QE:This is my first harvest moon story so be nice.

E.S.P:She owns nothing

A man wearing a red suit with matching hat, walked towards the abandoned farm. He felt sorry for the place. They wasn't much he could do. It was overgrown and littered with rocks, tree stumps and branches. Deep down he prayed the new owner wouldn't come. It had been six months after all. Maybe he could sell it off. Make more money for mineral town. Turn it in to a tourist destination. The possibilities were endless.

As he walked through the front gate he saw what looked like a rogue sandy haired male wearing a navy blue trench coat and black leather trousers, eyeing up the land. Something about him made the hairs at the back of the neck stand up.

"Hey!" That caught his attention. The youth turned and stared at the mayor with unnatural golden eyes. The mayor shook it off. "The owner died a while back. You can't just come waltzing in here!" Shock and alarm crossed the youth's face. Good he thought

"When?" The boy sounded generally upset. "How?" he took a deep breath. "Would explain why I haven't heard off him." He said more to himself.

"What?" Now I've done it. "You knew him? And you didn't know he was dead?"

"No." He scanned the area as if he was looking for something. This made the mayor more alert.

"He died about oh…six months ago, I reckon. When I was cleaning out his place I found his will. In it, he said "I'm leaving my farm to Wes." So until who ever shows up, I'm taking care of the farm." He deliberately left out the full name and shorten the first.

"Well my name's Wes so it could be me."

Damn went through the Mayor's head. "What's your full name? Because you know people would love to have this place at any cost."

Wes' face looked in turmoil. As he bit his bottom lip he looked as if he had to turn things over in his mind. Fake. He thought. After this place for nothing.

"Can you promise me never to tell anyone else?"

Well I'm up for a good laugh. "I promise."

"Wesley Joseph Mitchell." Wes sounded as if it was a lot of pain getting the words out.

"Oh."

"I know." Wes gave a tiny smile. "Lots of people don't trust me outside Orre. I'm used to it. I don't trust a lot of people at all."

Oh crud. He has to be the right person. All those letters serjest it. "Tell me how did you meet, the old man?"

Wes chose his words carefully. "When I was six, my mother decided I needed to get out of the desert and see other regions. So she dragged my dad and me to Forget-me-not valley. I kinda got lost and ended up on this farm. Matt found me crying hugging Alexis, his dog. He called up my parents and I spent the whole summer here." He gestured in any vague direction. "I help with the animals. Rode a cow and horse. Made friends with Takinover." The mayor chuckled. He remembered the sheep very well. She had like him a lot. "Chickens decided to make me they leader, Alexis treated me as her puppy, and I met a really nice girl."

"I believe you. Not many know of Takeinover."

"When I was leaving we gave each other addresses and kept I n touch until Severn months ago."

"The name's Mayor Thomas." Wes looked startled by the sudden gesture of a handshake but took it anyway. "Welcome to your new farm Wes." Wes smiled. "It won't be easy, but if you work hard you can do a job to make him proud."

Wes nodded. "You don't happen to see a lilac cat and black dog around do you?"

"No why?"

"I lost Espeon and Umbreon. They went for a game of chase and I can't find them."

'Wes help.' Thomas turned to see a lilac cat like creature with a red gem in her forehead followed by a black dog like creature with red eyes and yellow glowing ring. In the dogs mouth was a brown and cream bird. 'It's Flo.' Thomas couldn't hear anything but the word Espeon.

Wes shred his coat and wrapped the bird in it. The bird seemed to be unconscious and shivering badly.

'We found her being attacked by wild dogs.' This time he couldn't hear anything but the word Umbreon.

QE:Soz if I stuffed up any thing.

E.S.P:Plz review.

QE:Flames will be given to Cyndaquil for chow.