[[Sorry for taking so long to update! Unfortunately, I'm not one of those "often-filled-with-inspiration" people... In fact more often than not I don't have inspiration. D:

but hnng, anyway. So thank you to Doctor Zhivago, Ulyss, and tolkienlover for following/liking so far~! I appreciate it, especially the feedback you've given (thanks for letting me know about Selena, tolkienlover :'D I'll try to tone down the swearing, I think, but sometimes I believe the passion is required haha). Also, thank you to the guest who let me know the Wizard's house is in fact in Harmonica Town. Not the Fugue Forest. Probably should have known that.

Why are Molly and Angela so different, you ask, Ulyss? Well, they were partly born that way (if you believe in nature instead of nurture) but also something... occurred... to Angela and not to Molly, which changed Angela's character a little more.

Anyway, here we go, Chapter Three. Do you guys want to see anything from Molly's point of view? I'll probably include other people's povs but not that often. But making Molly's point of view regular is something I am considering...]]

The voices were familiar to Angela, as familiar as the shape of her fingers.

Molly and Angela raised an eyebrow at each other in the dense Fugue Forest, where they had ventured after visiting Marimba. Molly had wanted to introduce her to the other person, the one she hadn't met yesterday. So they'd come here, and upon venturing into the forest had heard two voices, one speaking more loudly than the other.

"I am not giving it back," one person snarled. Their voice was feminine, so Angela assumed that they were a girl. The other person spoke too lowly for Angela to hear their words clearly, but the accent was enough to help Angela realise that it was Wizard.

The girl, though. Angela knew she'd heard that voice before.

Molly winced beside her. "Oh, Vivi..." she sighed. She flashed Angela a smile. "That girl that you're hearing; that's the one I wanted to introduce you to. I don't know if this is a good time though..."

"It's all right." Angela wanted to know. Perhaps she could be enlightened on whose voice it actually was. "Is that... Wizard responding?"

"You recognise his voice?" Molly looked quite surprised, her eyebrows raising, and Angela remembered that Molly thought they'd only met that one time the previous day.

She was spared from answering, however, when an object came shooting towards them from the location of the voices. Angela jerked back as the object landed on the grass and picked it up. With raised eyebrows, she bent and picked up the object, turning it over in her fingers, rather amused. A mushroom?

"Hey! That's mine!" A girl's voice shrieked, and Angela turned to see a pale-haired girl with shocking amber eyes glaring at her.

"Witch?" In complete and utter shock, Angela dropped the mushroom as Wizard emerged from behind the girl, looking faintly exasperated. Both his and Molly's expressions morph into something like surprise and puzzlement.

"Angela?" Witch crossed her arms, looking as shocked as Angela did. Blood rushed in Angela's ears; was that really her?

"Oh, my God." Angela shook her head. "I didn't know you lived here."

"I should hope not!" Witch rolled her eyes. "I'd be really surprised if you did."

"You two know each other?" Molly asked with raised eyebrows. A barrage of memories assaulted Angela, and she took a moment before responding.

"Yeah. Years ago, before you came to the Island, I was really good friends with Witch's cousin." Angela studied Witch, who had her eyes narrowed, examining Angela back. "When Witch came for a visit, we became friends too. But we haven't seen each other in years-"

"And whose fault is that?" Witch tossed her hair and huffed indignantly. "You got so caught up with that boyfriend of yours and never bothered to call me after I left!"

Both Molly and Angela said nothing. The other two in the clearing seemed to notice something amiss. "What?" Witch asked cautiously, while Wizard narrowed his eyes slightly.

Angela felt like she was choking. The words had to scrape their way up her throat, and so she spoke quietly when she answered. "It's nothing. Just... he's not in the picture any more."

"You two broke up?" Witch looked surprised, but appeared even more puzzled when one sister winced and the other flinched.

"Not... exactly..." Angela shuffled her feet. She didn't want to talk about it. But she knew she owed Witch an explanation. "He... died."

The abrupt silence was overwhelming, and utterly suffocating. "What?" Witch finally said, incredulous. "What'd he do, drown himself?"

"Vivi!" Molly scolded, and Witch huffed.

