Rolling along the cart, she felt the warmth just wash over her. Her eyes were closed, to be honest she'd been trying to nap for the longest time. But this little...harvest sprite, Finn wouldn't allow it at all. She sighed, breathing in that fresh country air. When she discovered buses from the city didn't go out into the rural country, also known as where her new farm was, she had no choice but to hitch-hike it and go on foot. The cart full of hay was far more comfortable than the basket she'd been sitting in earlier on a bike when she got a ride from an athletic looking woman. She heard the sprite's soft wings beat frantically as he circled her head, trying very desperately to get her attention and response. Truth be told, Molly actually would respond but she didn't think the cart driver, Cain, would be too happy to have a traveler speaking to herself. Yes, no one but Molly could see this little sprite.

"Molly! See you tomorrow?"

Another date gone horribly, horribly, oh so horribly wrong. First he took her to that fast food joint, the one that gave you small fries for 500 gold. When he noticed she wasn't pleased, he took her to an inn. It was better, much better but by that time it was 11 pm. That meant the drinkers and drunkards had come in. The drinking contests were fun to watch but when people drank too much, they all seemed to stumble over towards their booth. One fell into their food, the other tried so hard to tell Molly about a blue-haired woman in some pond in a place with the name Mineral. Molly didn't eat at all that night. She hadn't eaten her fries to show her disapproval, he enjoyed himself though. He took part in the madness as the city goers just completely let themselves go. Fed up and frustrated, Molly took herself and left. He only noticed when she was down the block. She kept walking, ignoring his question.

Once she was home in her tiny apartment she sighed. She was frustrated with life. She'd dropped out of school, took on two poorly paying jobs, and as a result of working too much or falling into self-pity she even lost touch with her friends. She crawled into her bed, it looked like one of those self-pity nights. She couldn't be bothered to undress and change into her pajamas as she fell asleep.

Molly woke up with a jolt. Glancing at her clock, it was 4:15 am. It was still pitch black out though. Taking a closer look, a storm had come in. Molly jumped at the large flash of lightening, waiting for the thunder to follow so she could brace herself for the noise. Instead, Molly heard a strange high pitch wail. It wasn't like any siren she'd ever heard before, no. This was like a cry for help, something about it made her open her window. Against better judgement Molly stuck her head and shoulders out of her 5th story window, looking around as the rain beat down on her and stung her face.

"Harvest Goddess! Please!" It wailed.

She squinted against the weather and saw it, a bright orange ball was bouncing in the wind. It had a face!

"Here! Come here, come to me!" She hollered against the winds.

She stretched out her left hand, keeping her right hand clenched onto the frame so she didn't fall out. The orange ball seemed to have heard her and began frantically bobbing towards her, spinning and dipping as the wind and rain fought against it. Panicked, Molly reached further as the ball came closer. Eventually it made it and landed in a plop on her hand. Happy, Molly quickly ducked back in and slammed her window shut. She placed the orange ball onto her table and ran to get some tea and towels.

Once they were drying and sipping their tea, Molly took a closer look. It was a tiny little thing. He had grass green hair, tiny wings and a orange suit and hat. He looked like a baby. He snuggled into his towel, happy to be out of the storm.

"What...who are you?" Molly asked, setting her tea cup down.

The creature seemed to immediately revive and energize. He shot out of the towel and began to move back and forth in front of Molly, frantic yet again.

"My name's Finn! You have to come with me now, we need to save the Harvest Goddess! The land is in trouble! If we don't do something, she'll die!" He wailed as he kicked his feet.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down now, what?"

"We don't have time! You need to come with me!"

"Harvest...But those are just legends!" Molly was wondering now if she was possibly asleep.

"No! Nooooo! We need to go now, now! The Harvest Goddess! We can't wait!" He began to circle Molly's head.

"Look, I'm sorry about this all but maybe you need to find someone else. I can't...uhm." What couldn't she do?

Molly looked at the table. No motivation, no energy. How could she help save anything? She couldn't even keep a cactus alive. She glanced at the pot containing a pitifully withered cactus, now dead.

"But the Harvest Goddess told me that the one who can see me is the one with the greatest purpose! That's to keep the land alive! Please!? You'll get a farm, make friends, and go places and fish and mine and..." The little sprite rambled on, "you're the only one you can see me! You've got this great purpose! She said you do!"

Molly smiled and caught the little sprite. He sure was passionate about whatever it was he was yelling. It almost seemed fun and something of good idea. She cupped her hands, letting him sit comfortably.

"Alright hush now. My name's Molly. Let me take care of some things here and tell me where to go."

The little sprite's face lit up brightly, "Alright!"

So Molly had sold everything, she took just her clothes on her back and some bags. Leaving behind her life in the city wasn't too big of a deal. There wasn't much there for her anyways. Fin circled and rambled on. He'd yell at her to hurry, he'd yell at her to wait because he saw something, then he'd yell about his worry for the Harvest Goddess. He just yelled a lot.

"Hello there!" A loud voice called.

Molly turned around, curious to see a strong looking man on a cart. He smiled as he waved at her. Not many people did this in the city, she wasn't sure what this meant. He slowed his cart down and greeted her once more.

"Hello there, do you need any help?"

"Uhm yes actually. I need to get to Clarinet Ranch, it's in Castanet."

"Well good news, you're in Castanet! And I'm on my way toward Horn Ranch. That's my farm and it's just past Clarinet! Hop on."

