Author's Note: So I just bought Harvest Moon: My Little Shop for the Wiiware and it is...interesting. It's definitely a spin off game with a bunch of cameos, but I'm okay with that to be honest. But I immediately fell in love with one of the new characters- Mint, the girl who runs the Animal Store. I don't know what it is about her, but I LOVE her- planning to take her on the Starry Night Festival and give her the Clover Necklace! She's utterly adorable! So I decided to write about one of my favorite Harvest Moon characters, the Witch Princess, along with a new favorite, Mint. This will be a short multi-chapter (most likely 5 chapters long) but I promise it shall be amazing! ...hopefully.
As always, please review and tell me what I could improve on!
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I had been called beautiful, gorgeous even, at one time. A slim figure, garbed in an ebony gown that fit my body nearly perfectly and crowned with a golden mane that reached down to brush against the floor. A lovely girl with a sweet disposition.
But now I am but a hollow husk of my former self. My slender frame had been consumed by a bony build of a bitter old witch and my mane had thinned to reveal a fallow field of faded sandpaper. A horrid old hag with a nasty temper.
I see those types of girls all day long. Strutting along down the streets of the city with their expensive diamond jewelry and their prissy little mutts that seem as though they would snap your finger clean off if you got anywhere slightly close to their masters. Mangy fleabags.
I have been cast out of their ranks. I was once their queen, leading them on with an iron fist, casting down any less fortunate than us. I would shove them to the floor and spit to show them just how worthless they were. I was every girl's idol. But fame was never meant to last- at least, not for me.
I had pushed my luck a bit too far. One girl I had been particularly malicious to. I had no real reason but to be cruel- only to prove my worth. But she had kept a tiny detail a secret- she was a witch. A sorceress that could put a hex on anyone she so happened to despise and slowly but surely transform them into a witch as well. And who enraged her so greatly that she hexed them right then and there, for the entire world to observe?
Me- Lolita Vivianne. The Witch Princess.
My bones began to creak and crack, distorting my once attractive physique. My wavy honey blonde locks stiffened and became brittle like rusted metal. And my elegant black dress ripped apart at the seams and was replaced by a violet witch cloak that draped across her skin, binding her to her new form.
She was a witch and a witch she would remain. She was horrid. She was tainted. And now, her appearance reflected exactly what she was inside- a wicked old witch.
And here I glide above the gradually dissolving Clover Town- an idiot infested village not even worth my time to terrorize. But I had been sent here on a mission by someone I wholeheartedly despised- the Witch King, Lancet. He had ordered his minion (in other words, his slave) to investigate this hick town due to rumors spreading through the grapevine that this once abandoned land was beginning to blossom- all on account of an adolescent boy that came merely to help his elderly grandparents run a measly rundown shack of a shop and found himself in charge of a successful business (the lucky little brat).
But the town was, as I soon found, incredibly boring. Only a handful of shops littered the streets of the town and other than that, there was honestly nothing I could find to possibly occupy my time doing. I had already accomplished my mission- examine the actions of the inhabitants and create a map of the town's layout.
That had been taken care of in an hour- the villagers talk... and talk... and talk... and talk. Oh, and buy vegetable juice, decorated eggs and ice cream straight from a cow for Goddess knows what reason. The town had three areas- a windmill, a street with shops and a farm. Whoopdee freaking doo.
But Lancet, the fool, had required me to stay here for two entire days. What was I supposed to do here? Go shopping? I don't think so. Shopping wasn't really my forte. I was more of a "prank all of the townsfolk" sorta girl. ...But some ice cream wouldn't hurt, right?
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"I don't know how you do it, Cory, but this ice cream is delicious! Even better than last time!" I squealed and licked my ice cream cone tastefully. The flavors had blended together perfectly and I knew he had made it special just for me. Because it was my special day. The day where my regrets become distant woes and my worries fade into nothingness- my birthday. Or as Cory and I called it, our celebration of coming one year closer to extinction.
"Well, it is your birthday, Mint. So I thought I would do something special and make today's ice cream with Golden Milk- I know it's your favorite." The youth replied, his cheeks turning the tiniest tint of pink.
I glanced up from my dessert and stared. Not only had he finally perfected his Mint Ice Cream recipe, but he had used the finest ingredients just for me? Did that mean he...no, no. Don't be stupid, Mint.
"Thank you so much, Cory! You're the sweetest guy I think I've ever met!" I wrapped my free arm around him in an embrace and he reluctantly returned it. Was I trying too hard? I sure hoped I wasn't...
"Anything for you, Mint. You're my best friend after all. Nothing more, nothing less." He responded as we pulled apart and I could feel my cheeks heating up. I cursed myself for letting my emotions get the worst of me.
"Yeah. Best friends. ...right." I stared down at the floor panels and my behavior was immediately noticed by Cory. He stepped closer to me and rested a hand on my shoulder.
"Mint, is something wrong? Was it something I said?" He asked, a concerned frown plastered on his face. I shook my head, my hair whipping his face.
I suddenly felt something well up inside of me. An emotion so fierce I couldn't control it. It was something I had never experienced before- not towards him. This feeling- it could only be the wicked Wrath, wrapping around my soul. Digging it's talons into my very being, whispering doubts.
He doesn't love you. He couldn't love you. He will never think of you as anything more than a friend. How can you just stand there and let him say such awful things- think such horrific thoughts? Do something- do it now!
Impulsively, I slapped his hand off of my shoulder, pushed his slender body away from mine and bolted out of the shop, hot tears streaming down my face.
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Outside of the store, I, the Witch Princess, cackle. I sat perched on my broomstick, my violet robe and black cloak floating gently in the wind. Trickery was my strong point, magic my master. And seeing as how that worthless Witch King had wasted my time sending me on a pointless mission he knew very well I would accomplish in a mere day. But I had a feeling that he might have ulterior motives- he knew I would play some pranks on the innocent folk.
This sweet, pure girl had been my first victim. Her sandy blonde locks tied back in a coral bandanna, a honey gingham dress and fashionable denim jeans- it reminded me of myself...or at least my former self, all those years ago.
I couldn't stand her. Bubbly, outgoing, generous- picture perfect in every way. I think I'm gonna puke. And then her little "boyfriend" or whatever a pair of love struck teens who act completely oblivious to each other's feelings but secretly know it deep down call each other. A younger boy with a similar look- they could most likely pass for siblings. He had opened up a outlet in the middle of nowhere and by a stroke of luck had turned the town around. He spread happiness like magic- how utterly adorable.Yuck.
Love was something I completely despised and it resonated out of me like a virus. Any person tainted by my aura would inevitably lose the person they had devoted their heart to to another man or woman who would in turn break their heart. She was cursed, her heart was hexed and she would pass on this epidemic 'til there was no one left to break apart.
This relationship was no different. It wouldn't have worked out anyways. She would confess her love for him but by the time she would have worked up the nerves to come out and just say it, he would have move on to another girl with a better body, a better personality- a better everything. And she would have been crushed underneath her own heartbreak that she would've wanted to end it all and...
I don't have time to reminisce. I have more mischief to cause. More hearts to break. More lives to curse. So many things to destroy, and so little time to do it in. Looks like I've got my work cut out for me.
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Author's Note: This actually started out as a Seven Deadly Sins story featuring the Witch Princess but I decided against it and found myself writing this! It will still deal with the Seven Deadly Sins and most chapters will be named after them (Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, etc.). Also, please help me out and request for Mint (along with the other My Little Shop) characters to be added to the list of Harvest Moon characters- I would really appreciate it!
-DivineJudgment