Author's Note: Okay, time for another fanfiction! I was acctually inspired to write this while reading Singkatsu's "A Haunted Night", so I started this fanfiction, which is about Lumina and the Harvest Witch (aka Mistral). Anyway, this fanfic probably won't be updated as often as Harvest High, since it's more like a side-project, but I'm sure you'll still like it, even if the pace isn't as quick as HH!. Don't worry, HH! is still continuing, I'm just writing this on the side as well. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

- So Close To You -

- PROLOGUE -

"You know, Mistral." a voice called to her, while she was working. A strong smell of burnt ashes mixed with various herbs was wafting out of the huge cauldron in the center of the tiny room. "You won't be able to see her." the voice said, seeming to thoroughly enjoy this.

"Hmph." said the one named Mistral. She gritted her teeth, seeming to be examining a small doll in her hand. "Rrrrgh!" she roared through her gritted teeth out of frustration, and flung the doll on the floor.

"There's no use." she said, feeling extremely annoyed with everything.

"You're right. Give up, now." the voice told her.

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing!" Mistral yelled.

"Evidently not." the voice said, obviously talking about the doll on the floor.

"Shut. Up." Mistral said once again, through gritted teeth.

"Do you want to know why, Mistral? Why your little spell won't work?" the voice teased. Mistral was not at all in the mood for games. She said nothing, but looked outside her foggy windows.

"You can't, because it is the will of the Goddess. My will. You were exiled from my land, and exiled you shall remain. I will not allow you to continue with your dark arts." the voice said firmly.

"Stop! Just shut up! This has nothing to do with you, nor with my banishment. This is about family ties." Mistral yelled, swinging around, her blonde hair whipping around with her. Sighing with regret, she knelt down and picked up the small doll. Walking over to the shelves on her wall, she pulled out a bottle of aged wine. Uncorking it, Mistral turned it upside down and let the contents pour out onto the floor.

"How ironic," the voice said, now amused. "That you speak so strongly of family ties, and yet here you are, pouring out --"

"SHUT. UP." Mistral roared. She had half the mind to throw the bottle at the annoying Goddess, but she had not materialised herself in a physical form yet.

"You'll see..." she seethed, stuffing the doll into the bottle and placing it back on the wall with several other bottled dolls.

"You'll see. We'll be reunited again. Such is the strength of our family ties..."

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"Lumina," Aunty had told me when I was very younger. I had come to live with her in Forget-Me-Not valley at around the age of ten years old. It was after my parents had died in a car accident. The most depressing part about their passing was finding out, days after their death, that they weren't even my real parents. I had my suspicions, but now it was confirmed - the mother and father that I had loved for ten years were not even remotely related to me, and no one seemed to want to inform me on why I was put in a foster home, or where my real parents were.

"You are welcome to play around anywhere you want in the manor. There's just one place I want you stay away from..." She said, one hand on my shoulder. With her other hand, she pointed to an old shed up in the corner of the manor's courtyard. There were a few flower beds around it, though It looked as if plants refused to grow in them. The shed was shabby, with a few windows that seemed to be eternally fogged up. It was quite the mysterious affair - but what did I care? I was ten. I was depressed. I did what I was told, and stayed away. Aunty Romana would remind me sometimes, mostly at my birthdays.

"Remember, dearie - don't go into the spooky old shed!" she would say, as I ate my birthday cake. Over time of course, I had become curious. I didn't dare approach it, but I did ask. Our butler, Sebastian, always looked uneasy when I mentioned it.

"Now Lumina, you know your Aunty keeps her ... wine reserve there, and she doesn't want someone underage sneaking in there." he smiled warmly to me. I shrugged it off. But now I was a young woman of twenty-one, and the shed intrigued me. Whenever I tried to ask Sebastian now, he just seemed uneasy and changed the subject, almost as if he had run out of excuses. I had no desire to acctually go inside, I just wanted to know what was in it.

"If you must know, Miss..." Sebastian started, his eyes looking old and his face looking aged for once. "Madame Romana keeps the wine her husband had brewed especially for her. She never touches them, and requests that no one else does. She seems to get emotional whenever they are mentioned." he said.

I had nodded. I went along. I gave him a sympathic look. It was all fake. I knew he was putting on an act. There was something else about that shed. There was something that made him and my Aunty whisper and mutter about it late at night sometimes, when they didn't know I was up.

There's something about it.

And I'm going to find out what it is.