Disclaimer: I do not own the Harvest Moon franchise.

Strolling through the woods, Chelsea glanced around, looking for anything valuable, such as herbs, spare lumber, or anything else that could be useful. It was the middle of summer; the forest was lush and green—trees were planted everywhere, towering above Chelsea. It was quite beautiful; however, it seemed as if something was missing.

"Nothing again," she sighed, muttering under her breath. "Really, why is there always nothing? It's so strange. I haven't seen anything in a week!"

Chelsea turned around, decided to head back to her farm. After living on Sunshine Island for more than three years, she knew the way around all of the islands. It was a hard task really; the day she moved in, she met a small Harvest Sprite. Apparently, she had to raise islands with Sun Stones, and bring back the Harvest Goddess.

Now, everything is back to normal, and she didn't have little dwarves pestering her to do tasks she never signed up for.

It has been a while since then, she kept thinking. It was now the third year of her being on this island, the heat rotting into her brain. Though, it was a crazy and strange task, thinking back, she had fun.

Stopping in front of a small house, Chelsea knocked on the door and was greeted by a pale pinkette; Natalie.

"Hey Chelsea," Natalie greeted, shutting the door as Chelsea walked in. "What are you doing here?" Some people would have been offended by the way Natalie said that, but Chelsea knew better than that; Natalie was her best friend here on this island.

"I wanted to show Taro this tomato I harvested today!" Chelsea exclaimed, taking it out of her rucksack. It was nice and plump, and was shining, showing off its great quality. "I mean, I personally think it's really well raised, but I guess I need the opinion of a professional—"

"Chelsea," Natalie interrupted, suddenly getting a look from Chelsea. Natalie looked down at the floor and turned paler than usual. "Maybe today isn't the best day. Grandad's acting… kinda strange."

"Hm, what do you mean?" Chelsea questioned, her eyebrows furrowed. Although Taro was quite strict and seemed crazy in the head at times, he really was a kind person, who tried to teach Chelsea all he knew about farming and taking care of animals. "You don't think—. " She let out a small gasp.

"He keeps saying something about a disaster," Natalie started, trailing off until she glared at her brother. "Hey Elliot! What'd he say?" Chelsea turned around and was looked at Elliot, who jumped with surprise. He sighed.

"'The disaster is upon us, as the Goddess has failed us. She broke her pledge and has disappeared.' N-none of us understands but Mom just thinks he's sick or something…" Elliot quoted, not looking Chelsea in the eye.

"Maybe you should go," Natalie urged, pushing Chelsea out the door. "See ya."

Gretel sighed as she sat in front of the TV, scratching her pet dog behind his ears. She had no will to sleep, not that she could, as she couldn't shake off what the fortune teller told her that day at the bazaar.

She tried many times to convince herself that the fortune teller was just a fraud and was making strange things up; those didn't seem to work. Gretel tried to distract herself by talking to her villagers and busying herself with farm work; that didn't seem to work either.

"Thank you!" Gretel exclaimed, as she sold another one of her high quality crops. She turned her attention to the last customer waiting in line. "Sorry for the long wait, what would you like today?"

After the last customer left, Gretel sighed as she closed her shop. The bazaar was bustling this week, and she couldn't understand why. Maybe because it was the middle of summer and no one had school and parents had less work.

Deciding to look around at the other booths, Gretel took notice of the fortune telling booth. She never really got her fortune told, as she found it a complete fraud. But something about that fortune teller pulled her in, which resulted in her sitting in the chair in front of a strange looking lady.

"A-anything," Gretel stuttered, as the fortune teller asked what she wished to be looked at. Gretel watched as the fortune teller laid her cards down, picking out certain ones, until she was left with one. She couldn't read it as it seemed to be in a language other than English.

"The disaster," the fortune teller started, her voice low and calming. "It is upon us. We are abandoned by the Harvest Goddess. Darkness will come over if we are not saved."

Gretel blinked, and as she looked up again, the fortune teller was gone.

Gretel's dog whimpered, causing her to look down in surprise. She started petting it softly, whispering calming words to him.

"It's okay Auriel," she cooed, her soft voice calming the animal down. "Everything's gonna be alright…"

"Mayor Rutger, I honestly don't get it," Lillian questioned, following the mayor of Bluebell as he strolled around town. "Why did you have to cancel the cooking contest on Sunday, I mean, everyone was looking forward to it and—"

"Dear Lillian, do you notice anything?!" He suddenly interrupted, looking at her square in the face. "Look around you; the skies are darker, the mountain and animals aren't right," He shook his head, his eyes closed. "Now I bet you, something has happened to the Harvest Goddess!" He pointed at her wildly, trying to emphasize his point. Lillian's face scrunched up in confusion.

