Author: Chicken Yuki PM
After sending away the Harvest Goddess, the Witch Princess begins to feel uneasy with her neighbors. Out of guilt, she tries and make amends with the people, but fails. She then leaves the valley for some unlikely counseling. Inspired by Awesome Rapidash.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Chapters: 2 - Words: 6,315 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 09-14-07 - Published: 09-11-07 - id: 3780206
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Author's Note: Congratulations, Awesome Rapidash. You just inspired this little one-shot of mine. Now, I don't know right now whether you feel flattered for inspiring this piece, or rather angry that I somewhat borrowed your plot, but either way, I hope I don't disappoint you/make up for my little transgression. And, well… if you and the other readers enjoy this, that's a big plus.
Disclaimer: And no, still don't own Harvest Moon. Awesome Rapidash is technically the originator of this plot, the nonsensical spin on it is my idea.
Harvest Moon D.S.
In a humble shack in Forget-Me-Not Valley, a single woman sighed long and hard.
The woman in particular had long, curly dirty blonde hair, and a pair of usually mischievous ruby eyes. She was garbed in mystical looking black and violet robes. Over the time she's spent in the valley, many for one reason or another call her the Witch Princess.
"Darn it… who would've figured everything would get worse since that day? All I tried to do is shut up that annoying Harvest Goddess once and for all, but instead I send her on a one-way trip to an alternate dimension while being incased in stone! That's two screw-ups in one instance! And what's worse, the people here are starting to get really irritated with me thanks to this new stunt! I have a feeling the lack of Goddess has been the cause of some of the recent run of bad luck! As much as I like stirring up some trouble, this is too much!" she rambled to herself.
"Well, it was your fault for being irresponsible in the first place…" the nagging voice of a brown-haired farmer with stoic brown eyes reminded her in her mind.
"CAN IT, LINK!!! I GET IT ALREADY!!!" The Witch Princess shouted at the top of her lungs.
She looked around frantically for the young man whom she called Link, but to no avail.
"Oh, great…now the stress has gone so far as to make me here voices! This bites…" she grumbled.
"No, what this is happens to be your conscience, that little voice that tells you what to do. I just happen to sound like your farmer friend because he happens to fulfill that role for you when he's actually around." Link's voice sighed in her head.
"What?! YOU?! I thought I got rid of you ages ago! I don't need no stinkin' conscience!" She raved.
"Well, too bad. You're feeling just guilty enough to have me around, so tough luck. Now deal with your little guilt trip and make peace to everybody!" her conscious cried.
"At least try! Even if the villagers are reluctant to hear you out." her conscious interrupted.
"NOW!!!" her conscious ordered her.
"Fine…fine. If it'll get rid of the stupid nagging voice in my head, I'm off already…" the Witch grumbled.
"That's not a nice way to speak about the voice of your friend…" the conscious grumbled back.
"I guess this is a decent first stop. It's practically the social center of this town… which makes me fear for this place sometimes." She uttered aloud.
She then opened up the door to see everyone busy chattering amongst themselves. One drinking man happened to be sitting in the stool closest to the entrance, while everybody else was clustered on the far end. Going with her common sense, the Witch Princess approached the nearby man first.
He had black hair styled in a pompadour fashion, and weary dark eyes. He wore a wrinkled white work shirt with a pair of blue jeans and a pair of black shoes.
His cheeks were a bit red from his alcohol exposure, but the Witch Princess went for it anyway.
"Um… hi…" The Witch Princess uttered aloud.
In reaction, the dark-haired man turned in a quick fury and pointed his finger.
"YOU!!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Despite his clearly loud voice, he managed to grab the attention of the others.
"Uh, yeah… it's me. The "despicable" Witch Princess. Anyway, Marlin, right? Yeah, I guess that's your name. That's what I overheard your folks call you. I'd just like to say that I've seen the recent run of windstorms ruining the crops around lately thanks to the Harvest Goddess' disappearance, and seeing as how you're one of the farmers around here, I guess I'd just like to say that I'm sorry for my screw up. That wasn't my intention to send her off along with her pixie friends. Honest…" she spoke in a calm tone, despite the fact that she knew that the tiny creatures were actually called Harvest Sprites.
The man supposedly known as Marlin snorted in disgust.
"Phaw….. yeah, right. I know about yur dirty tricks, you demon!" he cried. "I dun believe fer a minute you "accidentally" made the Harvest Goddess dizaper!"
