A/N: Welcome to my edition of Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life. As you may expect, this is planned to carry on through the many years prepared for the main character of the series. I went ahead and kept my name instead of the infamous 'Jack,' since I love to pretend I am undergoing the 'Wonderful Life' (Because I desperately need it). As the reader, you are more than welcome to exchange the character's name with your own preference (since it is nothing more than Find and Replace option).

Anyways, allow me to apologize ahead of time in case I do not publish a chapter or more chronically. As you can predict, there must be plenty of detail to be planned out, as well as know how the game plays out thoroughly in order to keep things precise and accurate. I'll do my best to do so. Enjoy.

Official Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim any property of the Harvest Moon franchise. It is the sole property of Natsume. I do, however, take claim to the use of my alias and how I further interface with H.W.'s characters.

"He wasn't happy, but he didn't seem to have a direction in life..."

He's mumuring to himself again. The thirtieth moment I'd say of him stating something abruptly; I'm forced to take note this entire ride. Though I try to express my generosity to holding a conversation, he seems to wander off into his own mind halfway through any subject. Much like now, he is taking about someone without any prior warning. Whatever, the view through the passenger window offers more interest than him.

This rigid old truck must not be moving more than ten miles per hour. Even skittering wildlife pass us every now and then on the barricading grass-fields to the sides. Not to say I am complaining, since I can enjoy the living portrait that is nature. The only influence of man around here is the flattened dirt road which we are traveling down. I cannot determine the actual distance from our destination due to the numerous curves necessary to get pass the overgrowth blocking an otherwise straight path..

I don't have a watch to accurately account how much time has gone by since we left my urban hometown, but surely an hour or two is a good guess. My attention is quick to dissipate to any random thing that catches my eyes. A bird sweeps across the windshield. Tree branches swaying without the need of wind. Probably small animals. There's a hint of manure in the cramp air in this vehicle. This truck is going so damn slow...

"One day, I went to see him. I told him about the farm you left to him."

I see, he must have been talking about me. My father passed away not even a month ago. It is sudden news, but have yet to feel phased by it. He left me and my mother a decade ago to live the life of a farmer: "To pridefully harvest in nature's finest," he claimed. Every now and then I hear those words triumphing out of his fabricated mouth, as if to torment me like it did to mother. Somehow she endured the few years after his sudden decision, but she was quick to surcease to mental instability and accompanying illness. She died when I was merely fourteen.

Having no contact with him, I was left alone to struggle through the harsh demands of the evolving civilization; to this day I am not sure if he ever knew that mother died. Survival was mostly futile at times, but I still tried. I knew I was not going to return to the damnable person that abandoned us to endorse another life. Guess I can say that I managed in the end as I am still around to expand my life's tale.

I was never able to maintain property as most funds were directed to feeding myself and obtaining essentials to urban life, such as affording fees. Perhaps out of sheer desperation for his contact, I kept a hold on a mailbox though I rarely checked it. Just two months ago I received a piece of mail from Mr. Takakura, an old friend of my father from what I had to deduce, to inform me of my father's sudden demise. It seemed to be a natural cause from his description, and proposed that I meet up with him to hear out my father's will. I was surprise to even learn that he would have a will, much less remember me to provide it to.

His will was simple: upon his death, all of his assets on the farm in an unknown village of Forget-Me-No Valley be placed under my possession. I'll admit that I was on the verge of tears(if I wasn't already crying); it would be the first time in seven years that I'd have rights to owning property, much less be in the presence of "acquaintances." However, I know that I cannot forgive that bastard despite this inheritance.

"Your son didn't seem to know much about farming, but he was willing to give it a try. So I brought him to Forget-Me-Not Valley."

Naturally I didn't know much, if anything, about farming; I lived in the town for most of my life, or at least the amount I can remember. Mother would reminiscence at night about father having ambitions to being a farmer, and that I wanted to join him on the farm. I still think that was ludicrous of myself to "want" such, if it meant leaving mother in the cruel, uncaring hands of civilization. Before father set off, our family had always been settled in the city life; it was only great-grandfather's generation that once inhabited the rural land. There must have been some kind of "destiny," if it can be called such, that forced father's hand to abandon all he had to become a farmer. I don't remember hearing if our family once owned land in this Forget-Me-Not Valley nor what was so special about this tiny village nearly four hours away from the city.

The truck slows down upon reaching a cul-de-sac of sorts just short of two parallel mountains ahead. I can see a more narrow path in between the two obstacles; it must be the only road leading to the valley from the looks around here. I mean damn, those mountains are large in longitude AND latitude. "We'll need to walk from here; truck won't take us any further," Takakura mumbles as he open and closed his door behind him to proceed climbing down the slope and unto the route.

