As centuries vanished, so did Vivi's childhood memories…but one still remained…
A woman's and a girl's matching ember eyes flickered as they watched the snowfall.
The woman whispered in a language long forgotten. "A fire rages within your spirit, filia."
"Fire burns, mater mea," the girl proudly replied in the same tongue.
The woman opened her palm and a flame burst into existence. "Yes, but if you only let it burn…it shall consume you." She lowered the flame to a patch of snow. The ice melted to reveal fresh grass underneath. "But fire also brings life. Remember this, Vivi. Always…"
My first plan for this chapter was going to be about the Witch Princess's hate, but then I thought that this suited it better. Playing with the idea of Vivi's immortal life, what happened before Harvest Moon, was interesting so I decided to explore it more. Hope you've enjoyed it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or its characters...wish I do, but I don't. Also, according to yahoo answers (where I got the words), filia is Latin for 'daughter' while mater mea is Latin for 'my mother'.