Here's a new story I decided to write :D I got the idea after watching American Idol where one of the contestants sand "Colours of the Wind" from Pocahontas. So, I looked it up and decided to write a story that was sort of based off of Pocahontas :3 This story happens at the same time Pocahontas did, which was when America was just beginning to get colonized. Yes, it takes place on Sunny Island, but there's a whole village behind Wada's house instead of just the temple, so there's tons more Natives then just Wada and Shea. Also, all the Natives (except Wada, Shea, and Chelsea) will be made up by my mind. They're not based off the HM characters; those come in later.
Summary: Chelsea was found by a group of Natives after her boat crashed on a small island. She was raised in the tribe and grew up surrounded by them and their culture. She knew she was different from the Natives, but she had grown up with them and they treated her like she was one of them. It never really triggered in her mind that she wasn't, until they came...
Disclaimer: I don't Harvest Moon or any of its characters.
Prologue
Chelsea stood at the base of the tower, staring up at it, her mouth wide open. People walked around her, giving her weird looks like she was crazy. And it wasn't too hard to say why.
Here was this little white girl, with her hair a mess and her clothes horribly tattered, standing at the bottom of a sacred tower amongst Natives. She couldn't have been more than five years old.
Someone walked up to Chelsea and put his hand on her shoulder, and guided her away from the tower into a hut near the entrance of the little village. Inside, a man was sitting in front of a pot that hung over a fire pit. The person who had brought Chelsea in walked over to him and began talking to him in some language Chelsea didn't understand.
A few minutes later, the person left, leaving Chelsea alone with the scary-looking man.
He had spiky black hair put into a ponytail and big bushy eyebrows. There was something wrapped around his head made out of bones, and he had a lizard sticking out of his mouth like a pipe. He had a white line painted under each eye, and two lines around his right arm. He was wearing a tunic made out of cheetah skin with a thin brown belt around his waist and a brown bag attached to his belt. There was a spear beside him with a pink and yellow feather on it.
The man turned from the pot and looked at her. There was something crazy in his eyes as he looked her up and down, up and down.
"I am Wada," he said, getting up. His English sounded clipped and un-practiced. Wada walked over to Chelsea and looked down at her. "And you?"
"M-My name is Chelsea," Chelsea stuttered, looking at the ground.
Wada grunted. "Weird name…" he muttered, turning back to his pot.
"I was named after my grandmother!" Chelsea argued. "My name is not weird! It's normal! Your name is weird!"
Wada ignored the stubborn girl. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I was brought here!" Chelsea said. "Some people just came and picked me up!"
"From where?"
"A beach,"
"Why were you on beach?"
"I was on a boat with my parents," Chelsea explained. "But the boat crashed and… they're gone."
"Hmm…" Wada looked into the pot, and as he was doing so, the door that led into the village opened up and a little boy who was about Chelsea's age stepped in.
He looked at Chelsea strangely, but the little girl just stuck her nose up in the air and ignored him.
He had brown hair that pointed up with a thin yellow band tied around his head. The boy was wearing a tiger skin skirt-like thing and a brown tie around his waist. He had on tiger skinned arm bands and boots.
The little boy started talking to Wada in the same language Chelsea didn't understand, and Wada answered him in what seemed like a hurried tone and pointed to Chelsea.
The boy furrowed his eyebrows, and went into the corner of the hut where he began playing with what looked like toys. Wada sighed and told him to do something, and the boy answered with a stubborn look. Wada gave in, and the little boy smiled and continued to play with his toys.
"That my son, Shea," Wada explained. "You two are about same age…"
Chelsea squinted her eyes at Wada, but turned to look at Shea. He was contently playing with an animal skin ball.
"Are you going to let me go?" Chelsea asked, turning back to Wada. "Or am I going to spend the rest of my life here?"
"It seem you have no parents," Wada said. "And we cannot just leave you alone on island."
Chelsea glared at Wada. "I do have parents," she said. "And they're probably looking for me, so I best be going."
"There no one," Wada said standing up and walking towards her. "Men already go look… no one there."
"Get away from me!" Chelsea screamed, shoving past Wada and running out the door. She ran into the jungle, and across the rickety bridge the Natives had built to get to the rest of the island. She ran as fast as she could until she reached the ocean, when she dropped onto her knees and started crying.
Not too long after, a group of Natives sent by Wada found her and brought her back to the village. She didn't hesitate or argue; just walked back with them.
So, who'd you like the Prologue? Pretty short, I know, but most prologues are. Don't worry though, the chapters will get longer after this. :)
