Author's Note: Oh yes, I forgot to mention...I just realized that I messed up and posted chapter one twice. Wow, I suck...I meant to post that in a seperate chapter after the prologue, but the way I wrote the original story screwed it all up...
-I wrote this when I revised the last chapter, but I'll say this again…I think I made a mistake with the mayor's name, so I'm just calling him Thomas Theodore-who prefers to be called Theodore- because I am honestly not sure if his name is Theodore or Thomas…
-Yeah, and before I posted up this chapter, I realized I miscounted, and wrote this as chapter four…haha, that is kind of sad…I lost count after two!
This one's short, so I'll try and have another one up within two days…
Chapter Three: Weird Dream
At the harvest goddess spring, the harvest goddess was complaining how everyone forgot her.
"You'd think that, after all those harvests, the least people could do is have a festival honoring me! And what's up with the flower festival? It used to be about me, not flowers!" said the Harvest goddess.
"Are you okay?" asked the red sprite.
"You're usually very calm…" commented the yellow sprite.
"Aren't you being a bit harsh?" asked the third sprite.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not…" said the harvest goddess stubbornly.
"But, what are you going to do about it?" asked the third sprite.
"I'm going to turn to stone!" said the harvest goddess.
The sprites sweated nervously.
"How's that going to help?" asked the yellow sprite.
"People will remember me when their harvests fail," said the harvest goddess.
"That does make sense…" said the red sprite.
"But it won't happen, yeah, because we sprites will make sure that the people will harvest!" said the third sprite.
"Yeah, because they can't die!" said the red sprite.
"True, true…if they die of starvation, then they won't remember me at all," said the harvest goddess.
"It's okay, yeah, you can turn to stone. We hid a hundred notes to a song that would wake anyone up from stone, in case you would suggest it, yeah," said the yellow sprite.
"That's why I hang out with you…" said the harvest goddess fondly. Then she slowly turned to stone.
Two people with purple hair ran up to the now stoned harvest goddess.
"What happened?" asked one.
"No, we have to help her!" said the other.
"But how should we do that?" asked one.
"We'll manage," said the other.
"This is all because of other people," said one.
"Yeah. I don't like people," said the other.