Fanfic Based Upon Harvest Moon 64 (Nintendo 64)

This fanfic is dedicated to:

The GameFAQs Harvest Moon Social Board, you are all... most of you... Um... Well, we are all part of the same board, and I have grown accustomed to you, thanks for sticking around for so long. Thank you.

My step uncle and his baby daughter who recently passed in a terrible car accident, I hope for the recovery of my aunt, currently in critical condition.

My mother, father, and even my brother. You have done so much for me, I could never have asked for a better family, thank you.

God, I may not know which religion is the true religion, but I have faith in His greatness. I have been able to survive through many deadly situations in my life thanks to you, thank you God, thank you!

The staff at for their generosity in making it possible to put my fanfiction on this grand website. Thank you.

Lastly, my readers. You are why I write, and I am glad so many of you have read my previous attempts at fanfiction. Without you, this would be without reason. Thank you.

Authors Notes: I haven't much to say really, I am very proud of this work and decided to put it up here, and hope all of you will enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

Rated PG-13 because I have posted on a site only accepting 13 users. It may or may not have situations that call for such a rating, but I will not risk it.

The ability of my writing went up during the time I wrote each chapter, so expect it to get better, and sorry if it seems to be a bit novice at first.

Enjoy!

Prologue - Death Through the Lament of Beauty

In a bed of flowers, in the night, a beautiful young woman with pink, flowing hair and in a long, large dress, sits in wonder to herself… "A beauty lying across the landscape, a thing of wonder… The wondrous pallet of brilliant colors, a greatness, human word is for naught in the description of such a sight… A grand array of smells, as it hits your nose; you are enveloped by its delicate greatness… A flower is seen as a brilliantly crafted gift from the great Goddess herself, a labor of love. Yes, one can see many things within a flower; the life contained within such has inspired poetry, songs… and love… I look into the night sky, at that big, silver moon… Alone… To wonder… Why has love not found me amongst the flowers?" The young woman gets to her knees, stars shining overhead, a tear comes to her eye as she prays, "Oh, Great Goddess, please grant me my desire, our family has pledged their lives for the life of the flowers, now the land, once dry and lifeless, is graced with the presence of flowers and trees, I have but one wish… Love… I wish for the love of a man of pure heart and soul, a man who will vow his life unto me, and mine unto him… Please… Your grace is forever in our debt." And with the end of that prayer, she stands from that spot, and sadly walks out of the forest… A wolf howls in the distance.

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A dark room, no light shines through the window on this morning as the skies grow gray, and the birds stop chirping… This is a somber day for the Village of many roses. Many crowd around the bed, in dress of black, not a word is spoken, what can there be said? The success of the village, the happiness of the village, the laughter of the village… Lie dead in the bed in front of them. The village, they knew him so well they never did call him by his name, but always as 'Grandpa'… He had been deteriorating in the past recent days, but… It was so unexpected… They now file past him, the woman laying a rose on his chest and then kissing his cheek, the men laying a rock on under his legs and then touching his hand… The pastor, even he was at a loss of words, as they file on. As finally the last person files past, the pastor readies himself for the ceremony he must make… for his greatest friends death… The pastor, obviously with deep pain, comes to pick up the body, as they all follow him out to the forest, and to the river.

The pastor lies the body on the ground next to the river, and prays for his safe sending to the afterlife, tears streaming throughout, as he prays, the village goes to their knees and joins him in prayer, nearly everyone in tears, the others trying to hold them back. The pastor picks up Grandpa, "May this soul pass safely, please Goddess, watch over his soul. Your grace is forever in our debt." And with this, slowly lowers Grandpa to the water, the body floats slowly and calmly down the stream.

An older, pink-haired individual whispers to her husband, "Where is his son?! Shouldn't he be here for the proceedings?"

The man in adventurers clothing replies, "I thought you knew, he is preparing his fathers memorial stones… He couldn't bear to come… Poor man."

The older woman lowering her head, "Wow, that is quite sad indeed… I feel bad for him."

The body is watched as it floats farther, farther, and farther yet as it floats into the distance…

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Wheezing, puffing, panting all the way, a strange young man runs from a dock, "Wh-Where is everyone?!" he yells as he runs along the beach, "IHuff!!!/I I-I hope I'm not too late!" He wheezes as he rushes up a steep hill to find a ranch, "Maybe I'm not too late! Nobody was at the ranch!" As he makes a sharp turn, running ever faster away from the ranch, to find…

"Father!!!" He yells in a tired relief.

His father turns his head down away from his son, "Jack! H-How could you miss your own grandfathers funeral?!"

The young mans face suddenly goes cold, "You mean?!"

"Yes, they have already finished the funeral proceedings… How could you miss it?!"

"I-I tried! I really did! How was I supposed to know that the boat would be 12 hours late?"

"Now is not the time for jokes! This has not been a great day for me, I had to go to see my fathers' funeral, and you make it worse by dishonoring him! Get out of my sight!"

"B-But!"

His father turns away and walks off into the village, leaving the young man on the dusty dirt road…

…Rather than dishonoring his father any further by showing up at the funeral prayer proceedings, he decides to go off to the farm he so well remembered from childhood.

In astonishment, he sees the once grand farm of his childhood… In ruins… A tear comes to his eye to see what had become of the farm… and how bad his grandfathers' sickness was to have to leave the ranch in such a bad condition, "I can not leave the farm like this, I must bring it back to its original glory! Not just for me… but for my family, I can not leave our relations like this, if I can build the farm back to the way it used to be…" Lost in his thoughts, he hears nothing but what his mind is telling him, and can not hear the fast-approaching foot steps…

"Ahh!!!" Jack is tackled by an unknown force, and turns around to find… "Hiro!" It is the dog he remembers all too well, the same dog now licking at the young mans face is the same one, which tackled him down as a little kid at the farm… He was still alive after all that time!

"With Hiro by my side, I will clean this farm up, raise crops, animals, and enjoy the nature… This life might not be so bad… I think I can see why grandpa so greatly wanted to stay here." His face, now loosing its original cheer, he recalls so many great memories with his grandfather… "Why did he have to go?"

Solemnly, the young man walks to the crossroads where he bumped into his father before, to find his father, with tears, walking out of the village… "Wait!!!"

His father turns to see his son, "Go away, haven't you dishonored me enough?"

"I want to ask you of your blessing, I would like to take over the farm, I want to return it to what it once was… I believe that is what Grandfather would have wished for…"

His father, turning around, looks up at his child, "What? Is this a game to you!? You cannot really be serious… You think you can do this?"

"With time, yes, I will get better, but I can not just stand by while the farm I remember from so long ago, that held so many childhood memories is turned into a wasteland! I may not be able to do much now, but I have to do something!"

His father, with pride in his voice, speaks, "Now this, this is the person I am proud to call 'son'!"

"Does that mean you-"

"Yes, I will give you my blessing, but on one condition… I will check this farm in about 2 years, if you can not return the farm to the way it once was when I return, I will not give you the deed to the farm, rather, I will give it to the mayor. If you do, however, you will receive the deed and I will allow you to live here… I must be sure this farm will be kept to good conditions, for the sake of Grandfather."

"I will make you proud, father!"

The two hug each other, peace now made, the father leaves with a fare well from his son… Jacks life on the farm has begun as he goes to the farmhouse to go to bed.