Disclaimer: Harvest Moon? If I really owned it, would I really be here, writing fan-fiction about it?

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Welcome to my newest story. This is just the prologue to test if people like it or not. Don't worry; there will be romance, and Angst, and Horror…and mystery. It has a lot of Things actually. Well, review and tell me what you guys think okay! I know this one isn't long, but I promise the chapters will be way, longer okay!

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Kisa-chan-2006

The Black

Prologue

Mary sat on her bed, the house was empty, and she was alone. And it was dark. The rain pelted down on the roof of the library, sending thick streams of water pouring down the windows cold surface. She stared, cloudy eyed at the glass, her hands fumbling with her dress, prickly bumps rising on the nervous skin on her arm. Thunder screamed at full volume, making her shiver and cower deeper into the non-comforting blankets, trying to hide from the obscurity. The house creaked, and thumping sounds were heard on the floor upstairs, footsteps were being taken and they were getting closer. Mary shot out of the covers, her dark hair now whipping out of the messy braid she had put it in earlier, making it barely scrape the overly sensitive exterior of skin on her back. Biting back a scream, she felt frantically around in the dark, hands flying wildly about. Slowly she realized it was only her hair that had touched her back. Nothing else…it was only her hair…

'Only my hair...only my hair…no …Only my hair.'

Thinking to herself, she wandered further into the interior of the library, feeling around for the doorknob that led outside. Hail started to fall, the pounding becoming intense as she struggled to listen for the sounds that had been emitting from the staircase. Nothing was heard, or so she thought. A flash of lightning briefly lit up the room, giving her a slight idea of where she was located, and where the thing was. She saw a shadow, slinking over to her desk, and then the room grew dark. The rain still pounding on the roof, she could hear the barely audible sound of the flower vase Gray had made her fall to the ground. The shattering of glass being broken surrounded her hearing, making it impossible for her brain to hear her own thoughts. Reaching for the doorknob, she finally felt the odd feeling of cold brass on her shaking hands. Suddenly a breath of cold air blew on her ear, and she stopped and fearfully asked.

"Who are you…why are you in my library?" The breathing stopped and then whispered in a hoarse voice that seemed to breach the borders of her weak and trembling mind.

"What are you doing in my house?"

Gripping the doorknob tightly with her hand, she turned it and frantically ran into the rain, her shoes sliding on a slippery patch of ice. Her hair plastered to her face, she looked at the library connected with her house, it was on fire, the blaze, turning the roof into ashes and making it collapse into the second story. Gray ran up the street, having seen the fire from the inn where he and Cliff were repairing a few planks on the roof. Mary just stared as Gray ran to the nearest house and reported the fire. Screaming at the top of his lungs, Cliff grabbed Mary by the shoulders and asked her what had happened. Mary stayed silent, tears falling down her rain streaked cheeks. As Cliff escorted her Grandma Ellen's house, she heard a voice invade her thoughts.

'My name is Black, welcome to my game.'