I do not own Harvest Moon.
The note appears above my head like a little gift from heaven, and I harness its magic before it can escape. I almost smile at the pulse of the energy running through me. It feels right, natural, and I wish for a moment that I could keep it for myself. Quickly I erase the thought. No. My mother needs this far more. I sigh. The sense of dread and exhaustion grows inside me. I've never been in a marathon, but I imagine this is how it must feel halfway through the race. Well, twenty notes down, only thirty to go.