Disclaimer I do not own this game Harvest Moon. Do not even have copy of game all rights belong to Natsume.
Authors Note. This is going to be a short story maybe only two to three chapters showing the origins of Vaughn from Harvest Moon Islands of Happiness/ Sunshine Islands. I may start a family series based off of this starting with Vaughn and another character being of course Chelsea. I love this couple but only if it gets good reviews. I just wanted to develop why Vaughn is sort of antisocial and rude. So let's just say that it is due to being abandoned by his parents don't want to ruin the story. Don't know if what I'm writing is canon or not but I'm trying to stay as close as possible to what is canon in the games.
Vaughn's Origins
Chapter 1The Resolution
Mirabelle's POV
Journal entry 1
I remember this day just like yesterday it was so long ago. Now that I think back on it I know why things turned out the way they did, but I don't regret a thing. Seeing the face of the person brings me some happiness and knowing that he didn't grow up alone. I guess I would have to start from the begging to the day I made my resolution a day that would change the rest of my life. If anyone should stumble upon this and read it know that this is my story.
A long time ago I had a sister. We grew up together although we weren't that close. She was always taking risks. One day she got kicked out of the house because she ended up knocked up. The father of the child had natural white hair and blue eyes. My sister and I were blond although she had violet colored eyes. The father didn't want anything to do with the child so he abandoned her. I was married and expecting my own at the time. She turned to grief when he left and our parents had turned her out. They were upset that she had one outside of marriage.
Months turned by and by and I had heard nothing from her since then. I had already a child of my own, a girl and my husband is had died. It was a cold and rainy night. I was just done feeding my daughter Julia and taking care of things. I had talked to my neighbor and friend who had a boy of her own. That night I had heard crying and thought it could be Julia, but she was sound asleep. I went outside and saw a basket with a child white hair and I saw the eyes. It was the eyes of my sister. It seems that she wrote a note saying that she had succumbed to the grief and couldn't and even didn't want to care for the child. I felt sorry for the poor thing left into my care. His name was Vaughn. He is grown now and is very rude to others, because I had told him the truth about his parents. I just know that the day I found him was the day I believed that I was given a son.