This is my first story on fanfic so bear with me and please R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon or any of it's contents, it is a product of Natsume (serious fun)
Chapter 1: Dante's Beginning
Alone, lost, and hurt…
These were the feelings of a boy with no past, a boy with no future. . .
Dante was new to Mineral Town and had just inherited his grandfather's farm. The man had not worked it in quite a while, in fact, Dante was not sure exactly how long ago the man had died. All Dante new was that this was now his land, in this small town far off from the world and large cities, this would be his home.
He always thought to himself that he never had a past, because he only has a very vague idea of it. Even though he was sixteen and in the prime of his life as a young man, he felt like that boy from so long ago.
His Thoughts floated through his mind as he looked at the run down farm that was once great…
'I was only small, five years or so, when I first came here. I remember the chickens and the cows that are no longer here, I remember grandpa's prize winning stallion, Fire, I remember, or do I…'
'I can't even remember if the man was really my grandfather, I can't remember my parents, I can't remember anything except…'
'I can remember a girl, a little girl, she was my friend. We became friends while I was on holiday here on this farm, she made me promise I would come back, I promised, but I never did, not until now'
'The city was my home, but this farm is the only place I can remember since that dreadful day I awoke in a forest far from here. I found my way out with no memory at all other than my name and this farm and town and with no possessions other than a rucksack and a red bandana that I had tied around my neck. I searched and found my way out of the forest and to the nearest dock where I was able to sneak aboard a ship and work as one of the crewmembers with the help of a man. I can't even remember him, my memory and mind was to pre occupied with digging deep into myself to try to work out who I had been, where I had come from'
'I got to this town with a mere name and an appearance that many of the townsfolk remembered. The mayor, Thomas, gave me this farm and asked me to work it and restore it in order to prove myself worthy of it'
'I know no other home, so I this here I must make the foundations of my life. The only reason I know my age and some of the things that I know are because of some of the older folk here who remember me, if not for them I would be no one, and have nothing worth living for or rebuilding'
The sun shone high in the sky and told Dante that he had better get to work on some of the weeds in the pasture, they were overrunning the place and would some be the only things that you could see on this farm. The odd rocks and dead tree stumps or branches were covering the pasture as well and gave no sign of getting up and walking off this farm.
'Oakhurst'
That's what the sign said, something about the name seemed familiar, but Dante did not have enough time to ponder on what that was, he had to have this pasture ship shape if he intended to plant and harvest any turnips or strawberries for selling.
Dante went into the run down old shack that looked merely like a wooden box with two windows, a door and a roof, it was not the life of luxury, but it would do, especially if it was where Dante would be living instead of the inn. Inside it was just as bare as the empty barn, chicken coop and stable that dotted the farm, the inside was a table, a television, a toolbox, a bed, a bookcase and a diary. The diary was the most important off all, Dante bought it as soon as he had earned enough money and always keep it and wrote in it just in case he forgot everything again and had nothing to go off. Dante went to the toolbox and grabbed out a sickle, hammer and axe and shoved them in his rucksack. With his rucksack the size it was he merely had enough room for three tools and three odd items of produce or miscellaneous items.
Dante went outside and began to chop weeds with the sickle.
Chop..chop..chop..chop..chop..chop the rhythm of the action sent Dante into a trance of thought…
'This place is more run down when your trying to mend the problems than when you are trying to fix them, and I have so much to fix. The barn, coop and house all need to fixed and enlarged if I want to be able to keep cows and sheep and chickens. The house needs to be enlarged mainly because as it is I will have nothing to do other than to sit around and wonder who I was. The fields are way past needing to be cleaned and are giving me pains just looking at them. The barns and other animal housings are empty and need to be filled before the winter so that I will be able to fend when the winter comes'
So much to do; yet it made Dante happy. He was thinking about the farm so much he did not have time to wonder about his life before the 'awakening' as he now calls it. Dante could hunt and hike pretty well if food became scarce, and he liked hiking because he kept him in shape, at least, he thought that was how he must have managed to keep a nice body when he was child. Maybe this place would spark memories of his past; already he was remembering what he looked like.
Dante had scythed as many weeds as he could manage before he passed out and went and lent against the apple tree on his farm, he let his head fall back and he let himself just study the farm for a while. As he was looking around, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the pond near the tree; the boy that looked back at him had short dark hair and nice dark eyes. The boy was tall that was true, he could tell when he stood up and compared his height against that of the tree, he was not scrawny, but muscles had not properly formed either.