Yep. Here I am with yet another story. It's not like I'm already currently working on five others or anything. No. Of course not.
For those wondering, I'm finishing up the semester right now. Friday is my last day of finals, then I'll be free to write more. The Search for Light will have a new chapter before Christmas :)
Until then, enjoy my first New Leaf fanfiction. New Leaf brought me back into the Animal Crossing fandom with a rekindled love I hadn't felt since I started the fandom back in '02. So in tribute, here's my first Animal Crossing FanFiction, dedicated to the title that helped me turn over a new leaf in the franchise.
PROLOGUE
The magic of our town thrives on the happiness of the villagers. Positive feelings bring about the blooming flowers and the happy songs of our residents. When a resident becomes unhappy, they leave for another town, so as not to disrupt the magic for the rest of the inhabitants. This courteousness we also owe to the magic that runs deep in the veins of our village.
Tortimer, our mayor, has kept our village alive and happy for almost a century now. Having taken the position at the ripe young age of 25, Tortimer is well past his retiring years. However, the magic of our town helps keep him going with all the spirit and of a young tortoise. We have long thrived under his mayorship, and at every festival we gave up a prayer to the magic of the town for the longevity of our mayor.
We all fear that one day he will finally leave us, be it by his choice or by fate's. Our ancestors have all passed happily knowing that their mayor continues on, strong as ever. They leave behind their descendants who worry that it will be during their time that our long-loved mayor will finally resign.
The worry is mostly a fear of losing a wonderful leader to one that is less-than-qualified. A century teaches a lot of experience, and the magic of the town itself is fabled to have tied in with old Tortimer. Old stories mention that the magic was discovered with his election and remains only as long as he does. We fear that when he leaves, he will take the magic with him.
As he grows older, his judgment and thoughts get a bit murky. Lately he has been forgetful and dozes off. I fear that one day soon he will leave us. But he refuses to find someone to take his place. "The magic of the town will provide us with a youngster when the time is right," he tells me. "And it will also tell me when I must leave."
My worst fear is that he will leave without finding someone new. I trust the magic – I honestly do. But not to that degree. The magic is made by a strong leader, it does not make a strong leader.
The yellow canine sighed and closed the cover of her journal. Lately, it was her only outlet for all her stress. She had so much to deal with, now that the old mayor was becoming feeble-minded. She was expected to take on more responsibilities, since he often forgot his. When her stresses and fears became too much, she wrote down what was on her mind in her journal. Sure, there was a lot of repetitiveness – she had the same fears assault her day after day. But it helped her keep her smile.
"Well, Isabelle, I'm off! Don't spend too long overworking yourself, whippersnapper!" Tortimer's rough voice caught her attention. The old tortoise was making his way slowly to the door, hanging his top hat on the rack by the exit and clutching his walking cane.
"I promise," she replied as cheerily as she could manage.
"Poor girl, works like a dog all the time… heh heh HORF!" His familiar wheezing laugh was all that Isabelle was left with as he shut the door behind him.
She sighed and looked around the town hall. It was a beautiful structure made of gorgeous dark oak wood all around with large picture windows covering three of the walls. The high ceilings made the town hall elegant and spacious, and there was plenty of evidence of its use – paperwork in neat little piles everywhere, well-cared-for potted plants on desks and hanging in the corners, and even a large bookshelf and a globe in the back.
However, the large building had turned into her prison. She never let the mayor know, but she spent long night hours trapped within, going over his paperwork and double checking all the work he had done today. She had gone from being a secretary to being a secondary mayor.
She just didn't have to worry about taking the blame for any decisions made by the town's government.
She sat down in Tortimer's black leather office chair and did her best to make herself comfortable. Thankfully, they hadn't done too much that day, so perhaps she could get home before midnight tonight.
She scooped up a pawful of papers from the stack on his desk and began looking them over. Her eyes flitted from the stack in her hand to what remained on the desk.
What she saw made her heart drop, as well as the papers she had been holding.
She lifted her paws to her cheeks, attempting to hold back her tears. Her worst fears had come true.
"FINAL RESIGNATION DOCUMENTS."
