Harvest Moon: Of Wine and Women
Disclaimer: Harvest Moon 64 is property of Natsume and Nintendo. I own nothing.
Author's Note: This is a romance story based off of the events in HM64, if you choose to marry Karen. Jack makes no appearance in this, instead, my character 'Damion Opeth' takes his place. This fanfiction piece is told from Damion's point of view, and it is mainly a romance story, with a bit of sex and language. Damion's attire is also changed from the traditional clothing seen in-game.
Prologue: A Flicker of Lightning
His death is still heavily debated. Some say he died of old age. Others say he died because the amount of work on that farm was too much for him, which again ties into old age. Whatever the reason, he was dead, and a funeral would be held in the village square of Flower Bud Village tomorrow. I still weep, knowing that of all the people who understood me, trusted me, would give his all to make me happy, my grandfather, was gone forever. I had known him since I was five years old, when I would spend every summer with him.
I am grown now, to a full-fledged nineteen years old. Fourteen long years have passed from when I would leave my home in the city and come here. Out of all the people whom his death affected, I think I was hurt the most. Tears streaming from the corners of my face, I set to pack my bag. As I did, I reflected on what my grandfather once asked me. I still remember that one conversation that led to this.
"Granpa, why did you want to become a farmer?" I asked him, when I spent the summer there when I was seven.
"Damion, I chose to become a farmer because this place has been in the family for generations. My pappy was a farmer, and so was his pappy before him..."
"And back and back and back..." I completed, having asked this question to my father once. "Why did Dad become what he is?"
"Your pappy chose to become a buisnessman because he thinks there is no money in a job like this." He said, then he eyed me with that wonderous look that any young child gets when he gets a new toy. "What about you, Damion? Do you think you know what you want to be when you grow up?"
At the time, I had no idea.
Now I do. The idea came to me as quick as that, like a flicker of lightning. I would ressurect that farm, keep the farm that Grandad, and the other members of the family from way back when from going under. A small smile formed on my lips, and there would be no changing my mind after.
"Grandad... I hope I do you proud..." I prayed softly after packing my bags and rucksack. Tomorrow, I break the news to my father. But for now, just snuggle under the blankets and dream of a better tomorrow.