AN: Hello! This is an adaptation of the movie Far and Away (1992). After watching the film I find it fascinating that I need to dump my emotion into words, and what's better than letting my favorite OTP of all time to play the main characters of this story? Yeah, I did it! This is my first attempt to write fiction and English is not even my native language. So be gentle with me, key'? Anyway, read and don't forget to review. I feed on reviews, just so you know. Enjoy!

P/s: I don't have a Beta Reader so there may be some spelling and stuffs that are incorrect. That I apologize.

Disclaimer: I don't own MGLN and the movie Far and Away.

Far and Away

Chapter 1

Precia Testarossa was sitting in a small pub, enjoying her glass of brandy when she heard shouts and yells over the pathway that led to the village. Soon, men and women from shops and houses on two sides of the road rushed out and hurried towards the same direction.

"Lads! That bloody landlord, Buntin's on his way in. All hell's breakin' loose!" Billy, an old man, clad in dirty clothes with bushy red hair and a bearded face, exclaimed.

"I hope they kill him." Precia yelled over her shoulders as she rushed out with other people.

There he was, the Buntin bastard and his fancy wagon, surrounded by the town people. He was struggling, waving his cane in hope of stopping those rocks and rotten tomatoes throwing at him. Had he known something like this would happen, he would have brought some men with him instead of an old servant. He had just returned from one of his lands to collect the money those farmers owed him. The task was easy but the way back was such a ruckus.

"Landlord, you sinner! Between your lungs there's neither heart nor spirit but the lump of your own swallowed money bag!" Precia bellowed.

To say she resents these landlords is an understatement. She and her children, and perhaps the town's people, hold a deep hatred towards them. The landlords of Uminari were devils. Outside, they were the elegant ladies and gentlemen, but inside, they were a pack of greedy wolves who had claimed most of the lands and leased the poor farmers small part of their properties with exorbitant rents. They exploited the miserable people generations to generations. Some old families had lived and watched the land, their land, lost to the hands of the devils and they became the slaves, the tools for those bastards to enrich. One of those families was the Testarossa clan. Precia's husband, Joseph Testarossa, died before his twins were born out of a terrible disease that had spread all over the village almost 20 years ago. Left by only herself, the single mother did her best to raise two baby girls. It was hard and there were times she thought she would consider giving up.

"He'll never get over that one, Precia my dear." Danty laughed. Danty Duff was Joseph Testarossa's best friend. He did help Precia a little in raising the twins after her husband's decease. To him, Precia was always someone so admiring, so dazzling. She was strong and brave and wise that could put any men to shame. To him, she had a mind of a man and a heart of a woman. Such wonder!

"You're a blight on this country that never belonged to you!" A young man shouted, he hunched back to collect a rotten cabbage and in a sweep motion, swung his right arm with great force towards the wagon. The rotten and smelly thing hit its target right on the head. Buntin's hat fell off of his bald head and pieces of cabbage stuck onto his nice-trim mustached face. And that was the last straw.

Angrily pulling out a piston, Buntin fired into the sky in hope of sparring him some little space. Granted, the crowd immediately halted their action. The horses, upon hearing the gunfire, whinnied and bolted ahead. It happened so fast. They heard the distinct sounds of bricks crumbling and a small, quiet whimper. All eyes were too busy focusing on the wagon that no one saw what really happened except Danty. He witnessed everything. In the haste escape, the wagon accidentally hit one of the many decayed houses and caused the stones to fall, unfortunately, on Precia's head.

"Precia! Are you hurt, Precia?" Danty said worriedly. The old man paled when he saw blood dripping from Precia's forehead.

"Danty, take me home to my daughters." Precia managed to talk. She was breathing fast and her head felt like a raging storm. She needs to get home. Fast.

Miles away from the village, far away north, there was a gray field, decorated with a scattering of grass and rocks. A long stone hedgerow stretched along the coastline, rounded the corner to a humble stone house, situated at the back of the land, overlooking the sea.

