Hey! This is my first Harvest Moon fanfic.

I have decided to not follow the heart events, it seems a lot of stories do that with Skye and I wanted a change.

Hope you like it!
Poof!

Skye's POV

I'd been hearing about the valley's new farmer girl for a while now. Brown hair, purple eyes. Likes cows. Hates bugs. Allergic to curry.

Who's allergic to curry anyway?

Either way, I admit, it seemed like she was doing pretty well on that farm. Apparently she was earning almost as much money as Vesta's farm, on her own.

And she sounded much more intriguing than the simple Celia.

It was for those two reasons that I decided to pay a visit to her farm that night.

I planned my route carefully, choosing the best entrances and exits. I had planned to obviously enter and leave through the door, but there had to be a few options, you never know what might happen.

I whistled quietly to myself as I walked down the mineral town path. It was late – About 11:20pm. It's easier when it's dark and deserted, as I had built up quite a reputation in the valley.

For I was the Phantom thief.

The thief who warns his victims before the big show.

The thief who charms the local ladies with his amazing looks and smooth talking.

And also, the thief who stays out of the sun in case it ruins his skin.

I entered her house carefully, and shone my torch at her bed. She was sleeping soundly.

I walked slowly over to her, and examined her face.
She certainly was worth sweet-talking some time.

Shaking my head, I then focused on the job in hand. I went over to her beauty box, and carefully lifted the lid. It was filled with… Well… "Girl stuff". You know the sort.

"Eww…" I muttered, wrinkling my nose. "That was something I never needed to see."

Closing the box, I then went to her shelves.

I picked up the pieces of gold and mistril ore, looking at the sleeping form in amazement. She mined these?

"Clever girl…" I murmured, smiling.

Just as I was opening the fridge, I heard creaking from the bed. The girl was moving.

An amateur thief would have completely frozen at that thought, but I was experienced. I closed the fridge carefully, and turned to look at her. She was sitting up in bed, shaking as if she was scared of something. Then she switched on the light.

My eyes locked with hers.

"Who… What…" She said, still pinned under my stare. I smiled cheekily.

"It's okay gorgeous, I think you had a nightmare." I murmured, slowly walking towards her. She gasped and blushed. I carried on.

"But don't let that spoil your beauty, although I doubt anything really could." I said, tucking her hair behind her hair and winking at her.

"Go to sleep, and remember this dream." I whispered, making her lie back down, and switching off the light before I left.

Yeah, she's definitely worth sweet-talking. I thought, smiling to myself and disappearing into the night.