Harvest Moon Island of Confusion

Farmer's Ahoy!

(Chapter 2: Farmer's Ahoy!)

"What can I do!? I-I can't find a way out!"

"Rachel, is it?" asks an angel from beyond.

Rachel's blonde strands of hair cuffs her face as she rotates her head to stare. There in the prison cell beside hers, was another young lady of such elegance. She kneeled on the cold concrete and smiled through the gaps of the bars.

"How do you know my name?" Rachel asks. The woman just laughs.

"Well that's simple" she stated. "When you were thrown into this cell, I heard one of the guards refer to you as- Prisoner number three, Rachel"

Rachel's stiffened brow was raised slightly. Her gaze darts back and forth between the prisoner, and her cell, before she takes in a needed breath of air. "Did you receive a number?"

She rises from off the ground, dusting off her dress. When it was her turn to make eye contact, she did so, by giving a rather spiteful glare at her. Rachel stepped back alarmed.

"Wh-what did I do!?"

"My number is two...." the woman whispers.

"So!? Why did you glare at me-"

"If your number is three, and my own two..... then who is prisoner number one?" her voice drifted away from the small cubical-like space, and Rachel appeared anything but amused.

Suddenly, in that very moment, prisoner number one was brought in. Her nightgown damp and her bandana which was used as a scarf, hung over her shoulders.
"Prisoner number one-"

"It's Chelsea!" she snapped back. The two other girls looked at her with confusion struck faces.

"My. Number one sure is feisty" spoke one of the guards. The second agreed, nodding his head while chuckling through his helmet.

Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Yet you still stick with such formalities?" she asked, though she did so quietly.

"Thats to be expected though, there must be a reason as to why our Lord would actually want to go visit that crap looking island in person"

Both Rachel and the other girl narrowed their eyes at the second guards smart remarks. Though they were quick to pay close attention to Chelsea, who froze in time to hang her head low. "You...."

"Hm?" The guards stopped also and looked ahead at her. She trembled, running passed the two with swift actions. As she skated across the concrete and spun around to face them, they, along with the girls, were surprised to see her with a sword in each hand.

"How did you-"

"How dare you belittle my island!" Chelsea screams. "What authority do you have over me?!"

"The authority in which I gave to them" says a husky voice from behind. A voice which pierced her back like a set of knives. Blades, tearing through her skin and sinking deep into her flesh.

Chelsea's eyelids lowered and she appeared saddened. The man placed his hand over hers until the swords were released from her grasp. She seemed familiar with the man by the way tears formed in her eyes. "I am surprised you are here, traitor" she spat.

"Now do not take it to heart, oh little sister if mine"

The other's were speechless, even the guards appeared surprised by this. Chelsea turned her body to direct her gaze onto an older man. As handsome as he was, and he was handsome indeed, he wore a crooked smile that made many uneasy.

"When you abandoned home, I knew you would be found in trouble, however with Lord Yuuki!? Have you no shame!?" he stared down at Chelsea, not even a blink of an eye was shown.