Hello! In this chapter, it seems that Shea is speaking perfect English, but they're all really speaking his Native language so, of course, he's fluent in it :) Also, this happens fourteen years later, so Chelsea is ninteen. And it's in her point of view now. It was originally going to be third person, but then I realized I couldn't really do that without seriously confusing people, because Chelsea's new name is Nidawi. Like I said before, all the Natives except Chelsea, Wada, and Shea were made from my mind. I got the names for them from here: http:/www./female_native_american_ and here: http:/www./male_native_american_ I know they're Native American names, and they're really not Native American, but it's the closest I could :3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters.
Rain
"Kimama!"
I turned in my canoe and called to my friend, Kimama, who was behind her.
"I'm coming!" Kimama cried back, moving her paddle faster to catch up with me.
"You're so slow!" I teased, splashing Kimama with my paddle.
"Hey!" Kimama said, and splashed me.
Laughing, the two of us continued back up the river. We passed by the women who were harvesting the corn in the fields.
"Hello Kimama! Nidawi!" Kimama's mother, Alsoome, called to us, waving and smiling.
The villagers had come to call me Nidawi, which means "fairy" because when I had just arrived at the village, I was amazed by the stories the elders told about fairies. My real name is Chelsea, but that old name is slowly fading away. Soon, it will be lost like everything else I have forgotten from my old life. I had come here when I was five years old, and I was almost nineteen now. In those fourteen years, I had learned their language and culture, which made me feel like one of them.
"Hello, Alsoome!" I called back, re-emerging from my thoughts.
Alsoome waved until we were out of sight. We soon landed our canoes on the bank a few feet from the entrance to our little village. As we headed towards it, someone came bounding out of Wada's hut and ran right into us.
"Gah!" I cried as we toppled to the ground.
"Ashkii!" Kimama yelled, automatically assuming it was her younger brother, but we soon realized it was Shea.
"Shea!" I said, glaring at him and getting up. "What was that for?"
"It was an accident," Shea said, helping Kimama up.
"Why were you running?" I demanded.
"Ashkii was chasing me," Shea explained.
Kimama raised an eyebrow at him, and hurried into the village, probably to find her brother.
I looked at Shea, chuckled a little at him and ran after Kimama.
Inside the village, everyone was busy doing something. The children were gathered around a fire while the elders told enchanting tales. The women who weren't out harvesting corn or other crops were busy making jewellery or clothes. Most of the men were out hunting on the river, and the ones who remained were building new huts or fixing old ones.
I found Kimama near her family's hut talking to Ashkii.
"But I wasn't chasing him!" the little boy protested. "He's just making it up!"
"Why would he be making it up?" Kimama asked.
"So he has an excuse for bumping into you!" Ashkii said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Stop lying, Ashkii," Kimama said, putting a hand on her hip.
I walked up to her and looked down at Ashkii.
"Are you telling the truth?" I asked him.
"Of course!" Ashkii replied.
"Just go play with the other children," Kimama said, sighing, and pushed him towards the fire that the other kids were circled around.
I watched him go and then turned back to Kimama.
"I need to go help my mother," I said, and ran towards my family's own hut.
My mother, Hehewuti, was sitting outside our hut grounding corn with a rock. I sat next to her and smiled.
"There you are, Nidawi!" she said giving me two rocks. "I've been wondering where you were!"
"I was just canoeing with Kimama," I said, taking some corn from the pile and putting it on the bigger rock. I then took the smaller rock and began pounding and grinding the corn with it.
"How nice," Mother said, smiling at me.
Hehewuti isn't my real mother; she just took me in when I came here all those years ago. I don't remember what my real mother was like, just that I had her bright blue eyes. I was told that she died when the boat I was on crashed and I got stranded here.
Hehewuti had a husband, Kesegowaase, acted like my father. My real father had died along with my real mother. The only thing I knew about him was that he was a farmer, and we used to live with him on his ranch in a little country town.
"Are you ok, Nidawi?"
Hearing my mother talk, I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Nidawi?" she asked again. "Are you alright?"
"I-I'n fine," I answered. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"You had a distant look on your face," Mother said. "It seemed like you were about to faint."
"I'm fine, Mother," I said, putting my hand on her arm. "Really,"
"Good," Mother replied, giving me one of her nice, warm smiles. "Because we have a lot of corn to ground!"
I laughed and continued to ground the corn, pushing away any thoughts of my life before here.
The next day brought rain to our little jungle village. I sat just inside the hut doorway, watching it fall down. The men still hadn't returned from the hunt, and I was beginning to worry.
"Do not fret, dear Nidawi," Mother said, coming up behind me and putting a hand on my shoulder. "They're strong men and can take good care of themselves."
"I know," I said, sighing. "I'm just scared for Father..."
"I am too," Mother said, turning back into the hut and stirring the food inside the pot. "But we must be brave and hope for the best."
I nodded, and leaned my head against the door frame.
I don't how long I had been sitting there, but suddenly a figure appeared in the rain. Squinting at it, I couldn't make out who it was.
I saw the door to Wada's hut open and out he walked, with Shea close behind him. People were emerging from their own huts now and walking over to the figure.
Then, more figures appeared from the rain, and I realized that it was the men, back from the hunt.
I jumped up and ran out the door, eager to meet Father. When I saw him standing beside one of the men, Leyati, I hugged him tightly. Mother was close behind me.
"Kesegowaase!" she cried, hugging him.
Once everyone had said their hello's, we all huddled into our separate huts, happy with what the men had caught and glad that they were home.
The ending's not great, but I didn't know what else to do -.-
Also, I realized that there's another VaughnxChelsea story out titled "Blue Moon", and I honestly had no idea until I got a review from Naty17. The reason I called this story Blue Moon is because in the song "Colours of the Wind", there's a line that goes: Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? And when I looked it up, I learned that is no such thing as the blue corn moon, and since I was going to originally name it that, I just took the "corn" part out, which made it Blue Moon.