Disclaimer: I do not own this property known as "Harvest Moon", for it is the creation of Natsume and Marvelous Interactive. Acknowledge this as truth.
Harvest Moon
Might of the Pen
A shadow of despair was upon the kingdom of Lunaria. The conquest of Marylyn, the Mistress of Shadows, was all but complete having conquered not only countless territories, but also the legendary hero himself. With her grand ambition so close to fruition, only two figures stood in her way.
Back in the Grand Hall of Lunaria Castle, the noble King Timothy Trent sat at the throne, contemplating the situation.
"How could the Great Rock have fallen so easily? Could Marylyn's power truly be that terrifying? No… I musn't lose hope. We have but one hero left, but I haven't heard a word from her since she pursued the Dark Knight Gray for vengeance. I must have faith!" he thought.
"Uh, Sir! It …er…seems we got us some sort of visitor person!" The spectacled court mage announced.
"Tell whoever it is that the King is too busy to deal with such trifling affairs right now! I can't afford to waste my time during a war!" King Trent ordered.
"Ah, okay then… I'll just have to tell Jillian the Light to back off then! Sorry to waste your time, my king." The court mage replied.
"Wait, Rick! What did you just say?"
"Jillian the Light, sir. I think it's kinda strange you'd shoo off a great hero, but I won't be questioning orders anytime soon! Of she goes, then!"
"Wait, no! Rick, stop! Why didn't you who she was earlier?" King Trent demanded.
"Well, uh… you did say you were busy, so I didn't think it matter."
"Ah, geez… rescind the order! Let her in! And please tell me the identity of my audience before do such a thing again…" King Trent sighed.
"Sorry my King. Durr… I'm so stupid!" Rick replied while knocking on his forehead.
At once, a presence of awe-inspiring hope filled the hall as the kingdom's last great hero made her presence known. Her soft, flowing brunette hair; her brilliant amethyst eyes; and her shining white armor was a great relief to behold. Slowly but surely, she made her great stride towards the great king until she was within a decent distance and kneeled down.
"Ah, Jillian the Light! I am much thankful for your eventful return! How did your pursuit with Gray go?" King Trent asked.
"That cruel bastard! I was finally able to corner him, and nearly finished him off in our duel, but then Marylyn stepped in repelled me as they fled!" she reported.
"A shame… so we were close in eliminating a key threat, only to be thwarted in the end. At the very least, it is clear that Marylyn still holds great value over her knight. Hopefully, it won't come down to it, but our last stand may come down to having to face their combined might. This doesn't bode well…" the King confessed.
"My Liege… what about Sir Rock?" Jillian asked.
"Ah, yes… your longtime mentor. I am sad to say that after a decisive battle with Marylyn, he fell under her terrible power and was taken by her evil forces. Surely, he fought bravely, but alas…"
Jillian suddenly formed her hand into a mighty fist of rage.
"No… NO!! SIR ROCK!! I… I WON'T LET THIS STAND!" she proclaimed.
"Jillian, calm yourself!" King Trent orderd, "You are the kingdom's last and greatest hope. We cannot afford to loose you to sudden reckless abandon. If you are to stand a chance, you must remain composed."
Jillian's anger then turned to sorrow.
"I'm… I'm so sorry, your liege. It's just… Sir Rock meant so much to me. I didn't believe it was possible that anyone could defeat him."
King Trent nodded understandingly.
"You must hold on… Unfortunately, I have no choice but to invest my strength in protecting the Capital from evil forces, but I believe in you. Sir Rock's power and experience lies with you… as well as my faith."
"Y-your highness..."
The wise and handsome king rose from his throne to approach the disoriented warrior.
"M-my liege? What are you--"
Before she could say any further, the emotionally frail heroine was caught was in the embrace of her ruler.
"I promise, you will have my aid." He assured her.
At that moment, Jillian could not hold back her tears. All she could do was cry rivers upon her king's chest.
"Well, what'd you think?" an eager girl with a brunette ponytail cried.
The audience before her at Forget-Me-Not Valley's Inn was filled with mixed reactions upon the extensive manuscript they were exposed to. Apparently, it was made up various people whom inspired the story's characters.
"Rick is NOT a bumbling dumbass… even if he fits the image of a Court Magister."
"And Karen isn't some homicidal S&M slut who has her head up in her ass!"
"I'm pretty sure Vesta isn't a 50 ft. tall ogre who eats babies for breakfast!"
"What's you're problem with Popuri? And Chickens for that matter? Making her some maniacal Chicken Necromancer like that…"
"Why'd you make Cliff such a hopeless, suicidal emo anyway? Just to give you another reason to look good?"
"Ha, looks like someone's got a crush on a guy or two… you really like making Rock and Trent sound like total hotties. And what's this? It almost sounds like you're trying to seduce Gray to the "side of light", huh? Having a little fantasy harem running about in your head?"
"BACK OFF!! SHE'S JUST TRYING TO WRITE A STORY HERE, YOU DON'T HAVE TO TAKE IT SO HARSHLY, YEESH!"
The crowd was astounded to see a certain braided red-head stand up against them.
"All of the characters were very well-written and thoroughly described, and you all of you loose it just because she doesn't use everybody in a flattering way! Well you know what? Bullocks, to you! Not everyone in an epic can be the good guy, or else it would be a boring! And maybe some of you just can't stand seeing your bad sides paper! Take that! Who's the jerk now? Look at me now! I'm here to kick ass and drink cups of tea, but I'm all out of tea, baby! "
Regardless of her valiant defense, most of the crowd left grumbling very disparaging things about the hopeful writer.
"Aw… don't listen to them, Jill! They're just jealous about your amazing writing talent!" the red-head defended.
"Thanks, Ann." She said. "But… you didn't happen to defend me because I made you such an awesome sidekick in my story, did you?"
Ann froze briefly, and then started laughing nervously.
"N-no! Of course not! We're good friends, aren't we, Jill? You're allowed to make me a hideous Swamp Monster and you'd still get a raving review from me if you deserved it, you know? You can always count on me!" Ann replied shakily.
"…Right. Always a pal, Little Annie."
"Not a Problem, Big Jill!"
The affable pair shared then a laugh and hug.
"I'm sorry to say, but I gotta head back to Mineral Town, too. Dad'll freak if I'm not back soon enough." Ann mentioned regretfully.
"That's okay, I understand. That Inn needs all the help it can get. And you're one of the best sweepers it can have." Jill smiled.
"Thanks. If you're in need of another bad guy, I know a certain Black-haired Chicken Freak that could use a good pounding in that story of yours." Ann smirked, "Later."
"Bye."
The red-haired tomboy then left in a hurry, leaving a very quiet atmosphere for the aspiring writer to slam her head upon a desk.
"Ugh… my writing sucks after all, doesn't it? I know you were trying to stand up for me all that time, Ann, but seeing all those offended faces… I'm not sure if I can go on with this story. I actually feel like a real tool just for thinking of writing in the first place…" she sighed to herself.
"Um… excuse me..." a soft voice called out.
Slowly, but surely, Jill lifted her head and turned to see a bespectacled librarian with black hair who stayed behind the ornery pack.
"Mary? What are you still doing here?"
Yep, Cliffhanger. I'm making this baby a two-shot. So… what IS Mary still doing there? Is she there to make any comments about why she was designated as the Villain of the story? And why would she make her the villain in the first place when she's crushing on Rock? Or the Doctor? Then again, she could've been planning her "Dark Knight" to suddenly turn as suggested earlier.
Just be patient for now and give me some feedback if you can, folks…