Author's Note: Is it wrong to write twincest? I don't own Harvest Moon. Belongs to rightful owners.

I looked up and down the ranch I was going to stay at from now on. And heck, was I displeased. Okay maybe I was holding my feelings back, I was disobliged. The small fields where crops were to be grown was just plain grass and the fencing for farm animals were rickety and decaying from the peeling white paint.

The farmhouse-oh don't get me started at that place. It was bad enough to be surrounded by insect infested grassland but even worse was the outward appearance of the farmhouse. It was small for a house yet could not be labelled a cottage either. There was nothing about it that made it give off an air of friendliness making a home feel. More like you were being sent to an abattoir of doom despite it being covered clumsily by white paint to hide the blood hungry look. Even the animal barns looked safer to sleep in then that place. I shivered. The last thing I needed was to develop a paranoia that serial killers resided here.

Fortunately I had someone who would share the same fate as mine. Hurrying behind me and brimming with disgusting cheerfulness was none other than my twin brother Phillip. He was the person who agreed to bring me along to his new work place after our parents' loss. Phillip was also that one person in the entire world that had some twisted taste for things. One being this darned farm which he so easily favoured.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Phillip grinned jogging beside me. How could this person not see this place looked too shady to live in? "I can't wait to work."

Humph, brilliant. The first thing that goes through this guy's mind was clearing and plowing the grasslands with a hundred percent certainty being bitten by insects and whatever lurked in the tall blades of grass.

"Don't you think we should settle our belongings in the...err, house first?" I suggested, giving Phillip a fake smile. The young man turned his head to face me, eyebrow raised.

"We'll do that later, okay? Just dump your stuff in the house and join me. The mayor Rutger's gonna teach us how to farm. Isn't that great?"

"Farm, huh?" I mumbled, my face growing dark and the plastic-fake grin instantly fading. Phillip chuckled to himself which he oddly found satisfying and turned to check out the barns. Racing into the barns like an excited child, I watched as Phillip exclaimed in enthusiasm at the already inbuilt feeding system.

I groaned to myself as I dragged my luggage towards the dreadful wreck of a human residence. The builder must have been drunk, building this load of cra-

"LILLIAN! Hurry up! You've GOTTA see this!" hollered Phillip from the barn. Cursing him from under my breath, I hauled my bags to the front door and turned the (blood stained?) handle. I let it swing with a loud creak as it revealed the expecting horrors within. To my surprise the furniture inside this building wasn't all bad and decaying. Actually I could have sworn some of the furniture like the bookshelf and kitchen were brand new. Well that was a relief. For a second I thought this town Bluebell actually prioritised the animals' living standards over the humans'.

I dropped my bags of belongings and flexed my sore shoulders and arms. With a face that already showed decreasing aghast at where and what I was to stay and become, I turned to exit the front doorway, sparing the honour of inspecting the house's interior.

I still couldn't believe my luck though, landing a free place in the country side. If you put aside the atrocious living conditions of this peaceful town I'd say you'd land with a very tranquil lifestyle. The mountain area was quite the hike and the spectacle and the animals chattered gaily, similar to those in Disney films. I prayed the villagers were saner then my mental twin brother whom I so far wanted to avoid talking to at all costs.

We only met the day before at the train station leading to the country side. When I first laid my eyes on Phillip I could only notice the canny resemblance of his face with mine. Even if we were fraternal twins I could only congratulate my parents for making us so alike.

"Heeey," greeted Phillip instantly recognising me. I looked up and down at him, still in awe. He was tall, somewhat skinny and had slightly messy carrot orange hair. He wore boots that shockingly resembled mine as they squelched on the train platform. His attire wasn't too bad, in fact, if I was gender bent I would bizarrely fit the appearance.

"So uh, you're Phillip then?" I said as he approached. I held out my hand in courteous greeting and Phillip accepted, shaking my hand firmly. We looked like travelling business people, agreeing to join forces and whatnot. Actually that's exactly what we were going to do.

"And you must be Lillian!" beamed Phillip also examining my appearance although he was the first to break it, "Wow, you look so much like me, almost as if I'm looking in a mirror I must say."

'I must say'? That's what I usually add in my matter-of-fact sentences. I guess me and Phillip were naturally alike, being twins and all. Still, this was so coincidental.

"Yeah...so you know where we're going right?" I asked stepping back after our hands withdrew. Phillip nodded and pointed to the distant green mountain area, his face glowering.

"There are two towns living on either side of that tallest mountain there," he said, pointing towards it. "We'll be living in Bluebell which is one of the towns there."

"That's great!" I smiled pleasantly, eager to start my new life there. But that enthusiasm I showed was before I found out the ordeal of having to work as a farmer. I guess Phillip wanted to keep it a surprise for me in hopes of me opening up to him in joy and gratitude. I still felt awkward though as we sped through the forest area in the roaring steam train. I couldn't really shove off the presence of the secretive air Phillip was holding in as he sat opposite of me, beaming meekly.

Annnnd finished for this chapter which follows as the second part of the introduction. More Bluebell characters and events dished up for the following chapters.