Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon or any of its characters. They are
property of Natsume and one else.
The Harvester
Prologue
It was a calm day, the sun warm and refreshing, shining down upon the world below. The beautiful melody's sung by the wild birds can be heard through out the fields and mountains. Conversations by the villagers can also be faintly heard from the old mans farm. The farm, it was a lively place, full of cows, sheep, chickens and chicks. A barn was off to the left, accompanied by a small chicken coop. To the other side of the barn was a not yet completed stable, to house a horse in the near future. Suddenly, an eerie calm has blanketed the land. A storm has arisen from nowhere, raging over the lands as a wild fire takes to dry shrubs. A stampede of footsteps can be heard as the villagers scramble indoors. The rain falling heavily, leaving no blade of grass dry, drenching the villagers down to there very core. The storm was not normal, it has been sent, by someone. It has its purpose, to take the life of a single man.
Lightning crashing down upon the fertile land, thunder roaring through the blackened sky, causing panic on the simple minded animals. Causing the poor creatures of nature to run aimlessly, having no sense of direction, awaiting the orders of there beloved caretaker.
"Jack! I told you to go inside," were the cry's of an old man, frantically trying to bring order upon his livestock, doing all he can to protect them from the storm.
"Grandpa!, Please let me help you," a small boy cried out, as he bared witness to the horrid event taking place.
The howling winds had emerged from the mountains, as if being sent as reinforcements, by an unseen being, to aid the storm to accomplish its task. The strong winds had set its trap, taking the small life of a baby chick, taking it in its grasp and preparing to send it through the sturdy wall of the barn. The small frightened child saw this, and disobeying his wise grandfather, fled from the safe shelter of the small home, leapt as high into the air as he possibly could, successfully captured the yellow creature into its temporary cage. The howling winds satisfied with the turn of events, prepared itself. The small child ran up to the exhausted old man.
"Here granp…AHH!" A huge gust of wind has slammed against the stable, sending a large beam to crash upon the child. The old man, without thinking has pushed the young lad out of harms way, taking the blow in his stead. The old man being fairly strong was slightly dazed where as it would have claimed the boys life in a matter of seconds.
The storm took a turn for the worse, as though it has been angered by the auctions of the old man, it had decided to take his life instead. Another gust of wind, much more fierce than the one before has struck the stable, sending the entire structure to fall on the old man, paralyzed in fear. The boy came to, baring witness to the horrid event about to take place. As time froze, an immense heat had taken over Jack's body, his emotions of fear and despair has taken over his actions. Causing him to gain the power, as that of a mother lifting a car off of her child, the strength to save his grandfather but, he was to late. The beams and other debris was just inches away from its mark and Jack could not have reached him in time as he was yards away. Finally, the stable fell, sending a loud crash through out the farm. The storm as vanished just as fast as it appeared. The villagers ran towards the farm, to see if Jack and Samuel moon were safe. The sight sent a cold chill down there spines as they saw the fallen rubble with Sam's tools underneath. There eyes scanned slowly away toward the lone tree on the farm, a sigh of relief was exhaled as the saw Jack, unconscious but still very much alive, and in his arms an exhausted and frightened Old Man.
"Sam, are you alright. What Happened?"
The Harvester
Prologue
It was a calm day, the sun warm and refreshing, shining down upon the world below. The beautiful melody's sung by the wild birds can be heard through out the fields and mountains. Conversations by the villagers can also be faintly heard from the old mans farm. The farm, it was a lively place, full of cows, sheep, chickens and chicks. A barn was off to the left, accompanied by a small chicken coop. To the other side of the barn was a not yet completed stable, to house a horse in the near future. Suddenly, an eerie calm has blanketed the land. A storm has arisen from nowhere, raging over the lands as a wild fire takes to dry shrubs. A stampede of footsteps can be heard as the villagers scramble indoors. The rain falling heavily, leaving no blade of grass dry, drenching the villagers down to there very core. The storm was not normal, it has been sent, by someone. It has its purpose, to take the life of a single man.
Lightning crashing down upon the fertile land, thunder roaring through the blackened sky, causing panic on the simple minded animals. Causing the poor creatures of nature to run aimlessly, having no sense of direction, awaiting the orders of there beloved caretaker.
"Jack! I told you to go inside," were the cry's of an old man, frantically trying to bring order upon his livestock, doing all he can to protect them from the storm.
"Grandpa!, Please let me help you," a small boy cried out, as he bared witness to the horrid event taking place.
The howling winds had emerged from the mountains, as if being sent as reinforcements, by an unseen being, to aid the storm to accomplish its task. The strong winds had set its trap, taking the small life of a baby chick, taking it in its grasp and preparing to send it through the sturdy wall of the barn. The small frightened child saw this, and disobeying his wise grandfather, fled from the safe shelter of the small home, leapt as high into the air as he possibly could, successfully captured the yellow creature into its temporary cage. The howling winds satisfied with the turn of events, prepared itself. The small child ran up to the exhausted old man.
"Here granp…AHH!" A huge gust of wind has slammed against the stable, sending a large beam to crash upon the child. The old man, without thinking has pushed the young lad out of harms way, taking the blow in his stead. The old man being fairly strong was slightly dazed where as it would have claimed the boys life in a matter of seconds.
The storm took a turn for the worse, as though it has been angered by the auctions of the old man, it had decided to take his life instead. Another gust of wind, much more fierce than the one before has struck the stable, sending the entire structure to fall on the old man, paralyzed in fear. The boy came to, baring witness to the horrid event about to take place. As time froze, an immense heat had taken over Jack's body, his emotions of fear and despair has taken over his actions. Causing him to gain the power, as that of a mother lifting a car off of her child, the strength to save his grandfather but, he was to late. The beams and other debris was just inches away from its mark and Jack could not have reached him in time as he was yards away. Finally, the stable fell, sending a loud crash through out the farm. The storm as vanished just as fast as it appeared. The villagers ran towards the farm, to see if Jack and Samuel moon were safe. The sight sent a cold chill down there spines as they saw the fallen rubble with Sam's tools underneath. There eyes scanned slowly away toward the lone tree on the farm, a sigh of relief was exhaled as the saw Jack, unconscious but still very much alive, and in his arms an exhausted and frightened Old Man.
"Sam, are you alright. What Happened?"