"Too bad," I mumble as well as I follow after him. I'd rather him try to get that truck through than to walk. That's not to say I don't want to walk; I'm a rather active type of fellow, but he seems to want to half-ass things since we left the city. He didn't want to take bus that could've saved us thirty minutes, he insisted that taking the curvy path was shorter than the other straight path that could have easily have taken us here(hell, I SEE that same damn path behind us that diverges from the taken), and now wants to the village that is supposedly ahead. He has officially earned a spot on my "most annoying" list if I ever make one.

I am glad that it is not a long path; I can see the opposite clearing just twenty meters away. There is plenty of shading on this route. Trees implanting on the two mountains hang overhead and cover up the path below. The wind blows through the created funnel in an eerie manner, echoing a horrifying melody as if ghouls instantly surround you while they moan in harmony. It's a good thing that it is midday right now. This would be a scary place during the night. I'll have to take a note not to travel through here during that time, if at all. I probably won't be leaving my new farm for any time soon... or at all during my life.

"Your dad and I shared the same dream, you know. I bet he never told you... But I remember it all." My mind is taken away from his sudden statement at the gorgeous scenery before me. We are situated at a higher elevation than the village below so I can see the great majority. The sun graces the valley as it reflects off the several roofs of buildings and the luscious meadows surrounding stoned paths. Bright green grass enchants this area in every spot, some portions unoccupied by the residents are taller than most, adding more beauty to the scenery as it flows with the gentle wind passing through. I can see a few fields dedicated to harvest scattered in a few locations, mostly in this farm in-front of us.

Takakura proceeds forward with arms behind his back, promenading through the farm on the path bisecting it from house and field. I will have to assume this is not father's farm as I follow after him, taking note of its stature as I pass by. I can see two residents bent down in a patch, dedicating their attention to the resources growing in the field. It is one of each gender as much as I can determine, judging from the lengths of the hair from my location. I do not have much more time to take in the sight as Takakura seemed to increase his pace as he continued. Seriously, I can't predict what this guy will do.

A few meters later we cross a wooden bridge that connects the branched farm behind us to the village ahead. The bridge must be rather sturdy as I walk across it and observe how large in bulk it is. I mean surely it is, I wouldn't want it collapsing in short time if I'm living here. We pass by elderly man who is standing on the edge in the middle of the bridge, dedicating his attention to the stream below. I felt like I should try to warn him not to stand so close to the edge, but if it didn't merit any concern to Takakura who is also a resident here, then it must be... safe. I don't think I'd be able to get his attention anyways; not even our combined loud steps on the bridge seem to phase the man. His line of sight seems to be focused on the winding stream leading back behind a line of trees. I can hear water splashing in the distance to both of my sides. To the left is the entrance to the vast sea, its end being the sky's horizon, and to the right is that winding stream. I assume there must be a waterfall that trails to the mountain back there. I sure would love to see it after I get adjusted to here.

Every few yards there are street lamps posted along the side of the roads. I have to say I'm baffled; I was not expecting this place to have a form of electricity to thrive on. At least, that's what I've known most lamps to run off of. I do not see a candle or flick inside of its carrier as the old generations relied on to have light during the night. It is not too strange that guess that one of these buildings host a generator to provide the source.

Takakura takes a right at the upcoming fork in the road. His direction leads uphill into an opening between two groups of trees. That must be the entrance to the farm, though I see no indication otherwise(it'd be nice to see a sign around here). The path not taken leads straight into the heart of the valley where a few buildings populate. There are five buildings that I can see while traveling behind Takakura, and three oddly structured sculptures in the distance behind those. The closest of the three had to be a sort of laboratory(though why one would be out here in rural sight is beyond me) judging from the equipment scurried around it. To its left seems to be a tepee- no, a poorly up-heaved tepee that leans against a tree nearby. To the farthest right is a large metal rock that glistens from the sun above. Well, maybe it's a trailer, but I don't recall those being so bulky and shard on edges.

Without taking these distant additions into account, five buildings that house a minimum of three residents, I deduce this town has to have a minimal of fifteen citizen. It will be a quiet experience if that is what I'll have to expect from this new life, but it sure does beat the over-population of the city. Maybe there will be some ample maidens close to my own age to get "familiar" with. Oh, what a distracting mind I have; I don't even realize I bump into Takakura who halts abruptly during the hike up. "Ow. Why did you sto-"

"This land you see here... Your dad and I found it together." My first impression: it is amazing. It is an exact depiction of a typical farm found in magazines, except it is mine to have. There are two entrances from the looks of the scene: one from where we entered, and the other a few meters north through an opening between another group of trees. The entire property is encapsulated in a shell of forest, the western entrances trimmed of the massive amount for easier access and sight.