Fate was carrying two bags of compost on her back and two more were loaded on a donkey's. She hunched down to dumped the ones on her back onto the freshly furrowed soil before lifting back up to wipe a bead of sweat rolling down her left temple. Long golden hair, tied back loosely at the base with a simple black ribbon, shined brightly in the morning light. Her hair, which her mother used to say, rivaled the sun.

Fate leaned back against her donkey. The blonde looked out into the sea. She dragged a tanned arm across her face to prevent some sunlight into her eyes and sighed. How many times had she woken up to be greeted by such clear blue sky? How many times had she stared longingly to the land far, far away from here, far away from her grasp? How many times had she dreamed of owning her own land, planting her own wheat and harvesting her own crop someday? Fate sighed again, burgundy eyes shimmering with hope.

After a few minutes of letting her eyes wander away, she decided to get back to work. Just when she was about to unload the two bags on her donkey's back, the damn animal stepped backward, out of her reach. Fate moved forward and pulled at the rein, forcing the donkey to comply with her order. Backfire, the little donkey rushed forward and shoved its master back. The blonde fell flat on the ground. She cursed out loud as she grasped some soil and threw it at the direction of the traitorous donkey.

"Alicia!" A red-headed young man called out nearby. He had watched Fate worked for a while and when the blonde planted her face on the ground by a stupid donkey, there he had it.

"What?" Alicia, a young fine woman who looked exactly like Fate: golden hair, wined-red eyes except for her skin was paler and she was a little shorter than her twin, answered as she stepped out of the house.

"Will you look at your little sister? She can't keep hold of her ass." The man snorted.

Ronald Donovan was Alicia and Fate's cousin. He was Joseph's nephew and lived not far away from the Testarossas. He was a drunkard, a good-for-nothing brat. All he did was drinking and spending money on whores. Where he got the money for, no one in town knew except Alicia. She and Ronald had been hanging out with the spoiled kids in town since she was 15. She was reported spending the night at a brothel outside of town one night and there, she got involved in some fight for the "girls". Their mother was furious at this. She was so mad she had almost disowned her birth child however, thanks to Fate's soft words and constant pleadings, she had calmed her nerves.

Everyone in this humble town knew about Alicia's preference. She would date girls, talk and walk like a man. Despite the fact that she was a woman, village maidens would line up at her feet just to get a glimpse of the "Testarossa dazzling smile". There was something about Alicia that made women weak in the knees, not that Fate cared. The only thing the younger blonde cared about was her mother and working the land. Precia was proud, very proud of her hard-working, headstrong baby daughter. Even though they were poor and miserable, they had each other and to Fate, that was enough.

"Sweetheart of a child, slaving away." Alicia approached with a smirk. "ls it not enough, Fate, you plowed all that muck down there?"

"My ambition's a little grander than yours." The taller blonde spat back. "A couple of lazy cows."

"Oh, ambition, is it?" Alicia mocked. "To break your back on land that isn't your own? It belongs to the landlord Takamachi."

True enough, the Takamchi family is the richest and the most powerful in this land. Shiro Takamachi, the landlord of Fate's family, he leased a piece of his lands to Fate's father and by every year, sent men to collect the rent. However the tax was too high that Joseph Testarossa could not afford to pay. He died and left the debt to Precia and their children. And now that Fate was older, she intended to pay that debt and if possible, buy out the land.

"Hold your face up, lassie." Ronald said in his drunken voice. He reached out a hand and slightly slapped at Fate's face.

Burgundy orbs turned blood-red as Fate looked back at him as if she was trying her best to suppress the urge to murder.

"Now, come on. Give us something we can aim at." Alicia played along.

Fate knew exactly what they meant though she had no wish to satisfy their demand. After all, she had a field to farm and a debt to pay.

"Just shag off, the pair of you. There's a goat over there," Fate flipped her head, indicated where she was referring to. "Go improve your love life."

"Now, come on, Fate honey." Alicia stopped Fate by getting in the younger blonde's face, devilish smirk still in place. "Just a nosebleed's all we're asking."

Knowing there was no way she could escape these fools' request, Fate lowered her voice to just a whisper but made sure the others could hear her well. "I've no wish to fight you." And as fast as a lightning, she bolted her fist up under Ronald's chin, sending his face backward.