"Vivi?" Angela questioned, hoping to change the subject.

"That's my real name. Which I'd like you to not tell anyone else, thanks Molly." Witch - or Vivi - glared at Molly, who offered a weak smile in return.

Nothing more was said on the subject. But Angela didn't fail to notice the unwavering, searching gaze that Wizard set upon her. It was hard to read, that expression, but Angela knew it meant that he wouldn't forget. From what she knew about his character so far, though, she figured he was too polite to bring it up again.

"I'll still call you Witch," Angela announced, before the glittering object from before caught her eye again. She picked it up from the ground, and, sensing Witch's hot half-glare, held it out towards the girl. "Here," she said, with a smile. "This is my apology for not keeping in touch."

Witch huffed again (how many times was that now?) but trudged forwards and accepted the gift. Angela shot Wizard a shrug, but he merely smiled in return, clearly not caring all that much.

"Apology accepted," Witch announced. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and shot Angela a fiery grin. "See you later, A."

Angela raised her hand in a half wave as Witch strode away from them, disappearing in the trees. "Still the same as ever," she said, when the girl was out of sight.

"Indeed." Wizard brushed silvery hair out of his eyes and gave them a smile. It was rather dazzling, and Angela took a moment as Molly giggled.

"I don't think she'll ever change. Not that I want her to." She dug around in her bag and both Wizard and Angela glanced at her as she brought something out; Angela wore a puzzled expression, and Wizard an expecting one.

"Again...?" he asked, his smile growing. "Honestly... you know... you don't need... to... Molly..."

"I want to," the twin said firmly, and tossed him the packet. He stepped closer to catch it, and Angela caught an image of coffee beans on the front.

Coffee?

"I... really appreciate... it... Thank you..." He stuffed the bag in the pocket of his jacket (the same one he'd been wearing that morning).

"You always help me out, Wizard. It's the least I can do!" Molly beamed. "I think we'll be going, then. Are you heading back into town too? Would you like to walk with us?"

Angela wasn't sure what to think about this offer as Wizard paused, contemplating. Finally, he nodded. "I suppose... it couldn't hurt..."

With mixed feelings, Angela walked on the left of Molly, and Wizard was on the right. She hadn't told Molly she'd seen Wizard this morning... and that they'd spent three hours on a beach...

Oh, God, when she put it that way, it sure sounded like they'd been on a date.

Which was ridiculous, considering they'd only known each other for, what, a day?

"Angela!" Molly said, with a grin. The other twin blinked and turned to glance at Molly, trying to ignore the Wizard's coloured gaze on her other side. "Did I tell you? Wizard helped me get with Gill!"

It took Angela a moment to process this. "Seriously?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Now she couldn't avoid the pale-haired man's gaze, and she glanced at him. "You don't seem like the type."

"Oh, he is, trust me." Molly slung an arm through Wizard's and grinned again, this time the smile more mischievous than before. Again, Angela recalled Wizard's words: I can tell your fortune, but that is not my profession.

What is it, then? she wondered, flicking her gaze to him. He smiled as if he, too, knew her thoughts. Perhaps that was part of his 'profession'?

There you go, Angela, acting like he's got super powers, or something. It's just not possible. Angela smiled tentatively back. Molly was still talking in between them, not noticing the locked look.

"-I just didn't know what to get Gill for his birthday! I was panicking so much, and then Wizard came around and saw me pacing back and forth! When he asked me what was wrong, I told him I had no idea what Gill wanted, and then he said he could find out for me." Molly grinned. "Thanks for that, by the way."

"You're... welcome." Wizard's gaze shifted back to Molly, and Angela felt something like relief. "I was... happy to help... a friend..."

Molly giggled. "I'm glad you're my friend," she said, patting his arm. She then proceeded to glance at Angela, an eyebrow raised. "Are you two friends yet?"

Angela blinked. "What?"

Molly rolled her eyes. "Please. As if I haven't noticed the stares. I just hope it was wow, he's really nice, and not, wow, I would like to-"

"Okay, that's enough!" A blush was threatening to erupt on Angela's face. She refused to look at Wizard as she shoved her sister lightly. "I don't need to hear any more."