There are a few buildings standing in the southern region: the closest is a real cabin, the type made of sturdy wood and not some replicate material like that one modeled in malls. It's aged from the looks of it, indicating to some extent how long this place has been inhabited. Further down is a taller stone building with a large slanted roof. This seems to be the centerpiece of the farm, probably where the food and resources are stockaded. To its front is the barn from its obvious large space. It has an appendix on both sides: the right offers the large cylinder solo where fodder is kept(a little something I picked up from reading Farmer's Digest) and the left is occupied by a sort of crumpled shack built from older wood. I'd place my bets that tools are placed in there. In front of the barn is a large area(probably twenty meters in diameter from my perspective) dedicated to luscious tall grass for livestock, enclosed by a double-laced fence. It is indeed a beautiful combo, and I'd guess there is a large barn-door that leads the livestock to and from the barn to the field on the other side. My attention is returned back to the centerpiece, and to its right is what really adored to my respect: a true house. It is a combination of wood and stone that holds this beaut up, complete with chimney, roof, and a few windows(I hope). It is by far much larger than the cabin closer to the entrance, and I'm claiming my rights to it right here. I'll yell it if I have to.

"It has old, but strong buildings and some fallow fields." Takakura coughed while scratching his nose, flexing his back as if proud of this accomplishment of a farm.

"It sure is something, alright." I had to admit out loud, even if it only feed on to his pride. I can only imagine the daily routines he and my father had to do to maintain this facility. It will no doubt take time to adjust to whatever methods is required to harness the quality of this farm, but I know I will have to do it. This is mine now. This is my pride that will be nurtured from now on, Takakura.

"So... I think it's your destiny to take on this farm. I'll be here to help you out." He provides me a gentle smile as if he is my own father, proud to hand over his belongings to his son. It is not the kind of scenes that I would ever think to come across. I cannot help turning my sight aside to avoid seeing him. "...Don't call it destiny. If it was destiny, father would have taken us with him when he created this farm. I can only see this as penitents for his actions." I had to fight back a tear while speaking my mind. Takakura is not helping the situation by placing his hand on my shoulder, then scuffing my hair. This bastard is really annoying.

"Why don't I show you around?" He is quick to dismiss the sudden conflict as he walks towards the barn. I had to wipe at my eyes before I follow after him.

"This is the barn." Takakura points at the obvious building. "This is where the cattle, sheep, and horse live. I'll show you the inside later." ...I'll have a horse? I wasn't expecting that kind of animal here, nor would I know what to do with it. Maybe I can hoard it for a horse race gamble? Oh man, that'd rack in the money if I get it high and mighty.

"Next door is the tool shed." He declares as he walks further to the rankled annex. "There is a tool shelf, a shelf and a few other things. That's where you store your tools." Urgh, he's being too obvious! OF COURSE the tools go in a tool shed, old man! Why do you need to thoroughly inform me of such?

"I put some tools you'll need on the tools shelf. I also put some seeds on the shelf. They're there to use." I am at least graceful for him to provide that information. It will get me started during the first few days at the farm.

Takakura turns back around to the centerpiece of the farm and puts his thumb towards it. "That is the food storage. Put dairy products in here to ship. I'll take it to the market in town on the following day. If there's something you want me to buy, just write it in the ledger." As expected, the headquarters of the farm operation. All of the products I yield will be stored there and shipped throughout the world(well, neighboring towns); what an ambition! I have to admit I'm curious as to what he meant by "if there's something you want me to buy." Looking at this old buildings gets me the desire to update them with more... proper material. Oh steel, you will do nicely around here.

He continues to walk towards the house. I expect him to say something about it, but he disregards it and walks to the right. Damn right Takakura; don't go saying that is YOUR house. I continue to follow him, noticing a few patches of dirt fields plotted in a few sections of the farm; two are close-by the house and a far distant one to the north edge. The last one stretching the entire longitude of the farm, from forest to forest. I bet that will be where most of my crops will be grown. These other two don't seem to offer much room, and the dirt seems... spiffy. My attention arrives at a white and red shack close by.

"This is the chicken coop, where the chickens live." Poultry? Heck yeah, I'll have plenty of supply for breakfast. Going to love having eggs- huh? Further to the right of the coop is a much older shack in much worse condition than the tool shed. The door is barred by two planks of wood and pieces of foundation are begging to tear off on their own accord. "Say, Takakura, what is that building over-" He has already left me behind to walk towards the house. Why would he not talk about this shack? It's obviously abandoned, but it must have some significance if it is still here and not destroyed.