"Try pummeling me, you arrogant son of a bitch!" Alicia screamed in excitement. Ignoring her partner who was lying on the ground, groaning, face covered in blood, she charged forward, fists in the air aiming at Fate. The older twin intended to do a mock punch on her sister's left cheek but as she threw her fist up, the younger blonde had made a quick motion and in an instant, disappeared from Alicia's vision. As fascinating as one could see, Fate hunched down to dodge her sister heavy punch, swiftly turned her body to 90 degree and as the same time struck her other enemy, who had just recovered from the earlier punch and were coming at full speed to reinforce his comrade, in the belly.

Being struck twice in such short time, the bastard clutched at his stomach, gasping loudly for air. Fate was distracted by the noise and Alicia took this as a chance to strike her from behind. She jumped Fate and using all of her strength, she threw her sister by her shoulders away for a good few feet. The fight continued as the three young adults wrestling and screaming and laughing like crazy.

Just when Fate was about to perform her final blow, someone called out from afar.

"Lass, your mother's been damaged!" It was Danty Duff, he had come back with an injured Precia. "You're here, dear."

The three immediately halted whatever they were doing. Fate rushed to the carriage in which Precia was lying unconscious. "Ma!" Her face failed and she could feel her blood running cold as she moved close to inspect her mother. She was as pale as a ghost, her lips were dry and she was mumbling to herself as if she was going through terrible a nightmare.

After some much-needed time to carry Precia into the house, there were only three people left, the twins and Danty Duff. Ronald had freaked out and ran home, not that Fate wanted him there, especially in this situation. They placed their mother in the long wooden dinning table that had faded by the cruel hand of time. Fate washed a towel and put it on her mother's forehead while Alicia was pretending to listen to old Danty's rambling. He flashed back to the time when they were younger, he, Precia and Joseph, together with a few men they raided a landlord's mansion and ended up being captured and beaten til near dead. That was almost 30 years ago, when Fate and Alicia still weren't born.

"And l killed off a fair share myself, to tell the God's truth-"

"Quiet, Danty Duff, for once."

Poor man didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as Fate scolded him. Her mother didn't look at all well and she couldn't rest if someone kept talking non-stop like such. Her mother was old and she knew it. Precia was both physically and mentally strong but as years went by, even the strongest horse who survived the harsh winters would eventually surrender to its hoary age. Never in her life had Fate felt so afraid. She tried her best to push away those negative thoughts but deep down inside, she knew she would have to acknowledge the truth, soon.

"How are you feeling, ma?" The blonde wiped some beads of sweat away from her mother's temples, she reached out and grasped her hand. It was as cold as ice.

"My soul is departing from me, Fate." Precia breathed.

"Don't you talk that way." Fate scolded. This was not the time to say such thing. No, not now, she wasn't ready.

"I'll talk any way I please. I'm dying, I tell you!" The violet-hair woman grunted, she intended to make it easier but her stubborn Blondie would not have it.

"Well, you can't die. We need you here, ma." Burgundy searched dark violet desperately, shimmering in the dimly lit room.

"Need me? What for?" Precia laughed.

Certainly they don't need her anymore. They had grown into fine young women, they can take care of themselves well. What she was regretting right this moment is that she'd never been a good mother to her children. They grew up in poverty, there were days when there was nothing to eat, nothing to keep them warm.

Precia smiled to herself as she recalled the time when her twins were 10, it was a freezing day in mid December and she was sick. Mother and daughters hadn't eaten anything in 2 days except for gruel. And her Fate, she still remembered, so little and so thin had gone out til dusk and brought home a haunch of venison. The little blonde girl avoided her mother's eyes, saying she had picked it on her way down town. The still-sick mother knew all too well her little thing was lying by looking at the slightly freaked-out face and fidgety posture but she was too tired to press on at the moment and they really needed that haunch to eat. So she decided she would have a conversation with her daughter later. After the good meal, Precia had never felt so much better. Guess when you're sick, all you need is a piece of meat, thought the violet-hair woman.