The Witch Princess blinked.
"Hm… strange. I didn't know this Marlin guy had an accent." The Witch Princess thought to herself, unaware of his slightly drunken state.
"N-no… seriously. That was an accident. As much as I despise the girl, our preferred method of dealing with people we don't like have nothing to do with sending them to some other dimension… or death curses for that matter. Seriously, I'm working with the new farmer to help restore that annoying Goddess to—"
"Can yuu make it rain?" Marlin asked.
Again, The Witch Princess blinked in reaction the peculiar way he pronounced the word "you", and was momentarily rendered silent.
"Can yuu make it rain?" he asked again. "Y'know… we haven' had any uzfull rain since the destructive wethur. If yuu can make it rain, then ah "MIGHT" fergive yuu…."
"Eh… no. Lovely Summer Showers are out of my jurisdiction of magic. Sorry…" the Witch Princess apologized.
"Bwaha!! I knew it! Yuu got rid of the Harvest Goddess because you knew only SHE held power over it! Yur jealous of her… so you got rid of her to take out the rain as well, eh? I figured out yer diabolical master plan now, witch!" Marlin proclaimed in triumph.
"No, but nice plan. If the Valley happens to be in need of a villain, I think I know who we should turn to in the future." The Harvest Witch answered sarcastically.
"Shove it, misery maker, and yer misery making! With all the trouble you've caused to me and meh valley! I bet it was even yer fault I was doomed to exist as a cold and unfeeling jerk, isn't it?" he accused violently.
Again, the Witch Princess blinked.
"Ah… you seem quite emotional for someone so "unfeeling."" She thought with an annoyed expression on her face.
"GO ON THEN! GIT OUTTA HERE WITCH! LEAVE THIS PLACE AND LEAVE ME TO MAH ANGST!!! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT MAH ANGST!!!" Marlin shouted.
At that moment, the Witch Princess got a whiff of his alcoholic breath and made a funny face.
"Okay, clearly I've failed with this guy. Not only is this guy crazy with anger, but he could use a few breath mints too. Gosh, I thought this valley at least had enough technology to allow tooth brushing." She thought to herself.
Deciding to give up on the loss cause, the Witch Princess was about to waltz on towards the crowd when she caught Marlin opening his mouth again.
"I bet it was her fault that Vesta's forcing me into an arranged marriage to that simple girl hanging out at our farm… I knew something was up when she didn't leave me that Toy Corvette I wanted for Christmas all those years ago…" Marlin sulked.
"Damn it! I'm not Santa Claus, either!!!" she growled under her breath.
The group she approached where four of the oldest men of the Valley.
One had a colonial style white wig and very squinty eyes. He wore a green sweater vest over a clean white shirt and nice black pants.
Then there were two identical men with the same fuzzy grey hair at the sides with thick matching mustaches and wily grin. The difference was in their clothes:
One man wore blue overalls with a yellow smiley face, while the other wore Green overalls with a pink tulip.
Finally, there was a stern man with dark messy hair and spectacled beady eyes. He wore a heavily pocketed khaki vest over a white work shirt, a pair of khaki pants and dark brown hiking boots.
"That woman's just causing too much trouble!" The squinty-eyed man proclaimed.
"Here, here!" the other three cried.
"She's gone too far! I don't even think she realizes just how much of a problem it's causing! I think it's about time someone puts a stop to this!" the squinty-eyed man continued.
The other three man nodded in unison.
Seeing their strength in resolve and agreement, the Witch Princess panicked a little.
"Um… alright, I think trying to dissuade those guys will be a waste, too. At this rate, going up to them might reward me with an angry mob, torches and all." She concluded.
And so, the Witch Princess abruptly left the Blue Bar, leaving the four men to continue their conversation.
"Poor Miss Lumina. I've already tried so many times to persuade Lady Romana to be more lenient on the girl, but she just refuses to listen to reason. I know the Mistress means well in educating her in such a way, but everyone has their limits! I don't even remember the last time Miss Lumina was allowed to leave the Villa, anymore! And I can tell Master Link is starting to get concerned for her as well." The squinty-eyed man finished.
"Aye, tis a shame. I guess not every one at this age has the luxury of retaining the spirit of what it means to be young, eh Patrick?" the man in the blue overalls cried in a hearty way.