As soon as I turn my attention back to the house, I hear several approaching barks behind me. Dogs? In this remote valley? Then again, its a farm so father probably had a few domestic pets as he lived here. I'd find it hard to live alone with Takakura as a primary resident. At my feet are two dogs; each are of the same height, but are of two different breeds. The left has floppy ears and the right has pointed ears. Both of them have bandanas wrapped around their necks, an indication that they have owners. I hear Takakura groan as he closes in.

"These dogs must be strays..." ...What? Strays that own their own bandannas? Next he'll inform me they are bandits.

"Looks like these guys like you. Do you wanna keep one? Go ahead and pick one." I'd rather keep both, but it is probably for the best I keep only one at the moment. I'm sure the other will gain a proper home if left with Takakura... Oh, I see what he's doing. He WANTS one of them. What a sneaky bastard. I pick up the dog with floppy hears and scruff his head. "I'll give you the name Sebastian, boy. I hope you'll be a damn good watchdog for me." He gives me an acknowledging bark as he huffs against my scratching.

"Alright then," Takakura bends down and picks up the other. "I'll find an owner for the other one. I'll build a doghouse for the little guy later."

...So he wasn't going to keep the other? Ah crap, now I'm going to feel bad for that dog. At least he said he'll find him an owner; Takakura doesn't seem to be the type to go against his word. I place Sebastian back down on the ground, and he quickly runs off into the grass field, lost to the sight. It seems he's going to enjoy his stay here at the farm. He better be a damn good watchdog...

"Finally, this is your house." He doesn't hesitate as he points to the luxurious house. YES. IN YOUR DAMN FACE, TAKAKURA. MY HOUSE. I manage to suppress my greedy demeanor as I smile and nod to his statement. I cannot wait to get settled down into that beautiful house. I must be drooling at the mouth as I imagine the upcoming delight of living in a home.

"I fixed it up a little, but it's still not much."

"Oh no, it is definitely quite a lot. I appreciate the fact that you are giving me this house. You are more than welcome to... occupy..." Urgh. "It once in awhile. Actually, where do you live on this farm?" That house better not have a twin bed, or worse... a single bed that we must share.

"...Oh, my house is... You can see my house on the other side of the food storage." He confirms that the cabin at the edge of the farm is his quarters. Oh glorious God, thank you for providing him his own shelter!

"That's all you need for now. Once you get going, you can build up the place." Oh yes, I do plan on adding onto this place. First thing to go up is a bad-ass sign in the front that advertises my farm of... Of... Wait, what is the name of this farm anyways? I don't recall Takakura mentioning that part. "Hey Takakura, what is the name of this-"

"Oh yeah, come here for a second..." He is quick to abruptly leave me behind and enter the barn. Why is he so inclined to ignore my statements? He must be more senile than I once thought. Slightly depressed at the occuring thoughts of having to support him on this farm, I follow after him after shifting past the barn door. The inside is so spacious. There are many pins to separate livestock, a watering container to house water(I noticed a well beside my house, now that I think about it), a vender that connects to the solo outside to get access to fodder, a disposal for getting rid of... unwanted things, a cow to keep the other live... stock... Wait, a cow? I HAVE A COW? I run over to Takakura who is petting her.

"I bought you a cow to get you started. Put the feed in here." He points over at the pin's kettle after pointing towards the solo vender.

"Wow, you didn't have to do this for me, Takakura! I'm sure I could eventually afford one on my own. I mean, she must have costed at least-"

"$4,000." He interjects quickly.

"..."

"Yep." Takakura seems to be talking to the cow as he continues to pet her.

"Like I said, thank you for bringing her to the farm! She is a great asset to the growing family around here!" Oh man, I should have known that the cow would range somewhere in that price. Now I'm starting to wonder what everything else costs around here. I only managed to save $3,000 from life in the city.

"Yep, and she needs a name."

"I bet she does. How about Ol' Betsy? Heh, a good little cliche, and most befitting." I jest as I scratch on her brow, meriting a moo from her.

"Alright, Ol' Betsy it'll be."

"Yeah... Wait, what? NO, not Ol' Betsy! Just Betsy! I was just playing off an old jok-"

:Yep, Ol' Betsy suits her nicely. Hm-mm." Takakura chuckles as he slaps at her belly. Oh, what's the use? Anything I say just goes close to his mouth only to be trampled by his own words. I'd have a more profitable argument with a mule than Takakura, and I'd probably get a better response from it.

"It's already been about 10 days since she gave birth, so you can milk her. She's healthy, so twice a day is good." Whoa, milking? I hadn't given that a thought. Rather, I didn't even expect having to do such. It would be the only way of getting milk though, so I'll have to get adjusted to it. Now how would I do such? My gaze travels down her side and to her pink utters. There...

