Claire sat on her bed, her long blond strands of hair like curtains, separating her from the rest of the world. She eyed the old wooden boards that creaked with each step she made, to the dusting bookshelf that she hadn't visited in awhile, and then back at the small note in her hands. She then sighed, the harvest goddess and the sprites had disappeared, because of her... "What am I going to do...?" she whispered to herself. She ran a hand through her silky blond hair. She walked out the door and began to clear the fields of rubbish.