Molly winked. She leaned in, and whispered, "He's pretty hot though, isn't he?"

"Molly!" Angela shook her head in exasperation. "You've got a fiancé, remember?"

"Just because he looks nice doesn't mean I'd want to-"

"Molly!"

This time it was not Angela who called out, but another person. A boy with dark blue hair (blue hair?) and a bandana came towards them, cheerily carrying an axe on his shoulder. Angela's eyebrows raised; he seemed like the kind of goofy, oblivious-to-everything boy that Angela never really liked nor disliked. The expression on his face confirmed it.

Though, it wouldn't be the first time she had judged a person incorrectly, if she were wrong.

"Hi, Luke!" Molly smiled and waved to the boy, who waved back, causing the axe to waver unsteadily on his shoulder, and also causing alarm to enter Angela's features. It looked like it was about to drop and split his leg open. She shuddered at the though.

Her sister skipped ahead to meet the blue-haired boy. Luke dropped his axe (thankfully not down his leg) onto the forest floor, leaning on the hand with a grin. They began to chat animatedly, hand gestures and excited words prevailing the sound of birds and cicadas.

"Who's that?" Angela asked, not to anyone in particular. But Wizard was there, and so he answered instead.

"That boy... is Luke... He's the carpenter's... apprentice... Always comes to the Forest... for lumber..." Wizard shuffled uncomfortably on his feet, also watching the pair's conversation. Angela took the chance to study the man. He was pretty hot, wasn't he, like Molly said? Not that it mattered, anyway. But she could appreciate the slim length of his body, the glimmering, pale hair, and the perfect planes of his face.

His gaze swung to hers, and it took all she had to not blush. She smiled tentatively at him. "Are we friends?" she ventured. Normally, she wouldn't care about this kind of thing, but with Wizard...

If she let him go, she'd be even more of an idiot than she already was.

Wizard dipped his head slightly. "If you... like..."

He looked so serious and formal that Angela couldn't help a giggle. She opened her mouth to say I'd like that, but was interrupted before she could.

"Angela! Come meet Luke. Luke, this is my twin sister Angela. Angela, this is my good friend Luke."

Angela ventured over, the giggle from before dying down on her lips. All the same, she offered him a smile. "It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too! Wow, twins? You two don't look anything alike!"

"That's because we're non-identical twins, you dumbo." Molly affectionately punched his arm. "And, of course, Luke, you know Wizard." They both turned to look at the pale haired man, but somehow, during that short time, he'd left.

Angela ignored the sinking feeling in her chest as Molly said, "Oh. He must have left. Well, he's busy a lot, so I'm not surprised."

"Well, I know who he is, so that's fine." Luke grinned. "Hey, do you want to see my new workroom? Dad allowed me to upgrade it because he said I was doing well. Angela, you can come too, if you like!"

Molly glanced back at Angela, cocking her head. "What do you think?"

"Oh, well-," Angela swallowed. She wasn't the most comfortable with going to a stranger's house when she'd just met him, but Molly knew and liked him, and it wasn't like Angela had anything else to do, anyway. "All right."

"Awesome!" Luke flipped his axe into his hand (Angela and Molly both flinched) and grinned. "I'll lead the way!"

"I do know how to get to your house, you know," Molly said, as he set off. They had to hurry to catch up with him.

"I know, but I feel better as the leader." Luke gave a thumbs up and a wider smile. "So, Angela, tell me about yourself..."

"Oh, I'm a writer." I write about people with shitty lives so I can feel better about myself. People liked her stories, but if she was honest, she didn't, personally. She knew they were just a way to vent her anger, her sorrow. But no one could tell.

There was only one person who would have been able to.

But he was dead.

And now she was alone.

[[Blah, sorry, kind of a boring chapter! Hope you liked it enough to stay on, though, haha. I'm not going to say what 'Island' it is just yet, but you may be able to tell by my next few sentences.

Angela was friends with Witch's (Vivi's) cousin before Witch. This cousin is, in fact, the Witch Princess. I don't think they're related in the actual Harvest Moon games, but it made sense to me, so...]]