Sorry for not updating lately :( My account has been messing up and wouldn't let me edit my stories, but I learned how to fix! When the error message pops up, go to the URL and look for the word "property". Once you find it, erase it, and type in "content" then click enter, and you're in!

Ok, in this story if the characters say something like "In a moon or so" or "I'll see you in five moons", they're talking about months :)

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

Black

"What are you talking about?" Julia asked, looking at me with a worried look. "You know me! We grew up together, until you disappeared and we all thought you were dead!"

"Julia, calm down," a plump lady with blue eyes and short blonde hair said, walking out towards Julia and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"No!" Julia said, stepping away from the woman. "Chelsea's been gone for fourteen years and when we finally find her she is living with savages and saying she does not even remember me!"

I stood there, staring at her.

"They aren't savages!" I yelled. "And my name is not Chelsea!"

I started running away from everyone, tears stinging in my eyes. I didn't know where I was going; I just wanted to get away from there. When I wiped away the tears I found myself standing in the middle of the meadow.

The grass swayed beneath my bare feet, and I collapsed onto the ground. I began crying into my hands... I didn't know what else to do. I could hear people talking, but their voices were distant and I didn't who was talking and what about.

Suddenly, I heard feet behind me and reached for the knife I kept at my side. I spun around and pointed it at the person in case it was one of the white people.

I sighed a breath of relief when I realized it was only Kimama. I put the knife away and turned back.

"I'm sorry," I said, stroking the grass. "I thought you might one of the white people..."

"It's ok," Kimama said, sitting beside me. "What happened back on the beach?"

"I don't know," I said, facing her. "That girl... Julia... she said she knew me but I don't remember her... And she called us savages."

"Don't worry about it, Nidawi," Kimama said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "We are not savages. They are the savages here."

She got up and left, leaving me alone to think.

I had been sitting on the ground for a while, watching the ground and trees and thinking when I heard more footsteps behind me. They sounded heavier, so I knew that the person was wearing shoes. I gripped my knife and pulled it out, jumping up and holding it threatingly at the person.

Standing in front of me was a man not much older than me with silver hair and purple eyes, wearing nothing but black.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

The man stared at me.

"Am I not allowed here?" he asked.

"No," I snapped, standing up. "This is my people's land and you are not welcome here."

"You don't look like those savages," the man said.

"They are not savages!" I yelled, stepping closer to him. I realized then that he had a gun slung over his shoulder. "And neither am I."

The man looked at me with his pale violet eyes. "Do you honestly not remember me?" he asked.

"I try to forget," I said, turning away from him. "This is my life now; that was my life then. I'm glad that I ended up here. Otherwise, I'd be just life you; oblivious to anything and everyone outside of your world."

I turned and looked him in the face.

"This is my peoples' land, and this is my land," I said. "It is not your's for the taking."

"And yet we're taking it," the man said as I walked away. "You can't stop us."

"You are thieves," I said, stopping at the other side of the bridge. "You are ignorant thieves."

I took off running to the village, hoping that the man wouldn't follow me. When I got to the village, Mother ran to me and held me tight.

"Oh, Nidawi!" she cried. "We were so worried! Kimama told us what happened!"

Father came up and put his hand on my shoulder.

"They are taking our land," I said, pulling away from Mother. "They are taking it like we are not even here..."

I brushed past my parents and the rest of the villagers into our hut, where I sat down by the cooking pot and stared at the ground beneath me.

A while later the door opened and Kimama walked in.

"Nidawi?" she asked, lingering by the doorway. "Are you... all right?"

"They're going to take the land from us," I whispered.

"Yes, Nidawi, we know," Kimama said in a soft voice.

"We have to do something," I said, looking at her. "We can't let them take it from us!"

"And what do you suppose we'll do?" Kimama asked. "They have better weapons then us. They have sticks that shoot fire and we have knives and spears."

"Guns," I said. "They're guns."

Kimama furrowed her brows at me, and shook her head.

"You must calm down," she said. "You're making this worse than it is."

"But it is bad!" I cried. "They're going to take advantage of us and kill us!"

"You don't know that, Nidawi," Kimama said. "I bet they're going to leave in a moon or so."

"No they won't," I said quietly. "They're going to kill us..."

"Calm down," Kimama said, getting up. "You must calm down."

With that said, she walked out of the hut and left me alone in my fear.

I wasn't alone for long. Soon, Mother and Father came to the hut and tried to calm me down. Mother made me some of her herb tea, but it helped none. Nothing could calm my frazzled nerves.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked.

"Wada is trying to get the white people to leave," Father said. "But they're stubborn and will not."

"They must!" I cried. "This is our land, and they cannot just come and take it!"

"We know, Nidawi," Mother said, giving me a gentle hug. "Now go to bed. Sleep will hopefully calm you down."

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