Hey guys! Welcome to my first ever Harvest Moon fic. I've recently gotten in the game and have been reading the fiction on here for over a month now. Sadly, I've run out of them so I figured why not write one myself.
I am in need of a Beta reader for the remainder of the story. I myself am an editor, but feel that sometimes you can get too close to the work and neglect to see major flaws. Please PM me if you are interested.
The following is just the prologue, I promise chapters will be much longer than this henceforth. So without a further adieu, on to the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon.
Insignificances - Prologue
"I'm getting married!"
If you'd told me how much those three little words would impact my life, I would have never believed you. To be completely honest, I would have called you insane and offered to escort you to Jin for, in my opinion, much needed help.
But of course, I may be jumping the gun a bit. You're still probably wondering who this crazy girl is talking to you.
Well, my name is Angela. I've spent the greater part of my twenty-four years on this small, sparsely populated island. My time away had taught me how much I truly loved it here; its hidden passages and endearing quirks only locals knew tugging at my heart all three years spent in university.
What had truly stolen me away, I would never know.
As a child, I would moan in pain each morning trying to avoid moving from the confines of my bed and, with it came, my eventual trek to school. Somehow after graduation though, I found myself at a mainland college. The time flew by, and before I knew it I was entering my junior year. I was happy at school, but as the days stretched into months, the big city could never fill the void left in me like only the island from my childhood had. Because of this longing, I found myself counting down the days until my cramped dorm room would give way to the farm I was destined for.
Skyward ranch is my home. Born there, raised there, and I planned on living the rest of my days there with my parents. Oh, how I miss them.
'Little care packages from the farm', as my mom called them, were the highlight of my week. Mom, the practical one, sending me yet another warm blanket or ten pairs of socks; while Dad sent his crazy new ideas for cross breeding plants in a notebook he'd kept for years. That notebook, to this day, is still my pride and joy. Shoved between its pages would be fun money.
"You'd better not spend that on some responsible adult thing young lady," I can still remember the tone of his voice when he said that. It laid somewhere between serious and playful, something very few could pull off. Every week, I'd send the notebook back with a snippet of some agricultural newsletter or even just a crazy picture for my dad to snicker at. That's a farmer and his daughter for you, always fascinated by the smallest things.
Yet, one week my package never arrived. The notebook never showed up. I had always been taught not to panic, but it truly worried me. It wouldn't be until days later, when a childhood friend showed up on my doorstep carrying my dad's infamous blue baseball cap, that I would hear the news of my parent's death. My world came crashing down; the shards of my former existence littering the ground like rubbish. I watched, in slow motion, as passers by crunched it beneath their feet, almost willing it to become more distorted with each passing second.
Distraught would not even begin to describe how I felt. The only people I had ever loved were gone. It was at that moment I dropped everything, and literally ran the entire way to the docks. As I prayed to Goddess for strength, I knew that I needed to be home.
And this is where our story begins; a tale about my journey and how such insignificant events can lead to much more.
A/N: So how did you like it? Did you catch the subtle reference of who her father may have been? If you caught it please be sure to add it to any reviews so I can see how many it was. Until next time!