That night, with soft words and much-needed encouragement, Fate finally told her mother everything. She stole the meat from a butcher's in town when he was busy bargaining with a customer. Precia was really upset but when she saw those teary red eyes, she couldn't bring herself to punish the girl. They were starving and she did the only thing all children her age would do. Instead, she pulled the little girl into her arms and murmured in her daughter's ears that even though they're poor, they never steal, and that stealing is a sin and God will punish ones who commit the crime. Fate cried herself to sleep that night in her mother's strong embrace, promising herself and her mother that she would never do it again.

"Her beautiful eyes were a terrible curse…" Precia breathed out a heavy sigh and she stopped breathing.

All occupants in the room held their breath, the air suddenly went dry and cold.

"God bless your soul, poor Precia Testarossa." Danty cried. He took off his hat, face downcast.

"We'd be as well to sell off a thing or two now that she's gone." Alicia said quietly after a while, not precisely to anyone but rather to herself.

"Is that any way to keen over the death of our mother?" Fate asked incredulously. Her eyes widened as she stared at her twin sister. How can she possibly say something like that in this kind of moment, thought the younger blonde.

"Misery's a personal matter, Fate." Alicia scoffed, claret eyes stared right into burgundy ones. "She's left us with a huge debt of rent on the land."

"We'll begin to settle our debt when we harvest the land." Fate turned away, she couldn't bring herself to continue to look into those cold red eyes. She crossed the room to get something to cover her mother's still body when she heard a snort.

"Grow the potatoes and pick them yourself, Fate, you ambitious baby girl!"

"You son of a-" The taller blonde gritted her teeth and was about to charge at Alicia when a hand shot out and grabbed at her wrist.

"Fate!" Precia exclaimed.

Yes, it was her mother and she was talking.

"Jesus and the saints preserve us! We thought you died, Ma." Fate let out a yelp. Just then her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"I did, kiddo. I passed away." Precia smiled, she never felt so awake, so alive.

"But you're talking to us, Ma. And your eyes- they're looking about." The younger twin cautiously stepped closer but still kept some distance away from the lying woman. She still couldn't believe in her eyes, her mother, who was dead a moment ago, now talking as if she'd never been hit.

"I was as dead as a stone, I tell you." She said dreamily as if she was reminiscing about her earlier adventure. "Now shut your mouth before l die again. Come here!"

Reluctantly, the blonde bent down and were grabbed by the shoulders.

"You're an especially odd girl." Precia stroked her daughter's hair affectionately, Fate reminded her so much of her late husband.

"You came back from the dead to tell me that I'm odd?" Fate whispered. She stared blankly at her mother's face.

"You have all kinds of oddities… clattering around in your brain. So had your father when he was as young as you." Violet eyes glittered with love, oh, how she misses Joseph. "But dreams, my girl, in this poor corner of the world...end up in a glass of ale." She sighed, her voice trailed with a slight disappointment.

"No. Not my dreams, Ma. I'll work my own land someday." Fate said determinedly, red irises showed no hesitancy.

"Without land, a man is nothing. That's it. Yeah. Land is a man's very own soul." Precia looked Fate in the eyes, she smiled and continued to stroke the blonde's face. If her Fate says she can do it then she can do it. She had no doubt, she never had doubt on her young blonde. She knew from the day she first hold a crying baby, she knew her child would make her proud. "A miracle- that's what you're looking for. And by God, if you manage it...your old ma and da will be smiling down on you..." she turned away, looking remotely. "…from heaven above."

"Her beautiful eyes

Were a terrible-"

The words died away as she drew her last breath. She could never complete the song, the one her husband used to sing when he was still alive.

"God rest your soul, Ma." Fate said quietly. She would not cry for she would not let her mother from above worry over her. She would make her smile from heaven. That she promised herself.

"God bless your soul, Precia." Danty let out a sob. The old man took off his hat again and for the last time that day.

AN: Nanoha will show up in the next chapter, and there will be some NanoFate moment. Rating may change as the story progresses. See ya next chapter.