It was a Wonderful Autumn Evening, The leaves were breaking off From Their Branches they Depended on their whole Life span.. Where will they go? What Journey Awaits Them? For now, Our Leaf is Wirt.

The Leaves Crunch Under Carriages, Their Galloping Echoing through the Hallow Oil-filled Edelwood Trees of the Unknown, Our story begins with a-

CRASH

Wirt Stumbled Over a Large roots of a Tree Sticking out of the Soil, Him Face First into the Dirt and Grime of the Unknown, His Red Cone Hat Going down Alongside him, It lay on a Patch on Orange to Yellow Leaves that have Yet to be Carried by the Wind. Unfortunately for Wirt however- There were no leaves to Save himself.

Wirt Groaned into the Dirt of the Unknown before Pushing himself Up and at it Again, Wiping off the Mud and Small Insects That Clung to his Face, He Sat there on the Ground for a Moment before Picking up his Hat and Dusting it off. Before placing it untop Of his Head like it was About 12 Minutes Ago.

Gregory, The Younger Half-brother of Wirt, Stood alongside You, His Frog in his Arms. The Younger boy stared Blankly at his Older’s Brother Incident, It had Happened Roughly about 4 times now. 3 Times His Shoes were Untied, And 1 Time Someone Tripped him Purposely

Beatrice Was Perched Upon Greg’s Teapot hat, Snickering to herself as She used her Left wing to Cover her Beak, The Sassy little Talking Bluebird was Definitely gonna Use this to Use against Wirt later in Some sort of Way

You stood Beside Greg, You had started to Wonder if Helping the Brothers Successfully Reach Adelaide and Get back Home was Worth it for your Precious Energy and Time.

Wirt dusted the rest of the Dirt off his Gray Trousers and Adjusted his Cape, Clearly tired of this Bullshit. He sighed Dramatically before Slumping back to his Depressed Poet Posture, He was just Exhausted in General.