Disclaimer: I don't own harvest moon, I don't own any of the characters either…
Most of you probably don't have a lot of reference about Kilala(the lead character of this fic) or the new harvest moon game: sprite station(since it's not in English yet…)But if you want a good idea of what it looks like I suggest Google or something…yeah. But all in all-all Kilala is really in the game is- A bachelorette, she's litterally a princess, she has long long black hair and wears thisstrange but prettyindian looking dress...Yep that pretty much sums it up about her.
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The small valley of forget-me-not valley sleeps as the cold winter breeze picks up the remainder of the fall leaves off the ground. In this small village, people came from all around the world to find peace in the quiet, untouched country side surrounded by forest and mountains.
In the spring the cherry blossoms floated away as if they we're carried by wings, kissing and embracing the water streams that flowed in the middle of the valley, and being carried down towards the calm sea. In the summer, all the villagers rejoiced, they sung and danced to rhythms of the melody surrounding them in the season. In the fall, all of the trees glowed with beautiful colors as children wandered in the forest trying to gather leaves…Winter, though, even as it was beautiful, like a frozen fantasy land, carried out the feeling of loneliness to some…As it did carry comfort to others.
Even if most people liked spring or fall the most, for now it was winter and no one could change that…only time.
''Grand-pa, can you read me a bedtime story?'' A little girl, lying in her huge regal bed asked the old man that was sitting in a chair near her.
The old man slowly got up off his seat, a book in one of his hands.
'' Dear Kilala…Are you sure your parents you'd appreciate you staying up so late?''
The young princess sat up, holding closely to her-her teddy bear.
''But grand-pa…'' She started, staring at him with big innocent eyes.
''Mommy…And Daddy are...''
Kilala's grand father sat at the edge of the bed, staring out the window, at the snow flakes floating down.
''I know…their not with us anymore, but I'm sure there watching over you still.'' He said sadly…But seeing his grand daughter's sorrow, made him force a smile to her.
''That doesn't mean you can stay up passed your bed time you know, mommy and daddy, even if there not here…They know when you are doing something troublesome!'' He said playfully, trying to lower the burden of her parents' deaths.
''They know? All the time?'' Kilala asked worryingly ''B-but, one bed time story…''
''okay, okay. One bed time story…''
He opened the book and started flipping the pages; it was always the same book, each and every single night. About a little princess who was lost in the snow, awaiting the harvest goddess to help her find her way back home.
''Are you sure you want this story Kilala?''
''Yes! I like it how in the end the goddess helps her go back to her home and get back to her family and her friends and-''
She paused
''Grand-pa…'' Her tone made the old man raise a brow.
''When…When are mom and dad…going to come back?'' she asked tugging at her blankets.
''Kilala…''
Suddenly her head beamed up
''I went to church, you know…And they said: ''If you are a good little girl, you will be able to meet you're parents again…Someday. '' She explained, lowering her head.
''But…I've been a very very good girl! For very very long…And I…still…I…'' Kilala whimpered, her eyes filling with small tears.
''How…How long must I wait patiently like this…For the day…For the day my parents will return to me!'' she cried. ''I've tried…I really have, to be a good little princess, being helpful and not complaining because that's what the church told me to do…But somehow, I still feel alone…And I'm thinking…That maybe I'm just not good enough to have mommy and daddy back…''
The old man got up with anger. ''Kilala, don't think like that!'' He almost yelled.
''But it must be true…Since I have no one…But you and myself now.'' Kilala got up off her bed and made her way to the tall window, her gown dragging on the floor after her, aswell as her very long black hair, as she placed both her hands against the glass.
Silence fell upon the princess's room, until Kilala spoke again.
''Can you leave me…I want to talk to mommy now…'' She whispered, staring at the sky. Her grand-father gave her a funny look but left anyway.
Once gone, Kilala walked over to her cabinet and started to whine up her music box, a music box that her parents gave her…That emitted a lonely and sad melody, something that sounded like winter…
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12: 00(midnight)
I had only been sleeping for a couple of hours when the ground started to shake suddenly…This of course woke me up, but I didn't think much of it, thinking that maybe I just had a bad dream and I was physically affected by it. Shaken up.
My imagination... I thought relieved, smiling at my silliness as I skipped along to a hallway to get myself a glass of water.
I scaled back up the stairs to my room, with fast footsteps, water in my possession.
I tucked myself back in, as I placed the water cup on the shelf next to my bed.
I finally closed my eyes…But right when I could see nothing but darkness again the ground started shaking…again.
The shaking was so loud and violent that I thought the whole castle was about to collapse, I stumbled out of bed and onto the unstable ground.
''An earthquake?'' I shouted nervously.
I made my way to the door and did my best to try and brave down the castle stairs, along side my teddy and my music box in hand.
I walked cautiously passed one of the halls of the huge building, trying to avoid the collapsing walls and roofs of the rooms around it.
''Grand-pa! Where are you!''
I ran passed all the rooms that we're accessible but…Nothing.
Panicked I leaped into a dark corner, embracing my knees tightly with my arms, hoping that my home wasn't going to fall on top of me.
''Mommy…Daddy…Help me.'' I whispered, my dialogue slurred because of the tears that we're overflowing into my mouth.
Not far away, I could hear footsteps coming closer to the place I was hiding.
Strange looking guards men ran passed me without noticing something was there.
''Hurry, we have to bring this baby down as soon as possible!''
I could hear someone chuckling.
''AHAHA! Yeah, good one! C'mon it's not like the king and queen are gonna stop us from their graves!'' another one said.
''…Well, we have to find the princess soon, we can't have her carry out her family's history now can we...That should be easy, considering we killed that old man already!''
They…killed my grand-pa…?
''G-grand-pa…''
Realizing I had just said coherent words that everybody could hear I slapped my mouth shut.
''huuuh…? What was that?'' The guard asked, looking around.
''Must have been the roof cracking or something…Men let's head out of here!''
''But the princess…''
''No but's! If the castle really is collapsing she'll get crushed anyway!''
''Head out!'' those final words and then heavy footsteps heading the opposite direction.
I slowly got up of the ground, using the wall I was leaning on as support; I tried to walk a bit until a piece of rock hit me on the head.
''They we're right…This thing is falling!'' I shrieked deciding to make a run for it insted.
First mom and dad…then grand-pa! I don't want to die! Not yet!
The walls kept collapsing, the sealing kept cracking, the ground kept shaking…And even though I knew that I was keeping my eyes open everything around me kept getting darker and darker until I couldn't see anything anymore, I think I stopped breathing…
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That's it for chapter one! I'll write chapter two eventually…But I have so much school that it might have to wait till Christmas break...Next chapter Jack will make his appearance!
Anyway toddles, and if you read this I have only one more thing to say….REVIEW! NOW! Okaybye.