Harvest Moon Island of Confusion

Lord Yuuki and Heroine Chelsea

"Stop this madness...."

There our Heroine stood, watching on as Yuuki's blade collided with the Goddesses water. She knew fleeing was not an option, but she also knew that such acts could not go on any longer. Chelsea's eye's sagged as the horrid sight continued.
"You wench, to have left me to my own devices" Yuuki snickers.

As they drew close to one another, by movements and actions, Yuuki takes grasp of her slender wrists as his sword dropped by his feet. "This was all your doing, not my own" she replies.

The edges of his mouth curled upwards into a sick grin, as he gazed into her eyes. "I am actually quite glad you did what you did" he says. "Now I won't feel bad when no mercy is given"

"Please......."

"Mercy? You know not the definition of that word." the Goddess replied.

Chelsea dropped to her knees as she held her head in-between her palms, firmly. She had her eyes so tightly pinned shut, that Lillian appeared in her vision.............

"Lillian?" she questions, looking on with surprise as Lillian presented herself in the form of an angel.

"Why are you crying?" Lillian asks back.

Chelsea skimmed the surface of her cheek with her fingertips, further in shock as she felt the warmth of her tears trickle down from her eyes. "I am crying..." she says. "Why?"

The angel laughed amusingly. "That I cannot answer, silly" she smiles. "For only you can tell me how your emotions flow"

Our Heroine was dead silent, and as minutes pass, she comes back to. "Lilli-"

"Why on earth are you crying?"

Chelsea's sentence fell short as before her now stood another angel. "Rachel?" Chelsea asks with a slight head tilt.

Rachel nods and rests her right arm on Lillian's shoulder. "We are the gate keeper's. Guardian's of the passage way connecting the mortal realm, to where the gods final destination of peace lies" Chelsea blinks frantically at her words. "For when both a God, and or a Demon pass on, they must cross through the human realm and access their Undertaker's. Every being has one"

"And we, as Undertaker's, shall do the same for our Goddess when time comes to pass"

Chelsea's vision darts towards Lillian as she giggled through that sentence. "You are most important..." Rachel exclaims. "What we do, is activate and unlock the first two seals on the gate.... the third seal is held with a power that not even the Goddess possesses, a power that only you contain.... YOU are the gate connecting these two paths"

"Me!? Are you kidding me? I am a farmer! All I have ever been is a farmer. This is nonsense!"

Rachel and Lillian look down, somewhat disappointed in their friends statement. "Oh Chelsea." Lillian sighs. "What a thing to say"

"Chelsea, Lillian holds the Holy key, for she is a being of light. I hold what is known as the Anti-Key, for I represent all which lurks in the darkness.... you, Chelsea. You are the only person who prevents these two from crossing paths. You are the Gate to ultimate restoration and peace."

"Bullshit." Chelsea's eyes dimmed as her face then churned to that of something sour. "I am just a simple and plain farmer!"

Lillian sighs once more. "You are never JUST a farmer, you are Chelsea"......................

"Damn, she got me there" our Heroine rose from the ground, and patted her gown as she stared at the two having their 'lover's quarrel'. "Ultimate restoration and peace, aye? Well then, that just might be a dream I can head towards! Though I must admit, I do have a dreadful feeling regarding Denny, I have to up my pace!"

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"How is that possible!?"

"Well shit....." the Witch Princess stared wide-eyed as the beast fell with Natalie on top. Her fist was deep in the creature's chest, covered in flesh and blood. "That simpleton defeated the beast!"

Pierre was taken aback, as the brutality of his fiancé was quite real, and very frightening. "How is a mortal able to do so!?" Shane question's, the Witch Princess grins.

"See that glove?" she asks. Shane nods a little in response. "Well, that glove took Chelsea many years to forge. It was a way for these townspeople to break boulders without having to rely on her hammer. That is the first, and only prototype made"

"She defeated my monster with a glove!?" he shouts. "That beast should not have fallen due to such a thing! What she is wearing is hardly a weapon!"

"That may be true, but....." The Princess sighs. "Behind the glove is a girl with brute strength, and a blazing determination to get her friend back. That, Mr Shane, is strong enough to break any obstacle"

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"You must believe me, son-"

"But how can I!?" Shea argue's back. "The only father figure I need in my life is the only one I have ever had, and that's Wada!"

Lord Jinoah's body freezes to that very spot. His hair that once swayed in the bone-chilling wind now came to a stand still. His fingers that remained curled around the knob of the sword handle quivered, causing the blade to vibrate. "So that is your final answer? You refuse to accept?"

Shea stopped also, and gazed at the man who bared the title 'father'. His face sunk in distraught, as he appeared conflicted. "Look at yourself" he said. "Such a sorrowful, and spiteful being you have become. Lonely with no one by your side to pick up your pieces.... truly pitiful" Lord Jinoah continued to shake. "If all you wanted in life was your acceptance by me... then you should have actually been apart of mine"

"You do not wish to have me in your life? Is that final?" The man asks. Shea nods slowly. Lord Jinoah grunts irritably. "Very well, it appears Satan is awaiting my presence in his kingdom"

Shea rolls his eyes as he gives him a sarcastic chuckle. "You still believe you are deserving of a Kingdom? Ha! You truly are a royal" he snarls.

The Lord though, was not amused in the slightest. He raised his sword high into the air and grinned as he watched the moonlight turn into a spectacular glitter on the blade. Slowly did he turn it inwards, and position it so that the tip of the blade was facing his chest. Shea's eye's widened as this act of his was clearly noticeable.

"You wouldn't!" Shea gasps, and as he said that, the sword was pulled inwards, and before Shea realised it, his feet had left the ground.........

To be Continued
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