"That's about it.. Oh yeah! You have to think of a name for this farm... what'll it be?" Oh, NOW we get to the root of all problems. I swear to- never mind, it is best to just get through this day and get him out of my hair for awhile. I haven't put much thought into the development of a name. I was kind of expecting the farm to already have a name. I suppose it'd have to undergo another since it will be under my control from now on. I don't have any major attractions to objects or people to leech the name from. I wouldn't dare name the farm after my father, nor do I want to tarnish mother's name by his blasphemous desire.

"I don't know of a name, to tell you the truth." I rub against my temple at the sudden frustration building in my mind. "It's quite a wonder that I'd happen onto this gift from that bastard of a father. A wonder that I survived long enough to be blessed with a better chance at life. A wonder that I'd be able to live that life with cheer as mother would surely want." The recurring concept hit me like a brick. Damn, it had quite a wallop. "Well, perhaps it is just best to call it as is: a wonder. Yeah, why not. I'll go with Wonder Farm!" It'll do for now. I can always change my mind later on anyways.

"Wonder Farm, eh? Sounds good enough to me. Oh yeah, I should probably tell you about the people who live around here... I'm not so sociable, but me let introduce you to them." Takakura turns his back to me as he heads towards the exit. I bet I'll suffer from an anyorism from this guy soon, I know it. Despite the obvious flaw in his persona, he had a point. I need to learn of the residents around here in order to get adjusted. Heh, maybe I'll see some maidens like I had previously thought. Oh man, please let there be some!

We turn down the path not taken yet, the one heading towards the villa. The closest building on the left is surprisingly tall, hosting three floors. There is no way that this is merely a house! Standing in front is a family of three: the father, the mother, and... the distant offspring? Adopted child? I have no idea, he doesn't look like either of the parents from my observation.

The father is a large tub-of-lard, literally. His Caribbean style shirt hardly covers his chest as his stomach protrudes outwards, there isn't even a need for the tiny jacket acting like his personal bra. A hat(a beany, really) sits on his black hair, eyes seem to squint too often, and two buck teeth shoot out of his mouth in a curious manner. Definitely a weirdo. His better-half(in all terms of the word) stands beside him in a loving manner, keeping him company in some chatter. She is dressed accordingly in an orange shirt and topical skirt while sporting an apron. Her hair is the same color as the husband, but her eyes are much more open showering its audience with a ruby color. The only problem I'd have is her pudgy figure. Then there's the boy. He seems to be of the adolescent age, evident by his blond mop-top hair and his snazzy attire. White pants, light blue shirt, alabester jacket, and a tooth necklace situated around his neck. He seems like he is born for the city life, compared to me. Well, that is VERY obvious at this point if comparing our attire. I did not have any current wear so I had to use some clothing that Takakura happened to have in his truck. Overalls, beige shirt, brown dirty shoes, and brown gloves(the only thing I've liked about the suit; frickin' awesome). I seem more at home here than the boy.

Takakura approaches the family while wrapping his arm around my shoulders, trying to balance the attention between us... he really isn't the social type, I see. "There's Tim, who runs the Inner Inn, his wife Ruby and their son, Rock. ...(How should I introduce you?)" I can't believe Takakura whispers that last portion in my ear. Does he have a problem with my name?

"(What? Tell me you've just forgotten what it was! I have a pretty damn good name, you know!)" I raise my hand over our faces so that the others do not see our dispute. I might even smack him a good one for this crap.

"(...So what is it?)" URGH. THERE'S THAT ANYORISM. I'M SO PISSED.

"(IT'S ELIYA! FUCK, I TOLD YOU WHAT MY NAME WAS WHEN WE MET!)"

"(Eliya? Got it.)" He retreats from our hustle as he shuffles my shoulders about. "This here's Eliya. He'll be the new owner of the farm: Wonder Farm." ...That's it, I'm done with him. He is the pinnacle of people that I hat-

"AH, SO YOU'RE THAT NEW OWNER? NICE TA MEETCHA. I'M TIM OF THIS HERE HOTEL. IF YOU EVER FEEL LONELY, DON'T HESISTATE TO DROP BY FOR THE NIGHT." Correction, Tim has that title now. Before I could even finish my mental note, Tim rushes at me with arms flailing, grabbing hold of my shoulders and shaking me about. To make matters worse, certain syllables came with an unwanted gift of his saliva that squirts through the opening in his buck teeth. Oh man, I will not be able to handle this guy.

"Hello Eliya, I hope you enjoy your new life here in Forget-Me-Not-Valley," Ruby offers in an apologetic voice as she pulls Tim away, cuddling her embrace around his arm. With such an open affection for that guy, I might be able to forgive him. Momentarily. Rock walks up in front of me, wielding the widest grin I've ever seen in my life.

"Yo bro! Welcome to the hip peep 'round here! I'll keep ya in touch with the most happenin' things that go 'round here, dawg!"

