Hello there! I'll be developing this little idea I've had on my head for a while now. I'm not hoping for reviews or anything. Just take a look if you want and bear with my rusty English writing skills. But hey, I more or less know how to write!

Anyway, enjoy. I'll try to update this as soon as possible, so see ya!


In all honesty, Anita had never been a big fan of parties.

In fact, back to her childhood, she used to be quite the loner of her school. Her life now was pretty different from what it is now. The past-lonely and sour girl had turned into a reversed version of herself.

And, sometimes, she never knew whether it was a good thing to be so open and naive or she was better off in her farm, alone in the outskirts of the town. Zephyr Town was a peaceful place, full and nature and blossoming beauty. Maybe that was the charm of the city itself. Or, could it be its people?

She'd never know. But, back to our business, she was never a big fan of crowds. Even less now, considering that New Year's Eve had just been celebrated and she had barely got past villagers requesting her attention. Anita wouldn't have minded that all if it was any other day, not now that it was past-midnight. She was tired, sore, and needed her bed right about now.

Riiiiight now.

That big slope in her way home was one hell of a nuisance. So, when finally she got over it, the farmer felt accomplished. She could have climbed her way up the hill, but it didn't look like such a good idea due to her sore state. All she wanted, needed and desired was a season of hibernation. Maybe half of a season so her animals wouldn't miss her too much. Before she knew it, Anita had successfully limped through her harvests and through the door with a big unconscious yawn.

When she was already in bed and ready for a good dose of slumber, her little white kitten Nellie approached her, meowing all the way to her bed. Anita, snuggled in thousands of blankets and mid-way to peaceful dreams, a sudden thought startled her.

Anita had left her purse by the fountain, in the middle of the square. She trusted the villagers not to steal anything from it, but she didn't trust herself enough to remember to ask about it. In fact, Anita would have surely forgotten about that if she had drifted off into slumber. How convenient to remember that while running down the path of her house with her eyes tired and desiring to close.

But she kept them open. Struggling to do so, but she managed to get to the waterfall area without tripping or falling asleep. That was an achievement for her considering how hard it was for her to get up every morning. But she was a farmer, those were the perks of the job.

Such a nice job, anyway.

As Anita got to the other area, she was already feeling more drowsy than she had in her way home. The girl rubbed her eyes for energy and walked a few steps before tripping with a branch and landing face-first on the ground.

"Why, hello. Fancy meeting you now. patch of grass."

Anita truly pondered the idea of trying to snuggle with the soil, but the blonde knew it was quite stupid. What would someone say if they found her there? Oh my God, what could happen to her if she stayed there for the night?

With a shudder, she managed to look up supporting her almost limp body with her arms. A moment later or so, a blinding light spread throughout the area and shone all the way into her brain, dazzling her for a few seconds until she snapped out of her blinding daze. She blinked twice, rubbed her eyes for the thousandth time and got up as if a lighting had striked her.

"What the...?" Anita smothered her clothes with haste and now, almost wide awake, ran down the slope. Once she was in the path to town and near the bridge, she heard the villagers' cheers and laughs even being quite far away from them. Was this what Lloyd had to go through? Dealing with the noise and the unbearing chattering of citizens. Wow, that guy had some patience.

Anyway, Anita couldn't find anything out of order after that startling light. If Lloyd was home, could he have seen that? She wasn't going to barge into his house and ask him when he was most possibly asleep (something she SHOULD BE after all). The farmer took a few looks around just to make sure everything was okay and nothing was out of place. After a heavy sigh and a feeling tired again, all excitement for a mystery already gone dry, she started her way up the hill.

Unless..

"Hold on..." Anita stepped back and glanced at the waterfall, which remained strangely quiet and steady. It was rare to see that on a regular basis, so she decided to look around so she didn't miss anything. The farmer climbed to the platform behind the stream of cascading water. She actually almost lost her precious hat in the process, but apart from that, she was alright. Just wanting to find out what was happening in the dead of the night.