"She's a goddess for heaven's sake, she can't just die!" She exclaimed. "I mean she should be immortal and all!"

"Who said we were talking about death, Lillian?" Rutger responded, continuing to walk. He shook his head. "Anyways, stop talking about this nonsense. If it calls for, the Cooking Contest will be happening next week. So just calm down, go home and milk some cows or something…"

And with that, the mayor of Bluebell walked away, mumbling under his breath something about young ones always misjudging elders' intuition.

"Mayor acting crazy again?" A voice said. Turning around, Lillian saw her neighboring farmer, but also close friend, Ash.

"Don't say that Ash, he's fine in the head," she responded, looking around to make sure that Rutger wasn't near to tell them off. "I'm just a bit sad that the Cooking Contest was cancelled, that's all. No big deal," To her surprise, Ash looked confused.

"It's cancelled?"

"It's cancelled," Lillian told him, echoing his words.

"I—what? Why?" He questioned, a look of confusion etched on his face. "It was so fun, I mean, I know our two town are made up and all but it would great to bring us even closer." Lillian sighed, even Ash was on her side.

"Listen, I don't know. Rutger just refuses to listen and—"

"Ash~ Where are youuuuu?" A voice called out. A strangely familiar one… Before she knew it, Lillian was face to face with Cheryl, Ash's five year old sister. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her hands tightly balled into fists. "Get away from my brother! Let's go Ash, hmph."

She watched as the little girl walked away with her big brother. Ash was waving sympathetically at Lillian, as if he was sorry. She couldn't help but smile at their strange, yet cute relationship.

All of those thoughts disappeared when she thought back to what the Mayor said.

Lillian looked up at the sky, over the mountains. She didn't want to admit it, but the Mayor was right. Something was strangely off about the place they called their home. Walking up the mountain, she somehow wound up in front of the Harvest Goddess Pond.

Looking around, she ended up finding a wild flower that she though the Goddess would like, and she threw it into the pond.

Lillian waited.

And waited.

And continued waiting.

Nothing happened.

Lillian stared into the pond, seeing nothing other than her own reflection.

A scream rippled through the town, as villagers started running towards the Goddess Pond. Wave after wave kept crashing into the shore of the beach, and they started to get bigger and bigger until Mayor Thomas declared a total evacuation, asking help from the Harvest Goddess.

As the villagers gathered around the pond, Mayor Thomas threw in a strawberry as an offering, asking for the help of the Goddess. To Ann's surprise, no one came up with an annoying 'dum da da'. In fact, no one appeared at all.

"What happens now!?" Claire, the local farmer, screamed on the top of her lungs. Everyone, including Mayor Thomas, was at a loss. All they could do was wait for the waves to get them.

Suddenly, a villager screamed, causing everyone to look up; a giant wave was about to crash right into them. They couldn't do anything anymore; they couldn't run nor could they hide. All they could do was face their fate.

Right then, before anyone could move, Ann closed her eyes and waited for the wave to crash into them.

"I can't believe we made it…" Angela said to particularly no one, panting hard. "I can't believe it…" Her hands were on her knees, and she was heavily breathing, bent over. Taking a seat on one of the benches on the boat, she tried to recollect what happened.

The island just started… shaking. There was no other way to describe it.

Her train of thought was interrupted when someone hit her back, coming out of nowhere, and handed her a water bottle.

"Oh c'mon, you're so weak Angie!" She looked up. It was Luke, her first friend on the island. He was smiling, though she noticed beads of sweat on his forehead.

It made sense though. The forest was pretty far from the dock, meaning those they had to run further. Once the island started to shake, it was emergency procedure to board onto the ship Pascal was steering.

Angela offered a sympathetic smile at him before taking the water bottle in her hand.

"Oh please Luke, not all of us are lumberjacks," she replied, rolling her eyes with a small smile on her face. He smiled back. She downed half the water bottle in a flash, and started dabbing her forehead with a towel. "But really, what was that…?" In response, Luke just shrugged.

"I don't even know. I've been on this island for goddess knows how long, and this is the first time anything has ever happened," he told her. This was rare, Luke being serious… for once! He turned to face her. "In fact, I didn't even know that there was an emergency protocol! What's an emergency protocol anyways?"

