Confused Doesn't Even Begin To Describe It

By: Musical Enigma

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of it's creators

Chapter Seven: The Elves

Note: Wow…chapter Seven…yeah that's about all I got to say. Hope this keeps you people ocuppied for a week or so...heh sorry!

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"I'll go warn his parents"

Takura sighed as he waddled away. Or at least, it looked like he was waddling. I laughed, knowing how even the turtle at the swamps could move faster than him, and it was dead! …or at one point it was…Hmm…I'd have to take Tarin's opinion on it- I told Lumina that Hugh killed the turtle…and she stared at me for a while, then walked away. Come to think of it…she never said good bye! I'm going to have to scold her for that!

"Rock, I'm going in now, are you going to be okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, sure, uh-huh"

I smiled as Tarin looked at me with a rather worried expression. Of course I'd be fine- what could happen? Tarin laughed hesitantly and started walking backwards, almost as if to make sure I wouldn't go crazy and attack or something. I waved good bye and she vanished behind the door of her new home. I waited outside, staring at the light emitting from the house, going between the fascinating light and the tin roof. Then all lights went out-including the large city ones that were recently added. I frowned, knowing for a fact that I did not turn off the lights with my super powers…but no one else had to know this fact…HAHA for all they know, and I'm Super Rock! And…well, since it's already dark… I turned to see no one was watching as I creeped over to the fence surrounding the grassy part of the farm.

"Just this once!"

I giggled (maybe I have gone insane!) and hopped over the fence and began rolling around in the grass. Ha this was the life. Staying out late, eating taquitos, rolling in grass and being a super hero all at once. What a wonderful life. I rolled around in the grass, feeling happy as a pop-tart. But then again…are pop-tarts really happy? Like truly, really really happy? I met a pop-tart once…he was individually wrapped! But he didn't talk to me…maybe they're shy! Determined to pester Van for a pop-tart to interrogate, I rolled around a little more, and then stood up. It was getting late…I think…or would it technically be getting early? I checked my watch to note that it was in fact in the A.M. hours. I resolved that it was getting early, then hopped the fence to go back home. Unfortunately for me, I woke up the dog. It barked as I began going off the property, and I stiffened instantly.

"Is someone out there?"

I looked around wildly and hid as Takura barged out of his house. (I began to wonder when he got back, and why he lived on the same property as Tarin) I also noted that he carried his gun…which was bad. Takura got his gun a couple years ago when I started stealing things, caused chaos and, on certain days, harassed what remained of the animals on the property. And, since Takura was also nearsighted, he shot aimlessly and killed a chicken once. Worried that I might become the next victim of a raging old man with bushy eyebrows and a gun, I ran off into the small forest, listening to a gun shot echo throughout the quiet scenery, and the abrupt yell of Tarin, startled from her sleep more than likely. I ran as hard as I could to the end of the forest, flopped down when I reached the lake, and then collapsed into a tired, rather delirious state.

"Hello there stranger!"

"I'm Nik!"

"I'm Nak"

"And I'm Flak!"

"And we're the three musketeers!"

I stared in utter confusion at three small, brightly dressed elves, who began dancing like idiots. They didn't go away when I rubbed my eyes, so I figured I really went crazy this time…or maybe…I picked up the fat yellow one, who claimed to be Flak, and dropped him in the lake, figuring if he dissolved, I was going crazy or the lake was pure evil.

"I'm drowning!"

The fat one yelled as the other two gasped and ran into the nearby tree screaming and shouting accusations of 'MURDERER!" at me. I stared for a minute, forgetting that I had dropped the fat one, but when I turned to 'rescue' him, he was already floating! I guess elves are buoyant? I took him out of the pond (Since he was too stupid to swim out himself) and dropped him on the grass next to me, determined to find out if I was going crazy or if it was just natural to go into the woods and see miniature people running around who live in trees and…of course! It all makes perfect sense…I think…

"Are you real or am I insane?"

I asked Flak, who stared up at me. His eyes grew wide and he stepped closer…closer…closer…and poked me in the eye. I yelled as he ran away screaming:

"HE TRIED TO KILL ME! INSANE LUNATIC! MURDERER! LOSER! STUPID IDIOT TRIED TO KILL ME!"

Angrily, I yelled back at the small figure as he tried in vain to fit through the door to get back to his comrades.

"WELL, I SHOULD HAVE TRIED HARDER THEN YOU FATSO!"

"CRAZY!"

Flak screamed back at me, then made it through the door before I could snatch him up again and drown him for real this time. God, that elf thing made me mad! Maybe I should have just left him in the lake!

"Hello? Who's yelling out here?"

Instantly upon recognition of the voice, I jumped up and ran to go hug my dear friend Lumina. She stared at me with utter discust and stopped me before I could embrace her.

"Rock, are you feeling okay? It looks like you haven't slept at all, and you're all gross, like you've been rolling in mud or something! You didn't eat another mushroom from over there, did you! Last time you went crazy! Well…come to think of it…"

Lumina paused and I stared blankly, not sure of what she was trying to get to. Apart from almost getting shot by a crazed farmer and being attacked by a fairy person almost a twenty-fourth of my height (and half my width), I was having a pretty good day!

"You stink Rock. Come with me, I'll make sure you make it home without hurting yourself, just…don't come too near me cause you smell terrible!"

Lumina began walking towards my home and all I could do was follow, glancing behind me rather often to make sure none of the elves came back again…Ohh…cause they'd be sorry they ever messed with…THE ROCK MAN! I rubbed my eye where it hurt when Flak stabbed me with his hand, and tried to ignore the pedestrians who wandered past while I was in a condition of, to put it simply, ewwww.