"Thanks!"

Molly rushed to the back of the cart and gave the thumbs up once she was on. Her knees were hurting and so were her feet, this was a much needed break. The sprite, Finn, once again chattered on about saving the Harvest Goddess and to hurry it up. Molly paid him little mind when Cain began to ask her about herself and what she was going to do with a farm. Cain dropped her off and wished her luck, especially with her crops.

"This place has seen better days." He said glumly.

"What am I gonna do is right! This place is in a terrible state!" Molly cried as she flopped face first into her little bed.

The Mayor had come running up, giving her quick hear and there pointers. Of course he welcomed her to Harmonica Town. He was friendly, round and sort of a funny little guy. When she saw her farm, in shambles, she couldn't help but beam. She could fix that up no problem! The holes in the roof of the house, barn and coop would be easy to repair. She'd expand, first with the coop. Molly wasn't an expert in animals but she knew that chickens laid eggs everyday. Both she and Finn were more than excited for the farm and to start their journey. That was...until the Mayor asked for 5,000 gold. He said she could pay him whenever but, how?

"All I have is 1,000 gold! Besides those crops already planted there what will I do for income!? I'm so grateful the mayor gave me this starter set..."

Molly rolled over on her back desperately kicking her feet. She was frustrated an worried. She literally had nothing!

"The Mayor said to get to know the villagers! Maybe they can help? The people here are very nice!"

Molly pushed her head further down on the hay bed. It's crinkling noise satisfied her for an outlet of her unhappiness. Her short puffy hair engulfed her cheeks as she continued to bounce her head gently.

"But don't forget we-"

"Yea that Harvest Goddess! She's been here for like, forever right?"

"Yes!"

"Then she can help! Oh wait..."

"Don't worry remember? The Mayor gave you a map!"

Molly jumped from her bed to the table to clearly look at the map. Unrolling the paper, she was surprised to see it smudged and, well, old. She wondered if the paths were the same, if new buildings had been built. What if some places moved? She took note that some shops were filled in. They told the time, what could be purchased there and who lived there. Slightly creeped out that someone had bothered to take down names, Molly decided it may not have been a bad idea to do. She rummaged around her rucksack, finally finding a pen. She would fill in the areas that needed it, she'd also take down names. She chewed on the pen a little as she continued to browse for anything that could help.

"There! Right here, the Harvest Goddess is over here!" Finn exclaimed dancing on a spot in the map.

Molly quickly made a circle indicating that there was where they needed to go.

"Alright. Then let's go!"

The two left the house and Molly was careful not to slam the door. She didn't want to knock her house down. She glanced at the little crops left behind by the previous farmer and decided she'd better take care of them when she got back. Finn flew ahead, zooming around excitedly that he was going to help the Harvest Goddess. He let out a horrified gasp when they noticed a small man working on the bridge with a hammer.

"Uhm excuse me." Molly said, curious.

"Oh!"

The man quickly stood up. Looking again, he looked like a boy. He had spiky blonde hair and freckles that dance on his round and cute face. Was this guy really working on the bridge?

"I'm sorry you can't pass, the bridge is broken you see. Uhm, have we met?"

"No, my name's Molly. I'm new here, I'm the new rancher."

"Ah nice to meet you."

"We...I really need to pass, is there another way through?"

"Sadly, that way's also broken. The people on the other side are trapped there too. I only move between here and there by inching myself across on the ropes. But I can't let you do that."

Molly shook his hand. Finn moaned in frustration and clung to Molly's cow-lick.

"Yea, we had a storm that did some awful damage. Like your ranch...for instance. We never had storms like that before. Never. Nature's been really weird, like something's wrong."

Molly stood staring at the other side. The Harvest Goddess was so close yet here they were. She found it odd for a moment. Back in the city she didn't do anything. She didn't have much to push her forward yet here she was in the farming country, determined to meet with an entity she'd once dismissed as a fairytale. The spring winds made her shiver for a moment, Molly wished she had longer leggings that her biker shorts.

"Is there anything we can do Bo?"

Bo stood for a moment, thinking. He swayed in his thoughts before finally nodding. He pulled out a worn out looking axe and offered it to Molly.

"It's been used but if you could collect some lumber for repairs, that's really help. My partner and his dad, my teacher, have no way of getting here or getting me the wood I need. And I can't leave this bridge unattended for too long. Besides that, the mayor's supposed to be bringing me my tool box."

"Aw thank you! I need one of these anyways, a farmer needs an axe I think. Ok, so I'll go collect wood for you and go find Mayor Hamilton."

"Thanks Molly."

Molly slid the axe handle through some of the loops of her skirt and took off towards the town. It seemed that Molly was getting a lot of things that had seen better days, her new homeland included. Finn continued to cling to her cow-lick making frustrated noises the entire time. She only stopped when the axe slid from her loops and clanged to the ground.

"Ugh! Why is the bridge broken at a time like this!?" Finn cried flailing about.

"I've no idea. But everyone seems to be very worried about the weather. Does it have to do with..." Molly picked up her axe.

"The Harvest Goddess and nature are one! This is bad, very bad. Oh so many things at once!"

Molly slid the axe into her left boot. She'd probably startle a few people, with an axe just hanging out in her boot like that. That's a good way to make a lasting impression, she thought.

"Don't fret too much Finn. Once we help Bo, we can focus on the Harvest Goddess!"