Despite the situation, Angela couldn't help but burst out into laughter. The baby look of confusion on Luke's face was just too funny to not laugh.

"Hello you lovebirds," a third voice said. The pair looked up to be greeted by Angela's twin sister, Molly. She had a mischievous look on her face, something that Angela has never seen before in her life. Strange.

"Hey Molly!" Luke greeted energetically, like always. He, of course, was oblivious.

"Funny, Mo," Angela said dryly, turning back around to drink some more water from her bottle.

"Only for you Ang," Molly replied cheerfully, plopping in between Luke and Angela on the bench. "Anyways, I overheard Mayor Hamilton talking. To be honest," her voice lowered down, almost into a whisper, as Angela strained to hear. "He doesn't really know what he's doing,"

Silenced engulfed the trio.

"B-But he's Mayor…" Angela stammered, unsure of what to think of the situation. "He should know what he's doing."

"He should, but he doesn't know. I mean, who would really expect something like this to happen?" Molly spoke softly, not wanting anyone else to overhear.

Unsure of what to think of the events, Angela looked at Luke. For once, he was silent.

Jill silently screamed to herself, unsure of what to think of the day's past events. She was just fishing at the beach when she thought to herself that the waves seemed to be getting bigger… and bigger… and bigger. And then, she ran.

All the villagers managed to safely evacuate out the valley and into the city. And from the city, they all somehow managed to get on a boat, leading to goddess knows where. Everyone was quiet, frozen with shock, probably, at what happened at the place they called their home. Luckily, Vesta managed to start taking charge, probably due to the request of Celia, and the fact that she was probably one of the loudest and most straightforward people in the valley.

"Hey… Jill," a familiar voice said. Jill looked up and saw her friend, Lumina. She took a seat next to her. There were no words being exchanged, but somehow, Jill knew that they were both thinking the same thing. About where they were going, what would happen next.

At the front, she could faintly see the outline of Vesta talking to the captain of the boat, probably instructing him to go somewhere, or maybe him telling her where he was taking them. No one knew exactly what was going to happen. Even the Witch Princess seemed deep in thought, acting more strangely than usual. Where was the Harvest Goddess when you need her?

"Okay guys, listen up," a loud voice boomed, causing everyone, including Jill, to look up at Vesta. "I've talked things out with the captain of the ship. Lucky for us, Takakura happens to be friends with some old man named Yam,"

"Taro…" Jill heard Takakura mumble under his breath.

"And he's also the Mayor of Sunlight Islands!" Vesta continued, not seeming to have heard Takakura.

"Sunshine…" He said quietly.

"So we'll be heading there now for the time being, while we try to get Forget-Me-Not Valley fixed up. That's all!" And with that, Vesta took a seat next to Celia. Before Jill could even process what Vesta had told them, Lumina started to talk.

"I'm actually kind of excited!" She whispered excitedly to Jill. "I mean we get to meet new people and all, and we can just stay in the hotel for now, I guess," Her eyes trailed off to her grandparents, the richest family in the Valley.

"Yeah, I guess…" Jill really didn't have anything else to say. She didn't know how she even felt about the incident at the Valley, much less how she felt about going to Sunshine Islands. But it was their only option, so they had to go unless they wanted to swim and live in the sea.

Majority of the boat ride consisted of mostly quiet shuffling and whispering, no one daring to talk about the incident that took place at Forget Me Not Valley. Before she even knew it, Jill managed to doze off, and was shook awake an hour or so later.

"Hey, Jill," a soft voice said, making Jill stir. When she managed to fully open her eyes, she saw Celia, another one of her close friends, in front of her. "We're here now, though it's a bit…." She never finished her sentence. Jill stood up, looking around the deck. "Come this way," Celia guided.

As Jill followed Celia, she realized that every other villager has departed from the boat. She followed her friend until they walked off the ship, and onto another.

"H-Hey, Celia, we, uh—"Jill started, confusion dawning over her.

"I know what you're thinking. But you'll figure out what's going on sooner or later," was all Celia responded with. The pair silently walked on, until they reached a gigantic room, filled with villagers from Forget Me Not Valley and other unidentifiable faces.

