Ok... I know what you are probably thinking right now. Why would a boy with
his lack of talent write a story like this? Here's my question: Why not?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon, but wishing I did is totally another thing. I own the characters but I don't own the grandparents or anyone like that. That's a bummer too, just to think about it.
Farmers, Planters, and Sorcerers! Oh my!
Chapter 1: New Life
An old bus was riding along its routine on Interstate 299 towards the last stop, Tree Blossom Village. Inside the rusted piece of junk, 2 siblings sat waiting for their world to spice up as they sped towards their new home.
The older sibling, James P. Moon, looked just like his grandfather; oak brown hair and eyes with an unstoppable and impressionable sense of adventure. He would go anywhere without the care of the world. The cares would only hit right after the adventure would end.
The other sibling had shown tough endurance for a 9 year old living through 4 deaths in the family. Her blondish brown hair swayed violently from the open window.
Her crystal blue eyes looked out the rusted open window, while radiating her immediate fear. She had always been the one to fear what could happen ever since her mother died. She didn't need to lose her older brother for anything.
"Are you afraid?" James spoke calmly as he tried to find a comfortable position to sleep. Suddenly, he left forward, "Ow! Point in the back! Not good! Not good at all!"
A smile grew on the girl's face as James felt the seat for a loose spring. She cracked out a laugh, but managed to subdue it before it got noticeable. James looked at her with well determined smile.
"Is that the first time you did that since mother died?" James asked before he turned to feeling for the spring. She shook her head yes before her attention returned to the window.
The bus arrived 12:00 A.M. just outside the small village. James grabbed his sister's hand and whispered, "Jamie, we're here."
She snapped awake. New village. New people. New fears. Oh no!
She wrapped herself up into a ball and pledged to herself that she wouldn't get off the bus. "Jamie, we don't have time for this!"
She didn't move. "Jamie! Come on!"
She still didn't move. "Ok, suit yourself! It's a long ride back to the orphanage!"
Orphanage? She hated orphanages. How could they serve cockroaches for dinner? That was just plain disgusting! She unwrapped herself and rushed off the bus.
The crisp air met them as they looked around. An old weathered sign hung over a gate. It read "Iris Farm."
"Here we are!" James' face lit up with enthusiasm. Running to the gate with bags in hands, he kicked them open. "Ok, I'll fix that tomorrow."
Jamie gave a small squeak. James turned around, "Nothing's wrong. Just come on!"
The nine year old sped up and matched her brother's speed. They stopped looking at the field littered with stumps and huge rocks. "We'll have to deal with this later."
They walked into the cottage that Grandpa Jack and Grandma Elli lived.
It was roomy, Jack admitted as he looked at the one bed. Pulling out a few blankets out of a suitcase, he made himself a bed. Climbing into it, he fell fast asleep.
Jamie sighed, "James, the work in head of us will be hard. Good night, my eldest brother."
Please R&R! Flames welcome! Constructive Criticism welcome as well! Chapter 2 will be posted when I get at least 4 reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon, but wishing I did is totally another thing. I own the characters but I don't own the grandparents or anyone like that. That's a bummer too, just to think about it.
Farmers, Planters, and Sorcerers! Oh my!
Chapter 1: New Life
An old bus was riding along its routine on Interstate 299 towards the last stop, Tree Blossom Village. Inside the rusted piece of junk, 2 siblings sat waiting for their world to spice up as they sped towards their new home.
The older sibling, James P. Moon, looked just like his grandfather; oak brown hair and eyes with an unstoppable and impressionable sense of adventure. He would go anywhere without the care of the world. The cares would only hit right after the adventure would end.
The other sibling had shown tough endurance for a 9 year old living through 4 deaths in the family. Her blondish brown hair swayed violently from the open window.
Her crystal blue eyes looked out the rusted open window, while radiating her immediate fear. She had always been the one to fear what could happen ever since her mother died. She didn't need to lose her older brother for anything.
"Are you afraid?" James spoke calmly as he tried to find a comfortable position to sleep. Suddenly, he left forward, "Ow! Point in the back! Not good! Not good at all!"
A smile grew on the girl's face as James felt the seat for a loose spring. She cracked out a laugh, but managed to subdue it before it got noticeable. James looked at her with well determined smile.
"Is that the first time you did that since mother died?" James asked before he turned to feeling for the spring. She shook her head yes before her attention returned to the window.
The bus arrived 12:00 A.M. just outside the small village. James grabbed his sister's hand and whispered, "Jamie, we're here."
She snapped awake. New village. New people. New fears. Oh no!
She wrapped herself up into a ball and pledged to herself that she wouldn't get off the bus. "Jamie, we don't have time for this!"
She didn't move. "Jamie! Come on!"
She still didn't move. "Ok, suit yourself! It's a long ride back to the orphanage!"
Orphanage? She hated orphanages. How could they serve cockroaches for dinner? That was just plain disgusting! She unwrapped herself and rushed off the bus.
The crisp air met them as they looked around. An old weathered sign hung over a gate. It read "Iris Farm."
"Here we are!" James' face lit up with enthusiasm. Running to the gate with bags in hands, he kicked them open. "Ok, I'll fix that tomorrow."
Jamie gave a small squeak. James turned around, "Nothing's wrong. Just come on!"
The nine year old sped up and matched her brother's speed. They stopped looking at the field littered with stumps and huge rocks. "We'll have to deal with this later."
They walked into the cottage that Grandpa Jack and Grandma Elli lived.
It was roomy, Jack admitted as he looked at the one bed. Pulling out a few blankets out of a suitcase, he made himself a bed. Climbing into it, he fell fast asleep.
Jamie sighed, "James, the work in head of us will be hard. Good night, my eldest brother."
Please R&R! Flames welcome! Constructive Criticism welcome as well! Chapter 2 will be posted when I get at least 4 reviews!