Hello! Real quickly, I would like to say that Erin and Megan are OCs of mine. They technically replace Lillian in this story. Erin was made by me and Megan was made by my sister.

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Cowberry

(Prologue)

In the outline of the moon, Cam could see his flower stand from his window. It looked slightly empty, as Spring was just around the corner, and he was restocking soon. The New Year's Eve Festival had just ended; he had walked home with his friend Laney, who lived with him at the café, said goodbye to his friends, and was now here, looking out the window.

…Goddess, life was boring right now!

Here he was, entertaining himself with the last 20 minutes of his life! There wasn't anything new in Bluebell. It was always the same. Cam was even pretty sure the villagers of Bluebell had a routine for what they said. Of course, this was Cam he was talking about. Even though Cam happened to be himself, he admitted that he was not the most exciting person to be around. He wasn't good with people like Ash was. Ash would have made a much better salesperson than Diego. Diego was demanding. Even Diego knew that.

"Caaaaaaaaa~m!"

Cam sighed as he opened the door to let his self-proclaimed "fatherly figure" into his room. Howard was probably the most un-fatherly man in the world, not only because he wasn't actually Cam's father. No, it was more than that. Howard wore a sweatervest all the time, along with maroon pants and quality shoes that seriously looked like they belonged in a bowling alley. The guy even wore lipstick! And Cam was expected to look up to him?

"Rutger has told me," Howard shrieked, "the most amaaaa~zing gossip!"

Cam rolled his eyes. "And I assume you're about to tell me?"

"Why, how did you know?"

"Lucky guess," the florist muttered.

Howard, unaware of Cam's unsocial mood, continued on happily. "Rutger says that there was a huge scandal! Apparently, some woman from the city cheated a rich doctor man out of most of his vegetable seeds! The poor soul loved the girl, and she played him like a deck of cards! It must be awful for him right now! Oh, but I'm sure the girl had her reasons too. Maybe she needed money, or maybe a loved one was sick, or maybe she needed a friend-"

"Howard," Cam interrupted pointedly. "Stealing is not the way to make friends."

"Oh, yes of course," Howard apologized. "I'm sure she knew that. Maybe she was emotionally stressed or something of the matter. I still feel bad for the doctor though. He had cooked her dinners! Oh, how heartbroken that fellow must be right now! If only-" Cam let out a loud and fake yawn- "Oh, of course. You need your rest. It's a lovely first of Spring tomorrow!" With that, the café owner practically piouretted out of Cam's room. Cam sighed. Sometimes people actually thought they were related. No way, no how. Sure, they both had blonde hair, but so did just about everybody in Bluebell. Laney, on the other hand, did resemble her father in some ways. She picked up his love of red and blue, except she twisted it in the right way: with red on top and blue on the bottom. While Howard puffed his hair until it looked like a yellow sheep was sitting on his head, Laney kept her long blonde hair in a braided bun. Laney and Cam could have been mistaken as related- twins, even- as their eyes were almost the exact same shade of green, but Howard? Once you knew who Laney's father was, how could you think Cam was her brother?

Speaking of brothers… Cam thought to himself as he remembered an antic Ash's little sister, Cheryl, had pulled during the festival. Laney was going to offer Ash some cake to celebrate the big event, but Cheryl had thought Laney was going to try to win Ash's heart, or something. The cute but somewhat sinsister child had then proceeded to place an insect on Laney's shoulder.

Any insect would have been bad enough, but Laney absolutely despised migratory locusts. She had screamed so loud Cam was certain Konohana could have heard, and flailed her arms, letting the cake fly out of her hands and into Ash's face.

Laney had been beet red- from embarrassment and fear- by that time, but Ash was in fits of laughter. He would have been rolling on the ground if Howard wasn't already thoroughly cleaning him up. Cheryl had looked devastated. It served her right, but Cam couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

That was another problem. It was about impossible to not feel sorry for Cheryl. Ash always got the worst of that fact. Cheryl was always getting him to do things with her, whether he wanted to or not. Cam had mentioned this to Howard once, and he had replied, "Well, at least she's cute!"

As the night grew quiet, Cam heard horse hooves in the distance. Odd. Georgia doesn't usually ride so late. The sounds were very far away, so Cam dismissed them as nothing, even when there was a crash from the same distance and direction, and drifted into sleep.

N-no…

How can this be…?

I've ruined everything!

A young girl wept on the mountaintop. She had been riding her horse up the mountain to… why couldn't she remember? Oh, yes, to come live in a town of some sort, when a fox had strayed in her path. Her little pony had started and ran off course, leaving them where they were at the moment.

The girl felt the bump on her head with shaky fingers. It would take forever for anyone to find her. Unaware of what else to do, she tried to make a mental note of anything she had forgotten.

Ok, my birthday is Winter 22, she said to herself. I have a sister, I love sweets, I adhor chocolate, grammar is very important to me…

She continued to occupy herself with the real-life memory game. In the distance, she spotted the fox that had caused the trouble. "I'll get you for that," she told it in a monotone voice. The fox bolted into the saftey of a bush. Yay. I scare animals. Score one for me, I guess.

That's another one! I love animals! I'm doing pretty good at this, too!

Her hopes were crushed, however, when she heard a clap of thunder above her. The girl sighed as the first drops of rain fell. Nature sure loved throwing things at her.

She was already not one hundred percent sure of herself sanity-wise, so she stood up and yelled to the sky, "Very funny. Why don't we make it rain foxes next?"

Standing must have been too much for her, as she felt a pain in her stomach- oh yes, I have frequent stomachaches –and a dizziness in her head. Before she knew it, she fell back to the ground, hit her head again, and lost consciousness.