Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Harvest Moon. Just, quit asking okay? And, well… maybe I should hire Rock to do these monotonous disclaimers. He makes it more amusing with his buffoonery.

Rock: What was that?

Chicken Yuki: Wanna be my future Disclaimer Jocky?

Rock: How much does it pay?

Chicken Yuki: Nothing… but you get to talk to the lady readerse in this community.

Rock: Deal.

Chicken Yuki: But no destroying the place with your "Deadly Rave" dance skills, or claiming to be the villain of a story, ESPECIALLY when you're not in it, got it?

Rock: ….

Somewhere out at sea, with the sun shining brightly, two characters were out traveling by boat.

One was a balding middle-aged man with dark eyes, a dark blue military cap with a golden wing pattern and black rim, a navy blue shirt with blue uniformly pants, and bright silver shoulder pads with a pair of iron-toed boots.

The other was a young man with short, raven-black hair and deep sapphire eyes. He wore a light blue jean jacket over a red cowboy shirt, and a pair of light blue jeans. Around his neck was a handkerchief with a flame pattern on it. In his left hand, he grasped a very ornate sword with oriental characters inscribed that glowed with a burning crimson hue.

"That's a mighty fine blade, you got there, son!" The older man grinned.

"Made it myself, actually! I happen to be a Craftknight, don't you know!" the young swordsman answered proudly.

"Oh, a Craftknight, eh? Yeah, I heard about them fighting blacksmiths. So, you must be a Lyndbaumian?" the man inquired.

The young Craftknight shook his head. "Nah, I sorta just went up and moved to the continent since it was the only place known for this kind of thing. But I spent many days and nights training in Neo Wystern. Really nice place, but I guess that's what's to expected for the capital."

"Really, now? I heard Neo Wystern's supposed to be a busy place full of fun and adventure, considering all the warriors running about it." The older man said with certain excitement.

The young swordsman nodded as he recalled fond moments. "Yup. Beating the tar out of cocky upstarts, meeting beautiful older girls, and gathering materials for the finest weapons. Neo Wystern is great!" he cried.

He then gazed off into the distance.

"Of course, when you've been away from a place that's been like home to you for what seems like forever, you to have feelings of yearning… so I'm really looking forward to going back to good old Mineral Town to show the folks I've accomplished my dream." He said fondly.

"A home to look forward too… I understand the feeling. Got a place I call home myself in the port town of Shadaloo. It's a reasonably exalted place, but it's peaceful enough." The old sailor responded.

Suddenly, the usual shining sun became envolved by darkness, as black clouds began covering the skies.

"That's odd… those clouds seem to be coming from up ahead… where Mineral Town is. And there doesn't seem to be rain going on…" the swordsman noted.

Indeed, as they came closer to their destination, a dark fog became increasingly apparent.

"Wh-what is this? It's like the darkness is taking over…" the Craftknight said with a quiver.

"Indeed. I would normally not be bothered by these conditions as night, living the life of a sailor and all, but this is certainly cause for concern in the middle of the day. What sort of sorcery could be causing this?" the old man asked.

The concerned Craftknight squinted his eyes towards the fog before him and felt a chill run down his spine.

"It's… it's evil…" the swordsman growled.

The sailor looked at his companion curiously. "Serious? You believe it be a demon that caused this nightmare?" he asked.

The Craftknight nodded with utter confidence. "There's no mistake. Something sinister is afoot, and it's trying to take Mineral Town as its own."

Although dubious at first, the Sailor gave him an understanding look. "Alright. I guess we better step on it if we want to help your precious town, Mr. Craftknight. And who knows? Maybe a warrior such as yourself can make a name aiding this cursed town?"

"Perhaps…" the Craftknight said solemnly.

He then adjusted the motor at full speed as to waste as little time as possible.

"By the way, little Hero. What is the name of Mineral Town's would-be savior, anyway?"

The Craftknight closed his eyes and took a deep breath before identifying myself.

"I am Mitchel Blaze, and I've just been appointed as the Craftlord of Iron…"