*Disclaimer: I do not own Harvestmoon. This is not suppose to be an analogy to any single war in history, but to war itself in general. *(This is my first story lol, hope you enjoy.)
This wasn't supposed to happen.
At least, not to a tiny community on the serene Islands.
Things like war should never reach out this far.
When the giant war ship approached the beach, Denny was the first to see it, along with Charlie and Eliza, though they weren't really paying attention. They were too busy flirting with each other the way all adolescents do at that age. Denny had never seen anything like this in all of his life. It was menacing and powerful. He turned quickly to the two teens that now have seen the ominous machine and said,
"Get everyone out here on the beach. I don't like the looks of this,"
In just a few minutes everyone in town (With the exception of the Natives, Shea and Wada.) was gazing at the slow approaching ship. Chelsea maneuvered her way through the crowd, her son Adrian following right behind her. She spotted her husband and his family. After embracing her husband and speaking a few words of greeting to her best friend Julia and her mother Mirabelle, she finally said,
"What the hell's going on? Eliza came screaming to come quickly to the beach and that it's an emergency. "
"I don't know Chelsea. This is all kind of scary." replied Julia, biting her lip. Her eyes were giving an emotion, fear. "I just hope they won't attack us."
Mirabelle also did not look too sure about it. Her forehead was creased with worry, but she replied calmly.
"I've only seen those once, when I was a little girl, I think that might be a ship from the Army. I don't think they would attack us."
"But what are they doing here, if they wouldn't attack us?" Julia retorted.
"Maybe they heard about how great the place is, and wanna vacation here." joked Chelsea. But no one laughed.+
Her husband Vaughn finally spoke up, "Either way, it doesn't look like it's going to be the same here."
Chelsea looked up to him with her bright blue eyes. Vaughn looked down, with a stoic look on his face, his violet eyes not showing even a spark of emotion. A poker face. But he grasped her shoulder gently. Vaughn was not really a man of words, Chelsea knew this, but his touch helped her greatly feel calmer.
Adrian just held onto his mother's hand tightly and with the same exact expression as his father, looked over the ocean towards the ship. He was definitely his father's son, facial features and all, although his hair was a deep rich brown and his eyes as equally dark.
The ship finally boarded the dock, making it look quite miniscule in comparison. A line of soldiers marched onto the beach. Chelsea counted; there were about twenty soldiers on the beach.
A tall man swiftly strode down the dock. He was in a black uniform with a professional look. Following him were two other men, one round and pudgy, the other slightly smaller, but more built than his leader. He turned to the villagers analyzing each and every person. Finally, he spoke. His voice was loud, commanding, and not one to disobey.
"My name is Captain Falkner. I am here on this Island in order to draft young, capable men to fight in the war."
The islanders were thunder struck, as they let those words sink in. Captain Falkner paused, and continued.
We have been to the other villages, Mineral Town, Forget-Me-Not Valley, and Flower Bud Village as well, but we still need more men to serve and fight for our country.
Some of you are informed, and others not so I will explain as much as I can. Our enemy is great. They are very powerful and have already taken over many of the mainland's neighboring countries. They wish to target us, and we must fight. Many of us have died, but we must stop them at all cost. Thus why the draft was born, we need every able bodied men to fight. And ladies, you also may join the fight, f you wish to volunteer you may. We have every person's identity in our data base. Your country will be proud if you join voluntarily."
His eyes darkened considerably. "However, if you do not answer the call of the draft, we will find you. You will be locked up in jail for a long, long time." He paused. Many islanders were crying, with the sudden realization of what was happening. Chelsea looked over at her friends. Lanna was pale white and had tears coming out of her eyes as she held on tightly to her daughter Ross. Denny beside her was also pale white, but had no tears. Natalie had a look of horror as did Pierre. Their daughter Jean was in the arms of Pierre. Elliot next to his sister was shaking badly. Right next her, she noticed Julia looking from the Captain to Elliot, her fiancé, and tears were gushing out. Mirabelle also looked shaken up. Chelsea herself did not cry, but felt herself began to quiver. Looking up to Vaughn, she saw nothing but shadow underneath the hat. But his grip became much tighter on her shoulder. Adrian, not understanding what was happening, looked confused at how his parents were reacting.
In a gentler tone, the Captain continued.
"I do not wish for any of you to die, it may happen. But it will be a definite if nobody fights. Your island is in the middle of the battle grounds. If we don't push the enemy back, it's an inevitable fate that this island will fall under enemy reign. And they are not a group who wish to make friends with us. They will kill all of you."
Another pause.
"We will start the draft tomorrow. 7:30 sharp. All able bodied men over the age of seventeen and under the age of fifty must come. " With that he quickly marched back to the Battle ship, with followers, soldiers and all.
Nothing but silence was left. Not one villager spoke. Slowly, everyone began to clear out of the beach.
The ultimatum was still echoing Chelsea's ears. Like a broken record she kept hearing those words.
"If we don't push the enemy back, it's an inevitable fate that this island will fall under enemy control. And they are not a group who wish to make friends with us. They will kill all of you"