"Yeah, too bad Kassey. The girl's at that age where she should be experiencing young love, not being cooped in her house and playing piano all day! And I can tell that Link fella' will make a fine mate for her!" the man in green overalls cried back.
"How about this? I can speak with Ms. Romana about having her granddaughter working on the archeological dig every once in a while! That kind of experience should be able to provide the kind of worldy knowledge needed for a proper lady, and she finally has an excuse to leave the Villa! That dashing young farmer happens to come around every once in awhile, so the two lovebirds could even spend a few days together at the site as well! How does that sound, Sebastian?" the man with glasses proposed.
"Hm… by George, I think that could work!" The squinty man exclaimed
"So… I wouldn't normally do this with my job and all, but could I borrow a few seeds to insta-grow them?" the Witch Princess asked.
"No…" Vesta answered abruptly.
"Oh, come on! I said I was doing to make up for the many crops lost from the recent storms and draught!" the Witch Princess.
"I'm sorry, hun, but as nice a gesture you've planned, I run a business, not a charity. And I see you have no gold to pay me." Vesta answered.
"What?! Oh, come on! What don't you get about the deal? You hand me the seeds, I hand the fully grown fruits and veggies back to you free of charge! You practically get way more seeds than what you give away!" The Witch Princess argued.
"Nope, uh-uh. Sorry… the former farmer from way back, this blonde named Claire, tried the very same trick with me. I didn't fall for her before she was kicked out of here, and I'm not going to give in to you." Vesta stated firmly.
"WHAT?!?!?! Come on, come on! Just give me, like… one or two bags of your watermelon seeds? I'll make some snow cones with a few spare melons!" The Witch Princess begged.
Vesta raised an eyebrow.
"Will you SHARE those snow cones?" she asked.
"Phft! No, of course not! That's why you have Kai around for the Summer Season, right? You can go get some off of him!" the Witch Princess answered.
Immediately, Vesta stared at the selfish wish coldly.
"Then no Seeds for you." Vesta said.
"Awwww…" The Witch Princess groaned.
The saddened girl then sulked away at her newest favor until she realized she forgot something.
"Wait a minute… why did I originally visit Vesta's place to begin with! I know I had this new plan to make it up to the villagers that ended in utter failure, but I could've sworn I had something to say to the big gal herself… oh, that's right!"
Before she completely left the premises, the Witch Princess turned around and faced Vesta once more.
"Wait a minute, I forgot to say that I'm sorry for all trouble I caused your crops after getting rid of the Harvest Goddess!" she shouted.
"Oh, okay! I forgive you then!" Vesta shouted back.
The Harvest Witch shrugged.
"Okay, I couldn't tell if she was serious back then, but at least I got some forgiveness in words. Too bad that's only one person so far. What now? At this rate, I'm just going to irritate everyone else in the Valley before I can make a proper apology. And I can't go to that Daryl guy! He cares less about the Harvest Goddess' disappearance and just be angry at me because I'm not loaning him my spare magical doohickeys for his experiments! Who do I have left to go to around here?" she gripped to herself.
Suddenly, she recalled how she got into this little mission of hers in the first place.
"Right! My old pal, Link! If his nagging imaginary voice got me into this mess, then maybe his nagging real presence can help get me out of it! It's worth a short, right?" she said to herself in a hopeful tone.
With that said, The Witch Princess headed off towards Fafnir Farm to meet its owner, Link….
""Sorry, but I'll be out of town for a little while to take care of some important business,"?! Could you have at LEAST let me know WHERE you left for an emergency situation! Why, Link?! Why did you leave me at my hour of need?!" she cried dramatically.
The Witch Princess proceeded to stomp around and growl furiously to work out excess stress until she could think of something.
"Fine, FINE!!! If no one in this valley will hear me out, then I only have one option left to me! There's only one guy I know that's close enough to the Harvest Goddess that can help me out with this mess! I'll just go to him!" the Witch Princess realized. "I just hope he still isn't telling those horror stories about guys being stuck to the floor. They give me the creeps, especially after the last time I accidentally did that to Van. I think he skipped a few of his usual visits because of that incident."
With a new resolve in mind, the spirited Witch Princess made her way out of Fafnir Farm to meet this special guy of hers.
"MINERAL TOWN, HERE I COME!!!"
Alright, A-Dash, if you decided to take a look at this piece, let me know what you think, okay?