The Moondrop Saga
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Disclaimer: *Sigh* These are SO stupid. I don't own Harvest Moon; rich people do. However, I DO own this fanfic.
It's my first fanfic, so please be gentle on the flames. But it's not like flamers ever do listen to these, do they?
Anyway, for the sake of this story, I've changed a few things. For instance, in this chapter, you'll find that there is an inn in Flowerbud Village. I've played HM64 and know there is no inn. Just play along, okay? ^_^ Reviews and friendly criticism will be appreciated!
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Prologue
Grandpa was dying. I knew it...everyone did. He's been sick for nearly a year now, with some disease that no one, not even the most skilled doctors, seemed to know how to cure. "It's untreatable," most of them said, after giving Grandpa an examination. They didn't know what to do about the situation, which was a dilemma similar to the one my family and I had: We didn't know anything except for the fact that Grandpa was dying...and that there was nothing we could do about it.
Those were exactly my thoughts as I marched up the dusty path that led to my grandfather's farm, the Moondrop Ranch. Back when I was a kid, I would often visit Grandpa there during the Summer. It used to be famous for its gardens of beautiful Moondrop flowers, but that was back in the old days. Now, the only things that were left on the ranch's long-neglected fields were rocks, weeds and stumps, all of which had taken over after Grandpa became too weak to tend to his farm chores.
The farm was located on the outskirts of Flowerbud Village, a tiny--and I mean, tiny--town that only had a population of about fifty people. Nonetheless, they had an inn, and that was where I've been staying for the past three nights, ever since my father and I arrived at the village. (Grandpa had requested our presence.) Dad, who is old, gray and a bit overprotective, to say the least, forced me to while he watched over Grandpa at the farm. I don't know why--it's not like I'm a little kid any more. I'm eighteen, a man and old enough to take care of my own kin! I want to see my grandfather before he dies, goddamn it! Yet, Dad still won't relent, being the bastard that he is. He lets me visit the farm for a short while during the day, though, so that was where I was headed to at the moment. After all, I'm pretty sure that Grandpa isn't going to be around for much longer.
I guess it would've been a nice walk, as the weather was gorgeous. It was the last day of Winter, but the temperature was warm and balmy. Little areas of green could be seen between patches of melting snow, and the bright sun and blue sky overhead would make any normal person giddy. But then again, I wasn't normal. My grandfather was dying...
And I couldn't do anything about it.
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I know, I know, it was short. But this is only the prologue! Stay tuned for Chapter 1, coming in a day or two!
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Disclaimer: *Sigh* These are SO stupid. I don't own Harvest Moon; rich people do. However, I DO own this fanfic.
It's my first fanfic, so please be gentle on the flames. But it's not like flamers ever do listen to these, do they?
Anyway, for the sake of this story, I've changed a few things. For instance, in this chapter, you'll find that there is an inn in Flowerbud Village. I've played HM64 and know there is no inn. Just play along, okay? ^_^ Reviews and friendly criticism will be appreciated!
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Prologue
Grandpa was dying. I knew it...everyone did. He's been sick for nearly a year now, with some disease that no one, not even the most skilled doctors, seemed to know how to cure. "It's untreatable," most of them said, after giving Grandpa an examination. They didn't know what to do about the situation, which was a dilemma similar to the one my family and I had: We didn't know anything except for the fact that Grandpa was dying...and that there was nothing we could do about it.
Those were exactly my thoughts as I marched up the dusty path that led to my grandfather's farm, the Moondrop Ranch. Back when I was a kid, I would often visit Grandpa there during the Summer. It used to be famous for its gardens of beautiful Moondrop flowers, but that was back in the old days. Now, the only things that were left on the ranch's long-neglected fields were rocks, weeds and stumps, all of which had taken over after Grandpa became too weak to tend to his farm chores.
The farm was located on the outskirts of Flowerbud Village, a tiny--and I mean, tiny--town that only had a population of about fifty people. Nonetheless, they had an inn, and that was where I've been staying for the past three nights, ever since my father and I arrived at the village. (Grandpa had requested our presence.) Dad, who is old, gray and a bit overprotective, to say the least, forced me to while he watched over Grandpa at the farm. I don't know why--it's not like I'm a little kid any more. I'm eighteen, a man and old enough to take care of my own kin! I want to see my grandfather before he dies, goddamn it! Yet, Dad still won't relent, being the bastard that he is. He lets me visit the farm for a short while during the day, though, so that was where I was headed to at the moment. After all, I'm pretty sure that Grandpa isn't going to be around for much longer.
I guess it would've been a nice walk, as the weather was gorgeous. It was the last day of Winter, but the temperature was warm and balmy. Little areas of green could be seen between patches of melting snow, and the bright sun and blue sky overhead would make any normal person giddy. But then again, I wasn't normal. My grandfather was dying...
And I couldn't do anything about it.
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I know, I know, it was short. But this is only the prologue! Stay tuned for Chapter 1, coming in a day or two!
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