I got the title for this chapter from "Colours of the Wind". There's a line that goes like, You think you own whatever land you land on... It's a good title because it describes what happens in this chapter. This is also where all the HM IoH characters come in :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters.

Land You Land On

A week later, I found myself sitting of the mountain near the forest. It was a beautiful, with no clouds in the sky and the sun shining. Kimama was sitting next to me, yelling at Ashkii to be careful as he collected some of the colourful plants that grew on the moutaintop.

"It's so beautiful up here," I said, sighing.

"It is," Kimama agreed. "I love it when the days are like this. Warm and sunny..."

I nodded, and let the rays of the sun fall onto my face. Just as I was about to say something else, a scream erupted and I spun around to see Ashkii scrambling up from the side of the cliff.

"Ashkii!" Kimama cried, and dove for her little brother. She hauled him up the side and held him tight. "Are you ok?"

"I-I'm fine," Ashkii said, his face as white as snow.

"I'm still taking you home," Kimama said, picking him up. "I told you to be careful!"

I got up and watched them go.

"I'm sorry, Nidawi," Kimama called over her shoulder.

"It's all right," I called back. "Do you need any help?"

Before I could hear her answer, she had disappeared down the mountain.

Sitting back down, I sighed and closed my eyes, listening to the waves of the ocean below me.

When I opened my eyes, the earth around me was a darkening orange and the sun was disappearing below the horizon.

"I must have fallen asleep," I said to myself, sitting up.

Looking to the ocean, I saw something move on the waves, just a short distance from the shore. As I looked closer, I saw it was a ship. I had seen them before; they passed by the island every few moons. But none have ever gotten as close as this one.

As I stood there and watched the ship, I realized that it was moving around the island, as if it were looking for something. I got up off the ground and decided to follow it.

Running down the mountain, I jumped over rocks and stones that blocked my way. I ran through the forest and across the small bridge we had built to get to the forest.

Soon, I was standing on the sandy beach. The ship was swimming distance from the beach, and soon I realized that there were smaller boats full of people getting off of it.

A little girl with curly blonde hair wearing a frilled orange dress must have noticed me, because she leaned over the side of the boat and pointed right at me. Everyone turned to stare at me, gasping and muttering to each other.

I turned around and ran as fast as I could back towards the village.

"People! People!" I cried, running into the village and standing in the centre. "There are white people heading towards the beach!"

Everyone gasped and some even stood up.

"What do you mean, Nidawi?" Leyati asked, gripping his spear.

"They got off a ship and are heading to the beach in smaller boats," I said, pointed in the direction we just came from.

Soon, the men and some of the women, along with me, were heading towards the beach. When we got there, there was a small crowd of people marvelling at the island.

The same little blonde girl who had seen me saw us standing there and began yelling and pointing.

"Look! Look!" she screamed, flapping her arms like a wild goose. "There are more Indians!"

The crowd of people gasped and stared at us. As I looked through the crowd, I saw a girl who seemed about my age with straight black hair and odd glass circles on her face wearing a purple patterned dress, a woman with braided pink hair wearing a yellow and brown dress, and a boy with short blonde hair and happy green eyes wearing a blue shirt and black pants.

I was standing near the front and I could tell some of the white people were staring at me. I was wondering why when I realized that I was white too. I must have looked awkward, a girl with pale skin, light brown hair, and blue eyes standing amongst a crowd of dark skinned, brown eyed people.

Wada stepped out in front of me and stood defiantly in front of the group of people.

"What... are you... doing here?" he asked, and I could tell he was struggling to use his best English.

An old man with a bushy white moustache and small black eyes who was wearing a white shirt and blue pants stepped forward.

"We're here to colonize," he said, jabbing the knotted brown staff he was carrying in the ground.

"This is... our land..." Wada said.

"But we need this land," the man said. "We have nowhere else to go."

"You can't just... take... our land..." Wada said.

Another boat landed on the beach, and more white people stepped out. They eyed us, especially me, suspiciously and gathered around the others.

"But we are," the old man said, wagging his staff at Wada.

I furrowed my brows. Who were these people, and we did they think they could just take our land from us? I walked forward in front of Wada.

"This is our land," I said defiantly, speaking the English that I thought was lost from me. "We were here long before you, and I think it best that you leave."

The old man glared at me, and opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by a young woman with long curly blonde hair who wore a soft blue dress that matched her eyes.

"Chelsea?" she asked, looking hard at me. "I-Is that you?"

I stared at the woman, not knowing what to say.

Who is she...? I asked myself. Did she know before I came here? She must have...

"W-Who are you?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"It's me," the woman said, putting hand on her chest. "It's me, Julia."

Julia... The name rang around in my head. I recognized it, but I don't remember from where.

"I don't r-remember you," I said, shaking my head. "And my name is not Chelsea... at least, not anymore. It's Nidawi."

Ooooh... What'll happen next?

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