Okie dokie, hello people of the ethernet, i decided to create a harvest moon fanfic. Yay, first things first i of course dont own harvest moon if i did i would soooo totally keep the wizard for myself ;p sadly i dont (waaah) this is a Wizard/Gale X Oc
-Introduction-
Mother always said I was unlady like. That reading never made a good house wife, but I couldnt just not read books. I wanted to learn, to know and enjoy every book I could. I knew every type of poison and non-poisonous plant. I knew almost every animal species' habitat, behavior, and of course their anatonamy. I knew the constellations, I knew of planets and the galaxies they formed. I knew of history, mathematics, and was fluent in many languages. All thanks to my photographic memory. I could have you ask a page number and recite it by 'heart'. Yes, it was rather quite the 'perk'.
Lastly not too long ago I had found a rather ancient tome awhile back going through the vast selection my father acquired in his travels hidden in the basement- me not knowing of its contents at the moment took it home only to be disappointed with unknown foreign scrawling on its pages. I knew pretty much all languages but not this one it perplexed me severely.
How old was it then? Its binding wasn't mishapen nor were the pages torn, nor ripped, or worn. It was a simple black leather bound book, with an etching of a blue rose on its front. The pages looked as if they'd been dipped in gold. No where was there an indicator of its publish date, Sighing I'd given up, for now.
Looking into the mirror I now stood infront of. It was above the sink in my bathroom. Looking and searching I did'nt like what I saw. Two storm clouds glared back at me, raven bouncy curls furled around the small frame accenting those storms. Skin that looked of soft porcelean somewhat glowing, no doubt the effect of me tending to my studies.
Once more heaving a sigh, I turned and exited the bathroom to my room. Nothing fancy really; a bed, a nightstand with a small lamp atop and a closed book, my dresser, on one wall a shelf crammed with many books, on another a desk with pencils, erasers, and a book I'd read more than once. I made way to my bed throwing myself to it. I, Devika Qwilks lived alone, sadly.
Its not that I give off bad vibes or came off as a horrible person I simply liked books more than people. When the time came to talking to some one, I somewhat have to force my words out that's if before they thought I had ignored them and left.
Yes, books were so much better than humans. Dont get me wrong, Im human too but i've read, seen and experienced things that have made me see what they really were, Selfish- Greedy- Needy- and just plain bothersome.
I've been around books all my life. Shutting the world around me out. I no longer knew how to interact with people nor how to be, my intellect and logic often confused them, and in ways offended them. I could make do without them yes, but it gets quite lonely... Also I see how couples walked by, hand in hand, or held in eachothers arms. It caused a horrible a twinge in my chest every time, it frustrated me so! What was it? Why couldn't I have that? Someone who'd understand me, love the things that I do or just enjoy them because I do. Someone to look at me in that... loving way- before I knew it I had to wipe my eyes, of course I was crying even when I didn't want to.
Thinking again... perhaps it wasn't as good as I'd thought for I'd seen the outcome of the disaster that sometimes followed this... Love. Violence and suffering could follow. It scared me it did, but still... No I was better off alone, there was no one who would like reading as much as I! Who didnt have the knowledge that I held. There wasnt anyone that wouldnt understand... how alone it felt. How much I yearned for someone to know that I exist, to accept me for me, to love a book worm such as myself.
I sadly smiled, reaching under my pillow I pulled out the tome I grew rather attatched too, how Id known it was a tome was beyond even my wise mind. The scrawling seemed to make it so- even when i didnt understand it. Even the size of its spine gave way of its appearance. I pressed it against me, for some reason I felt like this book was important to me, how? i did not know. All i knew was I could relate to it, not understood but wanting to be read. Sniffing I rubbed my eyes. It was 12:32. I layed back and stared at my ceiling through the glass I had built into it to gaze at the stars. Greeted every night by the never ending sea of small lights, giving me comfort... I envied them.
"I wish... I'd meet someone like me." the last thought I had, succumbing to sleep. I missed the streaking light shooting across the sky. Also missing the faint pale glow of the tome I held close to my heart.
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PLEASE Review, i know it was short, since it was the Intro i made it so, but the next one is rather long i promise. Thank you i shall post the next chap. as soon as possible. A special thanks to xXx Angel-Eyes xXx, and Snowbird18. Also I got some of the inspiration of my character from Sheldon, Bazinga! :D and myself. Some of the missing pieces will fall into place later (,)