...Uh, what? "Well... thanks. Be sure to... um, keep me on the down-low." I won't be able to keep up with his slang mettle, nor do I wish to. I'll try to avoid him for the most part of leaving here. Come to think of it, I'm afraid to see the other residents of this valley just from meeting the these guys.

"And, there's a girl staying here named Nami, too. You might meet her... soon enough." Takakura shrugs his shoulders as he stares at the third floor as if indicating she resides up there. To tell the truth, I probably don't want to meet her if she's like this incredulous family.

We leave the presence of the hotel to travel slightly more down the road to the next house to the right. It is a humble abode, something I'd expect retirees to settle in. As if on cue, an elderly couple wobbles out in unison to greet us. Age must be their greatest utility for them if they were anticipating us to arrive at their door. I notice the man was the fellow that stood at the bridge while we arrived. I want to say he looks alright, but he seems to have a permanent frown upon his face. His cold stare intimidates me as soon as our eyes connect. I don't know what I've done to earn that glare, but I'd sincerely apologize for it if he'd stop. To his side must be his wife, possessed by a cheerful demeanor as she kept a lean on her husband. It is the perfect "opposites attract" scenario for these two, I presume on observation.

"This is Galen and his wife Nina." Takakura repeats his manner of greetings, wrapping his arm around me. I can't say I am not expecting him to ask for my name.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you, deary." Nina whimpers as she walks up to me and pats my hand. She is taking the typical approach of an elderly by getting physical with her guest. It is somewhat bothersome for me, especially as Galen give me an even colder stare. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

"...Do you like to fish, boy?" Galen mumbles as he continues to stare. The answer is obvious in this case... I hope.

"...Y-y-yes?" I left the end of the statement in a turnabout, hoping to change it to a quick "no" in case of the worse.

"...Good, good. Stop by sometime and we can discuss it." Galen finally gives me a smile as he retreats back into the house, Nina following shortly. Note to self: studying fishing.

Further down past a vacant lot is another house. This one is well-developed: two stories with articles of banners and decorations dripping down its walls. Yet again, as if the cue is given, a family comes jogging out of the house in unison. This one seems more of a very structured family. A father wearing blue athletic attire with accompanying headband, a mother suited in business casual (unusually pink, might I add) wearing an appropriate pair of glasses, and a son who wears similar attire of his father expect in red. By the time they had left the house, the males begin stretching as the mother attends to her makeup. A very structured family, indeed.

"This is Chris. This is Wally and his son Hugh." Takakura mentions as he approach.

"Hello there! Nice to meet you, but I must leave. Got to get the work, ya know~?" The wife, Chris, leaves as soon as we get close, heading towards the passage between the mountains.

"Hey hey hey! Nice to see ya around young man! You know what's good for the body? Exercise, of course! You must constantly push your body to the limits in order to get stronger and healthier, right Hugh my boy?"

"That's right, pop!"

"Hech YEAH that's right! Speaking of which, it's time for our regular job around the valley! Be sure to get up nice and early in the mornings to join us to get in the best shape shape SHAPE!"

"..." I do not even have a chance to interject as the two hyper beings travel quickly down the road, traveling slightly past the entrance to Wonder Farm and down the path leading into the forest. I do not see myself conversing/interacting with them anytime soon...

Adjacent to Wally's estate is a building that reads Blue Bar- OH HELL YEAH. A BAR. IN THE VALLEY. IN MY FRICKIN' VALLEY. I'll be a regular here, for sure... when appropriate, I remind myself. Takukara knocks on its door, calling out to the owner. Momentarily, two people come walking out and already shaking my hand. The gentleman is quite the manly man, for a lack of better words. He wears some neato brown pants, a fashioned belt with a large buckle of a "G," a unbuttoned shirt that gives rise to his overgrown chest hairs, and he brands a dominant moustache and swirled up hair with a NICE mullet. He must have been a child of the disco years.

But enough about him... Oh, the waitress of the place. What a babe. A seduce crimson dress that clings close to her skin, revealing her well-toned figure. A baby blue jacket that clings even tighter to her shoulders, prompting her bosom to lift even higher than what the dress seems to have them. Blond hair and blue eyes with a red shade of lips. She definitely came from the city. She has a very friendly and clingy attitude about her, as I personally find out as I shake her hand and she wraps around my arm. I think I'll start drinking tonight.

"Griffin runs the Blue Bar, where Muffy works." Takakura wrangles me free from Muffy's grasp, despite the harsh stares I give him. You bastard. Always getting in the way!

"Be sure to stop by every once in awhile for a damn good drink, ya hear?" Griffin laughs as he swipes back his hair. So cool.

"AND be sure to drop by to see me, handsome~." Muffy giggles as she waves at me. DAMN SEXY.

