Snowlit Dreams – Chapter 2
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harvest Moon, or ANY of the characters that are in any official Harvest Moon media. Also, I seem to have this crap down, so I'll get better at this little by little until I actually know what the chuck I'm doing ;
Also, this story is the story I'm using for my upcoming HM fangame, Harvest Moon: Snowlit Dreams.
Black is such an ugly color. It signifies nothing good. Darkness, shadows, a moonless night, nothing that could possibly bring joy to the hearts of whoever has the privilege of seeing such a color. But you know, I guess that doesn't matter to anybody when they go to funerals. I thought funerals were supposed to be a day of remembering the GOOD things of the people who passed. But obviously nobody cares about what they did during their life aswell. They'd rather cry, and whine, and shake. They'd rather act pitiful, and question the unseen Gods about the death of their loved one. They'd rather act quiet, and go into states of depression for months at a time. I don't understand what purpose it serves to act such a way, but let them do it. I don't need to show people that I'm hurting. Thats a chump way to get attention from others.
As Dan walked over to the table with the beef and gravy on it, signaling the person behind him to go ahead, his mother approached him with great haste. He received a smack to the left cheek with power strong enough to scare even the burliest of men. She then pushed him into an area where they were alone, and demanded him an explanation for the way he acted at the reception. "Why is it that your so mad about the way I act? It not like its hurting anybody" said a semi-frustrated Dan. He DID get hit in front of the entire family plus whoever his Mom could dig up to come here. His Mom puffed a cigarette that she just lit, and said "Its never you, right Dan? Its just me, and my nit-picking self. Its always my problem and not yours. But sometimes, especially today, your a real jerk. You could at least SHOW some sort of remorse for your father's death, let alone your grandfather." "Like I said Mom, I don't need to cry in front of a bunch of people I don't know or care about, to get a bunch of sympathy that I don't want." At this point, his Mother had flicked her cigarette away in sheer frustration, and walked away for a couple seconds, before turning around and walking back to him.
"At least you can do a favor for Me. Not even just me, but your father and grandfather aswell. Do you know of the island off to the northeast of here?" Dan pondered for a moment, before his Mom hit him upside the head with her purse. "You loser of a son, don't tell me you forgot about the island your Dad and grandfather bought land off of. Its called 'Breeze Island' or something, but thats irrelevant. Do you remember the island I'm speaking of?" "I guess I do, if you mean that one I went to as a kid. Whats so great about that place? Plan on retiring there?" "No, but I plan on making you retire there." "Come again?" "Your father said that if anything ever happened to him, he would want you to take the land he bought, and care for it. Heres the deed and all. I trust you'll make your two deceased ones proud, will you not?"
Wait, huh? Deed? Land? Breezy whats?
Dan's Mom walked off with a final message. "A ticket to the island is in the envelope along with the deed. You should take whatever you can to the island, there isn't much outside contact with the island once you get there. And one more thing. I'm fragile, and old, Dan. I can't hold up much longer, and I'll need somebody to support me. As my only surviving son, I trust you with all my heart. Make me proud." She then got into the limo that was to escort her to the house she used to share with her husband, until now. That old woman, she was always a strange one to deal with, never knowing what emotions she had. But then after a while of think about his sweet old Mom, Dan burst into an outrage. How could she just push something like this onto him so fast? I mean, its not like there was any warning or anything, how does she know if he'll accept or not.
Oh yeah, he had no house or job.
After realizing his forced fate, he then attempted to wait for the bus that would take him home, but they don't like to show up on time on Sundays. As he walked the 4 miles between his worn down apartment and the post-funeral reception, he started thinking about the island he was destined to live on. "Its not like I can remember anything about the place" he thought in his head. "But then again, I do recall it snowing a lot there while watching the news. Some kinda winter magnet or something. Jeez, now I've gotta buy more jackets and stuff."
"Oh crap, that place isn't developed at ALL." Dan started making jokes about the island within his head, making him laugh like a madman all the way to his front door. Opening the already unlocked door, he found all his belongings already moved out with a piece of paper on the floor.
"We moved all your crap to the boat. Its leaving at 6, so try to get there before we decide to throw your stuff in the ocean."
It was 5:30, and he was nowhere near the port. How in the world he was supposed to get there was beyond anything. He needed the power of MIRACLE.
End Chapter.
Yes, I found this chapter to be boring. It was all like "Lol story placement" and such, nothing like the ownage first chapter. I'll try to bring the suckage down in the next chapter.