So this is my newest dare, The Tragedy Dare, or so Lyric calls it. I hope you like it! :3

Kurt: Floopyrocks does not own Harvest Moon.

The Tragedy Dare

Lost and Found

"A storm is approaching the Sunshine Islands. Residents have ignored the claims saying 'We never get hit by hurricanes and we won't start now!' Lets just hope that Hurricane Ivan passes right by them. And other news a criminal has been plaguing Forget-Me-Not valley. It is rumored that he has gray hair and a thing for ladies. What do you think about that Grace?"

A man shut the crackling radio off and looked over at his son, who sat in a chair in the middle of the room reading a book. The man was short in height, even when sitting down in a chair next to a table with a radio on it and piles of old mail and bills. He had stringy gray hair that flew up all over the place and his stormy gray seemed to be boiling over with anger. The man scowled. "They try to tell us that we're going to be hit by a storm? That's ridiculous! They must be crazy! We have a reason for being called the Sunshine Islands because we never get hit by any storm. Never seen a rainy day at all!" He was saying this to no one in particular.

His son sitting in the chair nodded. The son was tall with short dark brown hair and bright green eyes. He looked nothing like his father. He was about 11 years old. "Yup. I love you too," he said.

The man scowled again. "George, if someone ever tells you something like this, just walk away and never talk to them again."

"Alright dad. Hey what's for dinner?" George asked looking up from his book titled: "Molly Moon, Micky Minus, and the Mind Machine" (1)

"They're fools for thinking that we're going to get hit by a storm!" the man yelled.

A woman suddenly entered the room. She had brown hair tied up into a bun and bright green eyes. She wore a dark blue apron. "Edward! I demand you go to bed straight away! You have a big presentation tomorrow!" she scolded. The man turned toward the woman and looked at her with sad pleading eyes.

"But Linda..." he whined.

Linda pointed to the door behind her. "GO!" Edward slumped his shoulders and followed Linda's finger. When he was gone she walked over to George and pulled his book out of his hands.

George glared at her. "What was that for?"

"It's getting late. You should go to bed too," Linda noted. She set the book down on the coffee table infront of the brown leather chair that George was sitting in.

George glanced at the clock on the wall. "Its only 7:30!"

Linda glared at him and George immediatly retreated. "Fine. Fine. I'm going." He walked through the same door that Edward had fled through earlier.

After they had gone and Linda was alone she wiped some sweat from her forehead in relief. "Glad that's over. I can finally have some peace and quiet." She walked over to the couch behind the coffee table and stretched out on it and before she knew it, she fell asleep.

"YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! A HURRICANE IS COMING!" Someone yelled outside.

Linda's eyes flew open and she stood up. Running over to the front door, her brown boots clicking along as she went, she threw open the door and peered out and was met by a faceful of pouring ran. Pulling her head back in the house. She rolled her eyes. "Its only a mild storm. It'll pass over," she reassured herself. Walking back over to the couch she fell asleep on its cushy white fabric again.

Outside a tall man with deep tan skin quickly directed everyone toward a boat that was at a dock. He wore a purple bandana and wore a vest with no shirt under it and black ripped up jeans. His eyes were an ocean blue and they had a mischeivious tint to them. He looked over the small crowd of gathered people. "Is everyone here?" he asked.

"Look over there! There's a man on that roof!" A little boy exclaimed, pointing over the edge of the railing. Everyone ran over to her to see what he was talking about and infact, there was a man on the roof of a house, holding a meter up in the air.

The tall man ran off the boat and ran over to the house the man was standing upon. "Willton! We have to go!"

Willton ignored him. "These winds are incredible!" he murmured.

The tan man grabbed Willton's arm. "Let's go!"

Willton thrust his arm out of the tan man's iron grip. "NO, Iggy! I'm not leaving. I want to die with nature's wonders as my last sight."

There was silence between them until someone from the boat shouted, "Come on Iggy! We gotta go if we're going to make it!"

Iggy started running toward the boat, his signiture purple bandana whipping in the strong wind behind him, then he stopped and turned to look at his best friend. He murmured a couple of words of goodbye. "You were always my best friend, Willton. I... I hope you've had a good life."

Willton nodded at Iggy. "I have."

Iggy smiled, a single tear cascading down his tan cheek when the same little boy from before came running up to them.

"Come on Dad! You're gonna miss the boat!" he exclaimed, tugging at his father's vest.

Iggy looked down at his son, smiling at his curly hair. He then faced Willton again. "Goodbye Willton. It was nice knowing you."

Willton nodded. "Goodbye, friend."

Iggy nodded back, he then scooped up his son and started running toward the boat again. A minute later the boat cast off and quickly headed away from the island.

Two men walked along a dirt road. They were not on the Sunshine Islands anymore. They were in Forget-Me-Not Valley.

The one on the left had black hair that looked like he couldn't take control of, it stood up all over the place. The other man had short blonde hair, neatly brushed.

"So the residents left the island via boat, leaving behind a whole family and one random guy without knowing it?" The black haired man repeated.

The other one nodded.

"But while the people on the boat were fleeing, the storm caught up with them and they all died?"

The blonde haired man shook his head. "Not all."

The black haired man was taken a back. "How could one have survived?"

"Luck," the blonde haired man replied. "He's living here now, traveling wherever it was warm with his mother. But then his mother died after she gave birth to a son. He's been taking care of his little brother since."

"How old are they now?"

"16 and 12."

"But what are their names?" the black haired man asked.

The blonde haired man chuckled. "You ask too many questions. Their names are Kai and Denny."

"Those are strange names."

The blonde haired man nodded.

14 years later... (back on Sunshine Islands)

A girl lay on a beach, unconcious. Her long brown hair splayed out behind her in the sand. Her eyes slowly fluttered open.

She sat up and looked around her surroundings. Could it be? she thought. She got up and ran into the town. There were piles of rubble that must have once been buildings. Thats when something suddenly caught her attention. The girl walked over to one pile of rubble and leapt back in shock when she saw a skeleton. It was dirty, old and stinky. The head was the only thing left of it. The girl relaxed and looked more closely at the skull. Her eyes then drifted away from it and looked up at the clear sky blue sky.

This. This is it. This is the Sunshine Islands, what I've been looking for my whole life. And now I've finally found it, she thought. Her eyes drifted back to the skull Except. This is not what I wanted to see. My father's skeleton. I knew he would be dead, but not like this. Under a pile of rubble. Her eyes looked back up at the sky again. Father. I hope you had a good life. I wish I, Chelsea Cloudette, had gotten to know you better. Chelsea suddenly collapsed onto her knees and started sobbing.

Footnotes:

1- That's a real book. I love that series! :D

So what do you think? Please R&R! I worked soooo hard! :3

-Floopy, Luke, and Kurt.