"You know it! I happen to have quite a good tolerance to alcohol, so expect to see me quite ofte-!" I do not have a chance to finish my boast as Takakura hussles me back to the road towards a steep slope. "How about we go see the rest of the people." Not now, Takakura! Have some sense for once and let me go!

I am forced to abandon my desire to get "accustomed" to the bar as Takakura keeps an arm around me as he head up the hill. The road is thoroughly aligned with street lamps and elegant gates as we get closer to the mansion before us. I cannot even believe that such wealth exists around here! I mean, this mansion is HUUUUGE! A monstrous waterfall graces the front of the mansion, statues of fish adding on to its decore. Two green hedges of perfect cut borders the mansion's entrance, and green grass of perfect level graces its boundaries leading up to the encasing gates. We walk in through the large, metal, embedded doors and its glory is even further prided. A catwalk hangs overhead that lead onto the second, third, fourth, AND fifth floors, and each floor can be expected to be graced by decorations beyond normal circumstances. A large ebony piano is placed to the right along with a young lass playing elegantly on it, and to the left are sofas and tables with floras of many varieties. An elder lady, probably even older than either Galen or Nina, strides in from a room centered between two stairs leading to the second floor. She is accompanied by a butler, a real butler, of a similar age. The young lady stops playing and joins with the elder as they approach us. She must be in the adolescent age as Rock is.

"Romana lives in the Vila with her granddaughter Lumina. And this is their butler, Sebastian." Takakura does not seem to offer a more formal greetings to the madame as her demeanor seems to demand. I could not help but offer a bow as I presented my name.

"Oh ho! Eliya, young lad, it is nice to meet you! I hope you do come by anytime during the day to have tea with us!" Romana proudly proclaims as she covers her mouth with the back of her hand, stifling a hearty laugh that would follow.

"Master Eliya, I welcome you to our humble mansion. Please make yourself at home any time you wish to visit." I feel much admiration towards Sebastian(heh, my dog) who shows his mastery of elegance and obedience.

"Hello, Eliya. Is it funny that your name is very similar to mine? Perhaps you may be a long lost cousin~. Come by anytime and I'll play for you~." Lumina is a sweet young lady with lenient manners. She has more of a childish expression than that is redefined by wealth. I'm sure to provide her company once in a while to help keep her well-adjusted, and not become some snob. I mean, it might be bound to happen; might as well prevent it. Maybe she can become a little like Muffy... Oh ho ho, Muffy~.

After a quick conversation and a drink of tea, we find ourselves walking down the road past the houses we visited(regrettably to much extent). I was sure to offer a wave to Muffy as she seems to be doing something... important outside with a beer mug, exchanged some strange hand sign with Rocky, and quickened my pace as Tim tried to give me a hug. Urgh.

We cross the bridge towards the farm we passed on the entrance to the valley. I assume this will be my competitor in produce in this area, so I try to keep myself level-headed prior in case the owner is the snobby type. I would be in for one heck of a surprise, for the owner comes running out from the field waving her gargantuan arm towards us. She is a very large woman; a bulky type who is meant for work. Orange hair braided behind her back, yellow shirt that stretched with her unusual muscle mass, blue pants that were as dirty as the dirt she came from, and an apron much too tight for her. I don't know how I survive the bear hug she entangles me in, but I wish she would have given it to Takakura instead.

"Vesta runs a farm like yours." Takakura smacks her shoulder blade with a brotherly tap as she bellows a tremendous laugh.

"That's right, buddy boy! Feel free to get any advice from me if you ever run inta trouble!" Where can I go to get the steroids you are obviously using? There is NO WAY that is all natural. I'm afraid to bluntly asking it, even mention it, as she can easily kill me with the flick of a bulk finger.

"Over there is Vesta's younger brother, Marlin." I turn my attention to the field Takakura points towards to see the young man from before. He only gives me a slight look before returning to his work. His appearance is that of the "greaser;" white collar shirt, jean pants, greased up black hair that swallows back to his neck, and a glare that begs for a fight. It would be hard getting along with this fellow.

"Celia helps out with the farm work here. This is where you can buy seeds." I do not catch the second portion of his statement as I am struck by awe at the young woman that comes to greet us. She had been working alongside Marlin when I arrived, and I wish I was able to greet her immediately. She has a natural beauty to her, unlike Muffy who has to rely on artificial material to get her sex appeal. Her skin is much pale despite the obvious amount of time she spends out in the sun. Her clothing is that of a maiden; a grass green dress with a dark green skirt beneath a beige apron graces her being, complemented by brown work shoes and white cross-hatched handkerchief that covers the top of her long brown hair. I am lost in the brown pools of her eyes as she gets closer to me. My attraction to her grows even stronger as she seems to blush upon coming closer to me.

