A/N: Hey everyone! For all you Gill lovers out there, you'll either hate me for this one, or love me. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon
Chapter Five
The carpenter's building was now silenced by death. The ring of the silence bounced against the soldier's ear drums as they stepped over the bodies on the floor.
"Sir, we have found no evidence of the location," one of them said, pulling down the buckles of his helmet, his expression angry.
"But we've still got scrawny," the second one said, holding Gill's arms behind his back and a gun up to his head. "What do you know about this tree we've heard so much about?" they questioned him.
"I told you I don't know a damn thing about what you're talking about!" Gill protested, struggling to get free out of the soldiers arms. He couldn't take it; to see his friends and family-like figures, on the floor, dead, hurt him more than the mark on his arm, where a bullet had skimmed him.
"He's lying," the leader said, loading his rifle. Then, bending down, looking the white haired boy straight in the eye. "Aren't you, scrawny?"
"Get out of my face!" Gill hissed, kicking his legs frantically. He tried to kick them, tried to struggle, but all the guns around him just made him feel pressured, like if he made one wrong move… he'd be a part of the collection of lifeless bodies on the ground. "I told you I don't know a thing about what you're looking for! You killed my father who knew the most about it!" He spit out, doing everything to make his voice sound convincing, like he was telling the truth.
"I don't think so, scrawny. Someone on this damn island must still be alive to tell us!" The leader yelled, spitting into Gill's face. Gill thought of Molly, how she had rung the bell; he saw her, and he knew she had something to do with it…
Then he thought of his childhood. The painful memories before his mother died. Those little pixies, the sprites. Different colors and there was about 4 or 5 of them. He would sneak out to play with them and they always spoke of something… Some sort of tree, which kept the land beautiful and living.
"Tell me little sprite, why is this tree so important?" He would ask curiously, and they would laugh playfully. But then, the event that changed his life finally happened: His mother died. And when he came back to the sprites land, 2 years later, they were gone. Nothing, nothing was there, no one.
"I don't know a damn thing about it now get out of my face, AND GET OFF MY ISLAND!" Gill cried, kicking the guard behind him in the shin, which made the guard let go.
"No kid, get off my island." The gun was shot. Gill fell. The bullet inside of his chest withered up, sending poison to his lungs. Gill, the boy whose Mother died, the son of the mayor, the boy who saw the sprites, fell on the ground, and died with his friends.
A/N: Sorry so short! I hope you liked it! Please, please review, thank you! :D