There was a hollow space on the wall filled with nothing but soaring air. It was little chilly in there due to the winter season the town was going through. Thank goodness, it'd be over the day after.

But, as Anita went inside the hole, another array of light - but this time, it was softer, much more gentle and soothing - hit her on the face. Then, a few moments later, she heard water flowing and a breeze of air passing through the place.

The thing is, she didn't know where she was.

And that was scaring the life out of her.

It wasn't a nice feeling. So, when she found herself in some kind of alternate world that definitely wasn't natural or whatsoever, her first thought was to turn around and leave quietly. But, as she glanced around just so she could at least remember her surroundings and, maybe, tell Angelo to draw to them, Anita was left out of breath.

It was a pretty amazing sight. A river flowed under the wooden path that led to some kind of... hold on, a sanctuary!? That was a rare sight. Also, there was a soft mist adding nothing to the scene but more drama. And Anita didn't enjoy drama when she was alone in some weird place that only held silence within. There was also some kind of weird snowflake-like mark under her feet. Hey, it was a lovely doormat if you asked her, and very original.

While Anita looked at the torches above the calm waters, a silent figure was approaching her, looking rather uneasy at the farmer. She cleared her throat and the blonde turned towards her, already enchanted with her facial features.

The unknown girl was a black-haired youngster, with pale skin and the bluest of eyes. Her coal hair was decorated with unique floral arrangements and her beautiful purple dress flowed on the floor. She was a unique sight herself and Anita hadn't even met her properly yet. That girl... she looked like some kind of lonely goddess.

"Oh, a visitor?" the unknown girl inquired, somehow surprised by Anita's presence. "How unusual..."

That silky voice of hers held some droopy tone the farmer didn't precisely enjoy. She had the voice of loneliness and innocence. Why was it that her tone was so expressionless yet so unnerving to Anita? Nothing was making sense.

Not that anything had made sense that night to start with.

The blonde took a deep breath so she could also find her voice and spoke up. "Uh... I'm so-"

The other didn't let her finish. "I'm Emiko." the beautiful goddess-like girl took a step towards Anita and pulled up the smallest of smiles. In fact, you'd have missed it if you had blinked. "What's your name?"

So, Emiko, huh? That was a cute name. Anita smiled, starting to feel like herself again now that everything was starting to click into place. Maybe it was the fact that the coal-haired girl had a name that it made her feel at ease.

"I'm Anita." spoke the farmer in a low boy happy voice, her usual tone, swallowing down the wish to shake hands with her. "My name is Anita." she repeated, in case Emiko hadn't heard her.

Why was she feeling so nervous? She was a social fish with everyone, why was she faltering in front of that woman?

And why the hell was Emiko staring at her so much?

"I see." stated Emiko with a monotone voice, albeit it held some kind of superiority tone. It wasn't nice at all. "Interesting."

Was she mad at her for breaking into her lair? Because honestly, it hadn't been her purpose. That blinding light from some minutes ago practically summoned her there. It wasn't her fault that she had been attracted to it.

Before Anita could say anything, Emiko giggled under her breath. It was quite spooky if you asked Anita. Seeing such a silent woman laughing - giggling - at somebody for introducing herself wasn't pleasing, nor was the way she looked at her as if Anita was her- puppet or something, inferior to her. Again, it wasn't nice at all. And again, that woman was damn sinister.

After that little giggle, Anita tried to speak again, but only opened her mouth to close it again. Her social skills were losing potential the more time she spent dampened in that tense atmosphere.

Emiko cut the ice before Anita gathered her thoughts. "Nice to meet you, Anita."

And as if wind was pushing her, Emiko walked all the way back to her lair. And, Anita, still trying to comprehend what had just happened in there, stepped out of the hole and walked all the way home again.

She didn't get much sleep that night.


So, yeah. Don't expect quality writing, not gonna happen. Also, short chapters for now.

Sorry not sorry, see you soon! BTW sorry if Anita seemed quite OOC, but this is the exact reaction I got when I first met Emiko, so I'll try to give her some more depth as this shit goes on.