The two of us are at a loss of words as we gaze into each others eyes, Celia being the first to diverge her sight to left slightly. "H-How do you do? My name is Celia, I work as Vesta's assistant on this farm." She reconnects her attention to me as she smiles gently. "I hope you enjoy living here!"

"...I-I'm Eliya... I'm the new owner of the farm just beyond here that I'm s-sure you know of. I mean, since you live here. What I mean to say is, I look forward to help tending to your field- I mean, helping fertilize your crop- I MEAN, blaaaaaaah." I quickly stumble on my words, earning a giggle from her. She is so gorgeous like this. "...I look forward to living here. Please offer me your guidance whenever possible." I return my smile and gain her blush. This is going to be a wonderful life.

After having yet another awkward moment trying to offer my leave, Takakura drags me away from the scene to head back to the bridge. He is both my bother and my savior now. "People live over there, too." He points to those sculptures past the residential buildings. "There are twins who make fireworks, an artist, a guy who does experiments all day, and someone who plays guitar. They're all weird, I say..."

"...Yeah, I was going to assume they might be slightly on the weird side." Even if you are one of them, Takakura, Hell, this whole valley is slightly on the weird side of the scale... Except for a few grand people.

Takakura points out to the east of the stream heading towards the apparent waterfall. "In that tent down there is a scholar who lives with his assistant. They're digging something up." ...Scholars? There is such a large variety of people in this little town. It is a very scary thought to know I'll have to adjust to them all.

"Hmm.. that's about it." His glance goes towards the forest beyond the farm. I notice that there is a path that leads into it, presumably the same path that Wally and Hugh take during the "routines." I'll be sure to travel through there in due time and have an exploration of sorts.

"You must be tired by now... take it easy and rest. Just ask me if there's anything you don't understand. See ya." As quick as he says it, he waves his farewell as he walks back towards the passage. Thank. God.

I rather worry if he'll be alright though; it is already close to sundown and that passage will be entirely pitch dark by the time he crosses through it. Then he has to drive that truck(down the curved road, of course knowing him)... Oh well, his choice. I'm starting to feel the fatigue hit me as I head towards my farm's entrance. Not even simple stretches of arms behind my neck and kicking of legs kept it away. I pass by Takakura's cabin with joy knowing it would not be my resting spot, and pass the barn and storage shed. I should check up on Betsy to see if she's doing alright, but I know she has plenty of food since Takakura filled it before I arrived. A glorious smile creeps up my face as I gain closer ground to my new home. Home~. However, that would quickly dissipate into a frown or grunt as if by magic, three pint-size figures appear in front of me.

I don't know how to begin describing them. Each one wears a bright color(red, yellow, blue) in similar attire of hat and shirt(I don't want to know why I cannot see any pants). Each have a slight variation of a puzzled look as they glare up at me.

"Huh? A Harvest Sprite I've never seen before."

"..A Harvest Sprite? What is-"

"Who is it? Who is it?"

"My name is-"

"Who is it? There aren't any other Harvest Spirtes besides us."

"No, I'm not a Harvest Sprite, and my name is E-"

"Who is it? Who is it?"

'DAMN IT, MY NAME IS EL-"

"Now that I think of it... So, who is it?"

"I'TS ELIYA, YOU BLABBERMOUTHS!"

"Eliya?"

"Yes, Eliya-"

"That's it! The Harvest Sprite named Eliya."

"What? No! I'm huma-"

"Ohhh, I see~."

"No you don't! I'm telling you that I'm hu-"

"I'm Nak. Nice to meetcha."

"My name is Nic. Pleased to meetcha~."

"I'm Flak. Pleased to meetcha~."

"LISTEN TO ME, YOU MIDGETS. I'M HUMAN NOT A DAMN HARVE-"

Before I could finish my correction, they have all vanished from site in a dash of cloud like they appeared. I'm so aggravated. My list of 'Most Hated' will be long and precise whenever I make one, I swear it. But enough of that, I convince myself as I drag my worn-out body inside the house. It is such a gander inside that house. A large single bed to the upper left, a turn-table by its side, a television set against the west wall, a shelf with many books placed on its levels, a makeshift kitchen with the bare minimum(meaning a sink), and table in the center of the room ontop of a decor rug. I would complain about not seeing a bathroom or toilet, but I've had enough for today. Like Takakura said, I can buy that later on during my life here.

I find myself collapsing on the bed by the time that I had registered the opening of the door. I don't even mind that the door is still open. My eyes once again scan the surrounding room before slowely drifting off to unconsciousness.

"As you always wished, he started working on the farm with me." I swear I could still hear Takakura's voice in the back of my mind as I drift off to sleep...