Gravity Falls Pinecest Novels & Stories

“But let’s be quick about it.” As I venture past the territorial markers again, their wolf-claw etchings seem to glare at me in warning. The deeper I go, the more the forest changes. The canopy grows thicker, blocking out most of the sunlight. The usual bird songs fade to an unsettling quiet. Twenty minutes in, I find what I’m looking for: a cluster of silver-root growing at the base of a massive pine. The plants glow faintly, almost ethereal in the dimming light. I work quickly, carefully extracting them without damaging the delicate tendrils.

After four hours, Chase and the others landed on a strange-looking peak that caught their attention. It was white all over and was made out of some kind of strange rocks. The peak was covered with red pine trees. Every pine tree was a few hundred feet tall. They were so tall, they could almost touch the sky. "What mountain is this? What trees are those?" Quinn was stunned by what she saw. It felt like she had arrived in another world. Before anyone could answer her, she heard a loud rumbling.

Long before any creature could remember, tall, rough pine trees had been densely rooted in these evergreen hills, solemnly guarding the quickly flowing river traversing the mysterious land. Thorn fled low upon the dark green, needled canopy. The deeper the Misty Mountains he went, the faster and more relentlessly the stream rushed. The color of the trees became even darker and the mist grew thicker, making it blurry even for a dragon’s eyes.