I was living a normal life, a bit boring, but I didn't think there was a chance that I would never come back to my house again ...
A concrete fact
One is a bird
Two are the trees
Three is the wind in the leaves
Four are the stars
Five the moon
Six the frogs
Seven the water
The same water that seemed to raise hands and pull us into the river
Greg and I ... I can't remember exactly what happened, my head seems confused.
When we woke up, I noticed that we were lost, in a forest somewhat different from those of our city, I wanted to meet again with the people, Sara, Clarence and everything else, it was not very social, but in the middle of it all I was missing some their.
Two days passed and we found a bird talking, she says her name is Beatrice, it didn't take long for me to go crazy, Greg keeps talking to his pet frog several names and now I'm hearing a bird talking, great.
We met a kind middle-aged couple with two small children, a boy and a girl, the little girl pulled her father, she was blonde with a rather pale skin, the boy was very similar to his mother, with dark brown hair and eyes , light skin and rosy cheeks, I'm only two days here but I must pay attention to the smallest details, I just found this interesting, but I have the slight impression that I'm missing something.
I told the couple, when we were having dinner at the table, that Greg and I were lost, they told us about an old grimoire that can be both the key to a portal and a map to take us home, perhaps containing clues, who knows?
Beatrice says she has heard of this grimoire, but as she never found it, she thought it was just some madman's invention.
Come on, the way was this way - says Beatrice, after we said goodbye and left the old family hut the next morning - birds like me, tend to see many strange things and dark places when we fly.
Bye, children - shouts Mrs. Perkins - be careful on the way, and with the beast.
Ok Mrs. Perkins - Greg replies, smiling as usual - says bye Greg Junior.
Croac, croac - crooked the frog.
Come on Greg - I say, taking his hand and pulling him lightly - we must hurry if we want to go home. Beatrice, what did you hear about the grimoire?
Adelaide told me about the grimoire once - Beatrice replies, flapping her wings to glide in the air while following our steps at a rather calm pace - it's an old book, it must be full of dust and cobwebs, but she also told me that the grimoire needs a key to open it ... maybe it's next to it.
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Grimoire: A story from Over the garden wall
FantasyWirt and Greg find themselves lost in a dark and strange place, called The Unknown, a place they have never seen before. Amid so many mysteries, they hear about a mysterious grimoire and a beast that feeds on lost little children, however they recei...