Authors Notes: I had this fic up previously under a different name but that was years ago. Just Like many of you I LOVE!! Harvest Moon and my all time favorite to this day is the one for the 64. This is a different take on the story, obviously which is why these are fanfiction stories. Basically it's about our hero Jack, his life, and what he discovers about his blood line and the tales behind the legends of Flower Bud Village. Please leave Reviews as I would very much like to know what you all think. Well Here we go, this is the tale of...

The Harvester

Prologue

Sounds of birds singing thier joyful tunes. The animals all happily frollic along the mountain paths. Large beutiful salmon leaping high out of the rivers and streams. It was a day not to forget, not because of the beautiful start, but because of the horrific end. No one would have believed that the day started so lovely, after the panic and confusion they all endured as the storm was approaching.

Out in the far distance of Flower Bud Village, the residents all prepare themselves for the oncoming summer typhoon. Those in town simply need to board up there windows, bring in any potted plants or crops. For the ranchers off to the east had a bit more work on there hands. Many red headed people frantically do all they can to secure thier animals. A task very difficult for one man and two yound children. The cows and sheep stumble amongst themselves in all the confusion.

"Damn stupid animals!! get in the barn, GET IN THE DAMN BARN! uh why are they not listening. They all seem they want to leave"

The rancher, wiping the sweat off his brow, trying to make sense of the situation. He already had to chase down a sheep and its lamb from off the ranch and bring them back.

"Why the hell were they heading towards Old Sam's Farm?"

All the wild animals, with no caretakers to bind them, seem to all gather by the entrance of an old man's farm. A baby squirrel just barely escaped injury as a rather large man pushed a wheelbarrel towards his grape vines to cover them for protection. His young daughter, worrily staring up the mountain path.

"Damn It! Why don't you help me instead of just standing there worring about the old couple"

The Storm was here, it seemed to appear out of no where. The old man calculated that he should have had more than enough time to secure his land and animals.

"What in the name of the Goddess is going on? There is no way that that storm should be here already!"

It wasn't just there, it was right on top of them. None of the animals would calm down, none wanted to stay put. It seemed as if they did not want to leave the old man's side.

"You all need to stay in here, it is much more safer here than out there with me. Now all I need to do is lock up the hens and chicks and I'm done. That stable is gonna come down for sure in this storm! Dammit,... I hope Jack is alright"

By then it was already pouring an ocean. The winds so sharp the can cut through the mountain. The little boy just stood there at the door, watching his grandfather as he struggles to secure his animals.

"Yeah, Grandpa is almost done... ah! its really raining hard, I hope he finishes soon. All he needs left, I think are the...!"

Just then a huge gust of wind struck a baby chick and started to carry it to its death. Little Jack looked on in horror, but a fire in him gave him courage to run out into the storm, leap as high as his fragile tiny body could, and just barely caught the chick in his small hands. It was time, this is the moment it's been waiting for. As Jack ran as as fast as he could towards the coop and where his grandfather was, another sharp wind blew, strangely concentrating its power on the stable... a stable being built with only the strongest wood, a stable incomplete and still weak. Just as he was running past the stable, the black winds knocked loose two large boards with nails to match. Time seemed to slow down as the wood came down, about to claim an innocent. Jack turned his head, and stared into what horrible thing was about to come. The gleem of the maliciful nails reflecting off the corners of Jack's eyes.

CRASH!!!!

He sat up, the chick quickly running towards the coop. He was now severly feet away. Under the small pile of wood... the old man. He stood up, trickles of blood running down his side and back. He had just barely saved his grandson's life. Pushing him out of the way just before the boards came down. Although the nails did leave a nasty gash, it would have surely killed the boy. Just then the storm seemed to be angered, the winds picked up, making an awful howling, the rain came down so fast, so fierce you could barely see. Lighining and thunder viciously striking every which way. One more, one final gust, struck the already crumbling stable. This time the whole thing was comming down. It would take him for interfering.

There was no escape, two pieces of wood, no problem but a whole stables worth. Old Sam closed his, waiting for the impact. Jack looked on in horror. He was about to witness the death of his grandpa. Tears started to form in his eyes, a poweful light filled his soul.

"Jack... I'm sorry... it will be all up to you..."

CRASH!!!!

One more howling of the winds and just as quickly it begun, it ended. All the villagers ran towards the Farm, the sound of the crumbling stable echoed through the entire region. The dark clouds parted, the sun was shining once again. There the vilagers stood and stared, stared at the pile of wood, nails, and shingles that once was to be a stable, and a frightened old man, holding his grandson... ten yards away.