"Okay, that should be all!" A short, old man said. He was dressed in blue overalls, an angry look on his face. "Well, if you guys do not know, my name is Taro! The Mayor of Sunshine Islands!" Despite his small stature, he has a loud voice, yelling as if he couldn't even hear himself. "Anyways! Disaster has hit Sunshine Island, so we fled to this ship as a last resort, courtesy of Will,"

A blond boy smiled, one that looked practiced.

"I have heard that something similar has happen to your people, so we've decided to face this challenge together! Although," the mayor's voice softened, as he stopped yelling. "We really don't know where we're headed, but I'm sure we'll figure something out! Just take this time to relax,"

It seemed as if the boat ride was taking forever. The silence was suffocating, Jill not daring to make a sound. It was as if she made any noise, she would be thrown overboard into the freezing waters. And she did not have swimming with the sharks listed on her bucket list.

Panic arose when a loud noise was heard, the right side of the ship screaming.

"What's going on!?" A female shouted, her red bandana getting undone. Her face was filled with shock as she looked out the window. Her face suddenly changed, filled with amazement. "T-There's an island!" She shouted. "An actual island!"

Voices were heard, people were shouting. They were all amazed. Maybe they had found a place to stay.

"Dunhill, there's a ship!" Tina, a flouncy female who looked fifteen, shouted, as she ran onto the property of Rachel's new farm. Both Dunhill's and Rachel's heads turned to the girl, as they were in the middle of a conference about her farm.

"Bring us to it, Tina," Rachel responded, before Dunhill could even open his mouth. Though, it seemed as if Dunhill was thinking the same thing, as he shut up immediately and started following the journalist to the edge of the island.

Rachel wasn't going to lie; the island was gigantic.It took several minutes for the trio to even reach the end of the island, and they were jogging as well. This island was particularly new to the villagers of Echo Village. A disaster has struck Echo Village, causing Dunhill to have them relocate here. They have only been here for a few hours, before Tina came to tell them about the ship.

As soon as Rachel saw the ship, she sucked in a breath. The ship was literally bigger than her house, intricate designs carved on the structure of the boat. Rachel literally could not stop staring at it, her gaze only broken when a tiny old man walked off the boat.

"I am sorry to have intrude on your town," He said, his voice shrill and high.

"No worries," Dunhill responded, though he did seem quite confused due to the new arrivals.

"Hey, who are they?" A voice asked. Rachel turned around, and was face to face with one of her closest friends, Rod. Rachel gave him a shrug, unsure of how to respond.

"Maybe they got lost at sea, or something?" Rachel replied, the only logical explanation she could come up with. Well it wasn't like she was that logical anyways. Rachel was always more of a gut feeling type of person. She just didn't want to tell Rod what she was thinking, in fear that she was going to be shunned, though it wasn't like Rod was the type of person to think she was stupid.

"Disaster has struck upon our two towns," The old man continued, walking off the ship. Behind him were villagers, probably, a look of confusion and amazement on their faces. "Forget Me Not Valley, and Sunshine Island. We have nowhere else to go. We—"The old man was cut off by Dunhill, pulling out a little scroll from his pocket.

"As well as us, Echo Village. I have found this," Dunhill interrupted, unrolling the scroll. All Rachel did was look at Rod with amazement.

"Have you ever seen that thing before?" She asked, bewildered at the mysterious scrolled object. Rod just shook his head. It seemed as if more people were gathering around the new boat, as well as Dunhill. He started to read.

"The Harvest Goddess has fallen, promises broken. Treat this island as your new home, and welcome any unknown visitors venturing in the seas. Signed, the Harvest King,"

Mumbles were heard through the villagers, their faces etched with looks of confusion and fear. All Rachel did was look at Rod, giving him a look of confusion. Rod just gave her an equally confused look back. Despite the mumblings, none of the mayors spoke. Dunhill broke the silence.

"You heard the Harvest King. This island is gigantic." He said, a small smile forming on his face. "Welcome to your new home,"

A/N: Hey! This is my third time rewriting this fic, but I really can't get over this plot idea. I've polished it so much that I hope this is good for you all. I honestly look back and cringe at the old versions of this story. Honestly. So here is the new and improved version, 3.0!

Note: I honestly do not know how big Will's yacht is, but for the purpose of the story, let's just say it's gigantic.

Another Note: Hero of Leaf Valley will not be included in this fic.

Another Note: You might think this is way too many towns, and I'm not going to lie, it is way too many towns. But I'm planning to only focus on maybe 3-5 main characters, even though there will be tons of characters all over the place.

Thanks for reading!