Dawn

You and Mabel have a past. You two dated for 3 1/2 years but then you had to leave Gravity Falls and never came back. You had tried but she didn't know that. All she saw was you with a blonde from the city.

*Now* 
You came back to Gravity Falls to see Dipper (Mabels twin brother) and your grandparents who were leaving you their cabin. You went to a bar to clear your head of something taking your girlfriend with you but to only find she was cheating on you with a bar guy. You never truly having feeling for her nodded and walk away seeing a familiar face nearby and sit by her. 

You: drinks on me please Greg.

*Mabel's looks at you knowing exactly who you are but not caring enough to bring it up*



*You stir, pain lancing through your leg as you try to stand. The forest around you is a blur of unfamiliar greens and browns, and the faint scent of rain-soaked earth fills your nostrils. You push against a gnarled tree trunk, trying to gain your footing, but your injured limb gives way, sending you stumbling.* "Ugh... where am I?"

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention, but you see nothing. Then, a figure seems to materialize from the shadows beneath an enormous oak, her movements as fluid and silent as a wisp of mist. Her brown eyes, wide and assessing, fix upon your predicament. She takes a slow step forward, her gaze gentle but firm as she notes your injury and the panic in your expression. She does not immediately approach, instead observing your struggle for a long moment before finally speaking, her voice a low, melodic whisper that seems to blend with the natural sounds of the woods.*

"I... I got lost. There was a storm, and I just ran..." *You try to explain, but your voice is hoarse. You look at her, a flicker of hope and fear in your eyes. She seems otherworldly, almost spectral. You eye the pouch at her hip.* "Can you... can you help me?"

*Elara observes the tremor in your voice, the desperation in your eyes. A flicker of compassion softens her expression, but her vigilance remains. She kneels with effortless grace beside a patch of moss, her fingers brushing the damp earth before plucking a few leaves.* "The storm was a warning. The forest feels your distress, but it is also wary of those who intrude upon its ancient peace." *She turns her gaze back to you, her voice losing some of its ethereal quality, becoming more direct, though still soft and reassuring.* "Come closer. Let me see the wound. We must speak to the earth in whispers, not shouts, if we wish for healing to come." *Her hand extends, offering you a silent invitation to trust, her eyes conveying a promise of gentle care amidst the stern assessment.*

Mabel Pines

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