Hello, Bonjour, Hola, Salutations - and all those other greetings - and welcome to the prologue of my new, epic, mystery-esque Harvest Moon: Sunshine Islands story! Now, don't be scared away by the incredibly short and probably not very well written prologue - the next chapters are definitely going to be longer and more action-packed, huzzah! I mainly just wanted to get the ball rolling and see what you readers think of the story concept. So, give it a good read, drink in all its juicy content, and review with what you think of the idea. Get it? Got it? Good.
Enjoy~
Prologue
The memories still haunted her dreams.
Granted, they rarely showed up nowadays, yet they showed up nonetheless. The screams, the devastated faces, the tears - she could see them all as vivid as if they were memories from the previous morning. They were so vivid and horrible that when the memories came, she found herself waking up in a cold sweat. They dreams would appear all of a sudden, filling her mind with the horrible pictures she is just oh so fond of. Actually, these couldn't even be called dreams – they were all nightmares. They would happen, what, one, two times a month? That was at least better than having the nightmares every other night like before. Still, she could not help finding herself waking up with a jolt, unable to sleep for the rest of the night.
It was when the dreams came that Chelsea liked to get out. Out of the house, out of town, it didn't matter – she just had to get out. She would walk across the bridge from her ranch and into town, thinking to herself that it would be at least another hour until the residents of the Sunshine Islands would start to stir. After a quick boat ride to Meadow Island with Kirk – did that guy ever sleep? – she would walk to the very edge of the small, round island and seat herself down on the edge of the cliff. As the wind would gently blow her hair away from her face, she would look out unto the horizon and wait for the sun to make an appearance. It was there, as her deep blue eyes stared at the equally deep blue ocean, Chelsea would reminisce about her most recent, if not most mysterious, adventure. She could easily recall the day it began – Spring 1st. It all started on that dreadful Spring 1st.
That was the day the villagers began to disappear.