The sun slowly moved across the cloudless sky. From his vantage point in a high tree, Dipper could see for miles and miles of canyons and forest. If he squinted far enough, he could just make out Mel's haunted looking structure nestled in tall pine trees far, far away.

Dipper turned his head to the sound of cracking tree limbs and dead leaves, and he saw his twin loudly crashing through the shrubbery carrying armloads of berries and tree bark while she showed plain distaste for the forest's bugs and slimy moss.

"Mabel! Is that our dinner?" he called down, almost laughing at his sister's disgust of a certain stink bug. Mabel looked up in surprise at the sound of Dipper's voice, and he waved his arms around to show her he was up in a tree.

"Honestly, Dipper, you need to quit climbing trees that high. You're going to fall!" Mabel shouted up. Dipper shook his head and grinned.

"That's just the mom in you talking," he called back down to his sister as she placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes.

"Come down anyway, I found some edible tree bark... and these berries look like blackberries so I'm sure they're not poisonous," she said as she spread the food on a leaf. Dipper slipped down from the canopy of concealing trees; he almost resented leaving, the trees were his own special hideout, safe haven. He could see the whole world but the world couldn't see him.

"How long do we have to stay in hiding?" he asked as he dropped from the last branch.

"I'd say we need to finish off Mel first, and by then I'm sure the people will have forgotten about us," Mabel replied, arranging berries neatly on a slice of bark and giving it to Dipper, receiving a 'thanks' in reply.

"And then we can have a good old leisurely summer?" Dipper asked with a grin. Mabel smiled back.

"You bet!"

Just then, a rough looking girl crashed through the clearing wearing a hospital gown just like Mabel's, except larger to fit the older girl. She looked about sixteen or seventeen, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked at Mabel in surprise.

"Hospital gown!? You wouldn't have happened to survive the hospital bombing, would you?" she asked.

"Yes, we did," Mabel replied with a look of concern. "Where did you come from?"

The girl extended a dirty hand and Mabel reluctantly shook it.

"Sally Alder. Nineteen," she said, and added from seeing Dipper's look of suspicion, "I'm really small for my age."

After making sure the twins understood her age, she continued her story.

"I was in the hospital for a pregnancy-" she stopped again after Dipper's look of skepticism. Mabel slugged him in the shoulder and hissed,

"Don't be rude!"

"And," Sally cleared her throat, "Somehow the baby didn't make it,"

Mabel gasped and reached out to her to touch her hand.

"I'm so sorry!" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Sally nodded and waved her hand away like it meant nothing.

"The bombs went off right after I got the news. I was one of the last ones out, well... I think I was the last one out. A beam blocked the door and everyone was trapped inside. Later I found a sawed off vent opening and crawled through that. A newspaper proved me to be dead. I've been hiding out in here to get my bearings, and then I suppose I'll take the next flight to Atlanta, Georgia, where I'm absolutely certain the news won't be known- I mean, after all, it's the whole opposite side of the country!" she explained. "But Gravity Falls has always been my home; I was raised here. I'll be sad to leave."

"I think the people will have forgotten about the whole hospital bombing by then," Dipper commented as he took a large bite of bark and berries, but quickly spewed it out and wiped his mouth. "Mabel, this is disgusting. I think I've lost my appetite." Mabel defensively shrugged her shoulders and took a bite herself. Dipper smiled at her terrible attempt to cover up her queasiness. Sally laughed and rummaged around in a bag she was carrying and handed Mabel an apple.

"You remind me of my sister. Thirteen today," she said.

Mabel blushed.

"Only I'm twelve," she said.

"And you're... thirteen as well as Emma? My sister?" Sally asked, tossing Dipper an apple.

"Nah," he confessed, blushing as well. "Mabel and I are twins."

"Oopsie!" Sally laughed and ruffled his hair. "I should know what twins are when I see them. Twins like you have a special bond." Dipper and Mabel looked at each other uncertainly. Maybe identical twins shared a special bond... but they had always just assumed that their bond was just that of regular siblings.

"Maybe..." Mabel trailed.

Something howled deep in the forest. Its melancholy drone brought angst and uneasiness to Mel Jhonston in the safety of her home. Sorcha wasn't there, of course, but she could appear at any moment and engulf Mel into one of her long sermons and lectures about how she didn't deserve to live and how she'd failed about everything concerning Mabel.

But that wasn't the reason at all why she was antsy. It was about fighting Mabel in the first place. Sorcha wouldn't help her at all; she'd said the whole thing was stupid and childish. But revenge overpowered her, and she'd ignored the jeers of Sorcha and her comments.

What if Mabel had a really good army? She could call Mel's name at any second, and she wouldn't be ready at all.

"More grapes, ma'am?" a voice asked, breaking Mel from her thoughts. She turned and stared into the wide and nervous eyes of her servant, Adelphie. Mel was very proud of snagging this priceless Greek right at the height of Greece's power. She was a very special and rule abiding woman, and Mel was grateful for having such a lovely time machine left to her from her great-grandfather to get her from.

It was, in the first place, to be left to Ryan, but, being such a clean spirit of anything dark, had refused. Her ancestor must've hated him for that. When she'd grow old and die, Mel knew her great-grandfather would reward her for making such use of such an old item. Thoughtfully, Mel plucked a grape from its stem and chewed it slowly. She had to admit, fighting Mabel with armies to get revenge on something so stupid as when they were seven was really... really... dumb. Sounded like an idea Adelphie would come up with, considering her being from so long ago in a country that fought to the death for the pleasure of crowds, not even mentioning fighting in priceless armies-

"That's it!" Mel shouted. Startled, Adelphie dropped the plate of grapes. "Oh my god. Pick those up, you klutz. I just got an amazing idea," Mel said lightheartedly. "Mel just got an army!"

Please review! Was this chapter good? I'll also give you a hint about Mel's army. It's not ancient Greek. :3