen, Dipper and Pacifica were dressed in whites and greens, it was in the green that the oddness lay, it was not a normal color to wear to a wedding, in the old days it was unlucky, it belonged to the Fae, and the Fae are jealous creatures, it was of course an exception to this rule, for they were the faerie blessed, the Seelie were bound tightly to them, for they had in part done the forging of their love.
The rings were mostly plain, but for the fact that they allowed them to always find the other, in even a thousand miles difference, across a dozen worlds, they would belong to each other.
The two cervitaurs danced once more, this time the most beautiful of all dances that they could.
The Fae watched on from the hidden places, and smiled, and laughed at the two who loved each other and held the world in their hands.
Then the child came, two years later, when both were young, the child of Faerie Magic, bound not by the strings of fate, as she came to the world, in the long weeks and days before, Dipper in his usual way, crafted magic for the child. His first action in doing it was to carve a piece of stone from the statue of Cipher, it took him many hours to steal from the demons corpse, it fell neatly into his hands as it broke away, and there it burnt with blue flames, and forged into itself the symbol of a Pinetree. It was this which Dipper used first, making a small circle in the piece of stone and running a string through it. The second motion he made, was to bind into a ring the hair of a unicorn, and the third to forge a ring of iron, then at last he took the piece of willow wood from Pacifica, cutting into it once more a small hole for the string was made and this was placed next to the piece of stone, then next to it the iron, and next to the stone the Unicorn's hair.
It was a strange thing, three magics met in it, two items of it were of defensive purpose, two of old world bending magic. The strength of such things was not to be underestimated. In the worst of forges a necklace of such magic would be mediocre in power if given the right bearer, in the best of forges it would be enough to craft new stars.
The child was born at last, a girl, given the name of Rosaline, she was of brown hair, and blue eyes, her features though young were still sharp, like her mothers. More so she was a Cervitaur, and in being such gained the use of her legs much sooner than a normal child.
The two celebrated her birth with pride and joy, for they had in love created something new and beautiful.
The girl was given the necklace quickly, it was both an attempt to shield her from evil, and to insure her protection later. Still they would fail.
For all things fail, nothing is avoidable entirely, one must always face certain parts of the story, or perhaps one must not, for the way of the fates was a broken path, their plans were unwoven, and the stars could fall to earth.
When she was young the Lady Willow came and told her stories, stories of heroes and villains, stories of Faerie and men, stories of the great purpose she had.
When she was three the Lady Willow accompanied her along the river side as she travelled to her Aunt, for those were safe forests most of the time, no monster nor man would stand against the Lord and Lady Pines, the Faerie Blessed, the shade slayers, the heroes of the town, for in doing so meant downfall.
More than this was the peace they brought. There was a unity that was unfelt before, they had no right by blood to stand as leaders, nor did they, they stood only as they were, but they were a defining voice in the ears of many, for they were respected.
It was as such that the Wolves had rejoined the world many years before, though still they hid away on the Night of the fullest moon.
Though no death of Wolfish nature had occurred since the end of the war, for the Fae would not allow it.
The girl Rosaline grew up in safety, she lived in the place that her parents had forged, a small home, not unlike the Mystery Shack, though it was of white and green, a place of wild magic, and hope.
The Girl grew, she new all the hidden places, all the hidden people, she was the Faerie Blessed, the Starless, the Freeborn, and a thousand other things she could not understand.
Her mother had once taken her to see the old place of stone slain by faerie magic upon the hill, there bloomed a thousand faerie given flowers, white and shining in the evening, and the sun danced off the hill in perfection.
Gravity Falls was a hidden place, and it was a perfect place, it was the place that never should have been, but was, it was a place born where Faeries and Demons clashed, it was the place of wildest magic.
It was the heart of a thousand stories, it was the capital of an empire that was never fated to be, and that was it's secret.
The eyes of the fates are idly moving, the stars had turned for a second, blinked, and all of fate was unwound, it is the way of the Fates to want to neatly order things, but a place was hidden from them for an hour, or a century and it had turned away.
But now they noticed.
The eyes of the stars were staring down.
The Gods themselves stirred from their sleep.
The fearful ones would march once more.
Then the Faerie slipped in to the home of Dipper and Pacifica Pines, the Lord and Lady of Gravity Falls, and it stole away a child of the age of five, for it had a great future in mind for her.
The Faerie are not to be trusted.
Not to be helped.
Not to be given any ground.
Never should a deal be struck with them, never should a story give them any ground.
In this Dipper Pines had failed.
He had trusted a faerie.
And the Faerie had stolen away the most precious thing to him.
He knew of course almost instantly that it was Willow, for she had left upon the child's bed a Flower of wild beauty, golden and orange, like a flickering flame, it seemed to be something only the Faerie themselves could craft, and so it was.
So it was the story was spread across Four Worlds, one story in Gravity Falls, one story in The Great Tree, One story in the Ice and Cold of the Summerless Lands, and one story in the faerie lands.
One could take hours to reach it's conclusion, the other could take years, centuries could have passed still in other stories, for all time was a mess of knots and it happened to be that the changing did even more mess with the time of different worlds.
The Stars themselves would go to earth, they had in some ways written their own doom, they set forth a story, a story that had been fractured in some places, first by a demon, then by a faerie, next by mortal, next by wolf, where fires burnt in the hearts of a thousand, the songs of the stars fell silent in the wind.
It was fear and rage that consumed two young lovers in their actions, because their child was missing.
So it was they began thinking, and it was when Dipper Pines and Pacifica Northwest began thinking that trouble began.
Still the Faerie ran off with the girl, with Rosebud who was named Rosaline, who was of the blood of the two who were star-crossed, the blood of two who were spellbound, and that was the secret of the story.
There was a severe impossibility to it all.
Right, so that makes them twenty six by the end of this chapter. Rosaline is five, for now, Wendy is in her mid to late thirties, the Grunkles are basically the same age as when the show finished.
Also before anyone comments on the characters age when they get married, and also when they have a kid, they literally fought both an insane Demon, and two vampires before they were eighteen, Dipper saw both his parents dead bodies when he was fourteen, Pacifica is directly responsible for her own father's death, and Dipper is kind of responsible for Gideon's death...
It's a wonder (by which I mean I didn't want to write it) they don't have PTSD.
Anyway. They had still been together a solid five years before they got married, there weren't really any chances of them moving to different areas or styles of life, so it really isn't that surprising.
Also I figured at this point I could just tell you what was going on, and before someone comments about there being no foreshadowing when I post the next chapter, I literally spent a lot of this chapter, and numerous chapters before talking about the main villains on wild tangents that seemed unimportant.
Please review it helps.
Also once more I apologize for the break.
