Harvest Moon: A New Legacy
Hey all! This is Hakuhen220 signing in and here is my first EVER fanfic. I must warn you all that my field of specialty isn't exactly literature. However I like reading fanfics and decided to try writing one myself. This story of Haku is not based on any particular one of the harvest moon games, just the idea and story line behind each one. So here it goes. Enjoy. :)
PS: Please R&R lots of feedback would be helpful and it would also be nice to know if it is even worth continuing this story. Compliments would be nice, constructive criticism would be nicer.
Disclaimer: I do not own harvest moon, however i DO own Haku, his friends, and Goddess Isle.
Prologue
Drip.
Small, salty droplets of water hit the floor. A pressing feeling of mourning and an overwhelming emotion of sadness filled the room. I looked around and studied the tears of everyone. It was almost humorous how many different types of crying took place in that environment of death. My attention was first drawn to the plump lady one row in front. One could easily misunderstand her emotional crying frenzy for a seizure as she shook violently while her eyes drained themselves of all the water they could. The random thought of her eyes shriveling into raisons brought out an untimely chuckle.
Smack!
"I can't believe you Haku! Show grandpa some respect." whispered my sister after nearly knocking me unconscious. I lowered my head in shame. Although I had a whole 4 year head start on Emi, she had matured a lot faster then me.
I started looking around again. I couldn't find one person who wasn't crying. Sniffles, moans, sobs, and wails could be heard and seen everywhere.
I raised my hand to my face and felt my cheek. Dry. There was one person who wasn't crying for grandpa. Me.
I looked to my sister's face and saw light tears trickle down her cheeks and drop off her chin. Even my little sister was crying, the very sister who wasn't even born the last time we visited grandpa. The very sister who hadn't once seen, spoke to, touched, smelled, or even experienced our grandpa during life, was now crying for him.
It's not that I didn't love my grandpa. I mean come on, seriously, who doesn't love either of their grandparents. It was just he felt almost like a stranger to me. I held no special bonds with him, no close memories. He was just another face in the crowd
I only have seen him once, that time when we visited him on his farm. I was nearly four at the time, and my mom was five months pregnant with my sister, Emi. Sadly, the single memory I have of the entire trip is of a stupid mole popping up out of the ground while "helping my grandpa till the soil," basically I was just playing around in the dirt.
Later that day I sighed and sat down on my bed.
Now my grandpa is dead, and I knew nothing about him. Yet here I am, packing my things, preparing to be shipped off to some island, some where, in some ocean. Presumably I'm supposed to inherit the farm I have next to zero memories about.
Thunk. Click. Click.
Walking out the door thoughts bombarded me. Not only do I have no experience in farming, I also know no one on the island. I know nothing about the place I'm going to. I stopped and wondered if i should actually go or not. Looking to the elevator down the hall I realized tt would be really tough getting started, but I would have a clean slate to work with, and once it got going I might actually enjoy it. I decided it was in my best interest to go and continued down the hall.
It's me and my suitcase against the world. This is a journey, an adventure. This is a new legacy.
- Hakuhen220