Hey, guys!

Sorry I haven't been writing in a while. I went on vacation and have been really busy.

I'm thinking of new story ideas so keep checking back.

This chapter is the final one, the epilogue/ prologue. It shows what happened before the first chapter.

Thanks for all the reviews!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon.

"I'm tired," said the Goddess to herself, "Of being good. I want to be bad. I want to show those villagers that I am more important than they think, not to be taken for granted. To do something bad. Really bad." It was an impulse that she couldn't resist. She thought long and hard. She envisioned herself looking evil; her hair long and flowing to her waist, and her lips a frightening blood red. She could see herself with her eyes closed, surrounded by a murky darkness. It was in the water. And suddenly, she knew what she could do.

She shook her beautiful hair out of its normal buns and let it cascade past her waist, then adorned it with seaweed and dark purple flowers. She dressed herself in a long, ripped, off-shoulder gown. It was deep green and purple. The Goddess smiled, pleased at how dangerous she looked. She used a powder to darken her face and stared at the finished product in the reflection in her pond.

She now had to decide what to do. This was easy. She would go in the ocean, and await a swimmer. Lure it to her. Drown it, but keep it barely alive, until she would present the opportunity to one of them, to save themselves or one other. And kill the rest. Quickly, though, so it would not suffer. That would be a reminder of how much power she had. It would make her feel important again. Even then, it sounded extreme, but the Goddess was going to do it anyways. She did not know why, but it was as if she had no control over what she was doing. She did have control, in fact, but tried to convince herself that the horrors of what she was going to do where not of her own accord.

Suddenly, and without warning of a moment's hesitation, she began to cry. Her eyes streamed and as she wept, she felt sorry for what she was going to do, so so sorry. Her breathing slowed to a normal pace, but the tears leaking from beneath her delicate, closed eyelids did not cease. They kept coming… and coming. The Goddess felt as if a sharp knife had pierced her heart, and yet, the knife would not stop her from carrying out her intentions. She still did not know fully why she was doing it, but all she did know was that she would never forgive herself.

The Harvest Goddess knelt in her violet and forest gown beside her pool. She clasped her long thin fingers together and her sobbing slowly stopped as she pleaded, to no one in particular. Well, maybe to everyone, that her actions would only happen once, and that the town could recover. Then she sat up, and as if in a trance, closed her eyed and materialized into the ocean. The cold black waves seemed to portray the terrible, horrible, wicked thing that she was going to do.

And so, this story draws to a close. I hope that you have enjoyed it and will continue to read my next ones! But for now, au revoir!

: ) Izzy