Harvest Moon: Magical Memories
Chapter Five:
The pitter-patter of rain woke Luna up. She stretched and rubbed the soreness of a great night's sleep from her neck, dark eyes opening.
No dreams. No achy leg. Nothing... She stood up and out of her small bed and smiled, first checking the window to make sure no one was peeking in before pumping a fist into the air.Maybe I was meant to be here! Maybe, whatever I was living before, maybe that was a dream! Oh Skruskru, this is amazing! Look, look! My leg doesn't hurt! I'm not sad!" She let out a tinkling laugh as Skruskru made a 'muff' sound and turned over, clearly agitated. "Oh fine. But I'm doing something today." But what? It's raining. Why do I feel so at peace? Why does this give me such a happy feeling...? She shook the feeling from her, smiling and then taking a deep breath, thoughts of occurrences-to-come running through her mind. Maybe I'll see Kurt today, once and for all. At this she smiled, thinking of him. A warm feeling. It came from some intangible place. A sense of... of understanding. Or something like that. She ran toward the door, feeling absolutely giddy.
Kurt was hunched over, measuring out a length of wood, then letting out a small, frustrated sound, rubbing the back of his head and attempting to measure again.
"Uh... Kurt?"
"Ah, shit!" He had cut an inch before his mark- wasting an entire piece of practice lumber. "I err- what?" He spun, his deep eyes glaring at her in, confusion? Frustration? "Sorry..." He mumbled. Joe came up to him.
"Aww man! I did that twice! You never screw up though, dude! Weird." It was then he noticed Luna. Beaming, he held out his hand. "Hey! You're the new girl in town! Awesome. How is it? Aren't things confusing? You can always fish if you get bored you know!" I think I've had enough fisherman for a lifetime. Luna mentally groaned but forced a simple grin.
"Uh... it's pretty cool-"
"Yeah! That's the spirit!" At that, Joe tugged a saw from his belt and, waving her a 'see ya!' walked happily away, whistling and marking his measurements haphazardly.
"Uh... sorry if I messed up your work..." Luna said quietly. She lowered her eyes to the floor, wondering why she had wanted so badly to talk to Kurt. He doesn't seem to be interested in talking to me. Not at all...
"No it's fine."
"Are you sure? I mean- you won't get in trou-"
"No. Really. It's fine." He had his back turned, sawing away at the already ruined board.
While she was at the shop, she had bought a small patch of land and a coop. Luna left feeling as low as the dirt she walked on. She had no money left. Even though she had managed to buy both lumber and a coop, how could she afford a chicken? Great. I moved in just a few days ago and already I'm a hobo. Thank god I don't have to pay mortgage. She flopped down on the river's edge, throwing off her shoes and dipping her feet in the cool current.
"You know, the dirt may be low but it yields great things."
"What?"
"You just have to push away the rough exterior to find the loamy soil beneath; it's capable of rearing life." It was Terry. An old man long thought lost of his mind and money, he wandered the entire area that makes up Flower Bud Village.
"Well... I mean..." Luna was speechless. "Farming? Is that what would help?"
"Humph." He stalked away, an angry look planted on his face. What was he talking about? Dirt? She sat and stared absentmindedly at the stream, her feet splashing against the surface, submerging then coming out, dripping and cold, only to submerge themselves once more. Luna wanted to swim, to run, to fish, plant, water, weed, woo. She wanted to live.But was this life? Or were the shadows that were my dreams the embers of a life left behind? Once more dejected from her feigned reality, she warily made her way back home, pondering an unanswered question, filled with thefalse hope that it might one day be answered.