I hate You

[Lexy]

H-uh t'would be easier to post my fanfic on a forum to share.. xD

This is a fanfiction based on some characters from Harvest Moon. You don't need to play the game to understand it though. Also slightly based on Elijah's Propecy.

Rated: T. There is mild use of alcohol, and holds controversial ideas and situations.

Chapter 1-Sowing Festival and the new Farmer

Spring 6th

Spring once more; there really was only one thing Gray liked about this season. The grass was fresh and it made the animals happy to graze outside. It was really peaceful, leading the animals out upon the pasture and gently brushing the cows. A new cow was also born too, a pretty young calf at that. Gray stroked the mother whom was still inside the barn and the cow learned forward and nudged him. The animals were really his only friends nowadays, and his favorites were always the horses.

Though, whenever he looked at the horses he always felt a lingering pain in his chest, a sort of painful reminder of what he had lost. His horse, Cliffgard ran up to him, nudging the back of his hat off his head in a playful manner. Gray chuckled softly and picked his hat back up now rubbing the horse’s head. “Hey there, Cliffgard.” Cliffgard, it has his horse and his source of pride. The beautiful stallion neighed and stepped back, leading Gray outside into the warm sun. It seemed that there was a visitor coming to the ranch too. Popuri. The redhead sighed and pulled the brim of his hat down and looked away from her. She was probably here to see Ann.

Popuri, that girl for some reason seemed to drive him wild and stir emotions that he sometimes hated. She was beautiful, although immature and just so cheerful that sometimes he felt like smiling. The ranch hand however decided to busy himself with the chickens next. It was a long task bringing each of them in and out each day. Chasing them was also a bit of an annoyance too. In fact, he was so consumed in the task; he was caught off guard when a pair of feet had shown up in his line of vision. The man stood up tall however kept his head down allowing his hat to hide his face as well as it could.

It was the new farmer girl that he had heard about. A bit short, and a bit ordinary with her long brown hair and green eyes, nothing like the beautiful and cheerful Popuri; and it seemed that the animals seemed to like Popuri better too. When she got close, the chickens started to get flustered and squawk. Making all sorts of racket, and it caused the brunette to fall over in her surprise with a shocked expression.

After a few moments, Gray managed to calm the poultry down and glared at the brunette. If the animals didn’t like her, neither did he. Just like that he disliked her more than most people he just met. “What do you want?” The demanding voice, didn’t seem to shake the brunette. She simply just replied, “I bought a chicken from Mr. Green. I apologize if I-“ Gray interrupted her, “I’ll take it to your farm later. Your business here is over.” The woman bit her lip and nodded, then turned and left.

After she was gone, Gray settled the chickens and picked one out. The friendliest of the fowls, though he honestly didn’t want to hand over any animal to…her; he hated her already. The chicken clucked softly when it was wrapped in the man’s arms, seeming to be content being held by him. Animals just had some sort of affinity toward him.

When Gray had gotten there, he found that the girl was busy watering some plants. It reminded him a bit of Popuri, she was just so beautiful and charming when she was watering the flowers in her garden. While dazed, the chicken started to cluck aloud when the brunette approached him. Gray awoke from his daze and glared at the approaching female. She appeared to have an extended hand filled with feed. Trying to win it over with food it appeared. The chicken seemed to fidget and cluck but slowly it calmed down and pecked some of the food. Though, by not being too careful her hand was pecked and she dropped the food, taking a quick step back holding her hand. “Ow!” The loud sudden noise made the bird start to act up again and to avoid injury to himself Gray let it go. Then, a floppy eared dog came out and chased the chicken into a pen that she had made earlier. It was one clever dog that was for sure.

“Ow…” The girl looked at her hand; it was bleeding and needed to be cleaned. Gray looked at the chicken that was penned up then at the brunette. She needed to get that hand cleaned and bandaged, on the other hand he was worried about the chicken. “Follow me.” His voice was gruff and unfriendly, and a bit forced it appeared. The woman a bit confused asked, “Are you sure? I can take care of myself.” Gray snorted and grabbed her arm. Leading her to the midwife whether she wanted to or not. “Your dog will take care of the chicken. You need to get that hand bandaged.” The brunette just followed him silently to the midwife in town. Once he had dropped her off, the midwife took her over to the pot and cleaned her hand first of all. Gray shuffled uncomfortably at the door, than touched the knob at the door. The midwife turned her head and nagged at the ranch hand. “Now now, you don’t just escort a lady here and leave! Especially when it’s going to be dark out soon!” Gray mumbled gruffly under his breath and leaned against the wall of the midwife’s home. Letting his eyes wander the décor of the plain house to entertain himself.

The midwife smiled at the brunette and asked her name, which Gray had never seemed to care much for. “So, you’re the new farmer who came here right? Such a task for a young woman like you! Tell me, what’s your name?” She flinched a bit as the midwife placed a sterilizing liquid on her hand, it stung. “Jezebel.” The midwife gave a thoughtful look, and then started to bandage her hand. “Well Jezebel, the young man whom escorted you here is Gray, since I doubt he has introduced himself.” She looked over at the man in the room and he simply gave a “hmph”, and looked away from her.

“All done! Now take care Jezebel.” Jezebel thanked the kind woman and tried to give her a few hundred g, however she declined the money. Afterwards, she left the house, with Gray following in tow. As they exited the town, Jezebel worked the courage to talk to the solemn man. “Thank you. You… umm” The woman seemed to get a bit nervous and rubbed her arm. “Don’t have to escort me. I know you don’t like me.” Gray put it bluntly, he didn’t waste with sentiments. “I hate you.” The words, stung for some reason. Jezebel didn’t try to argue though. “...hate me. I still think you’re a kind person though.” Gray grunted, sticking a hand into the pocket of his pants. “I don’t care. I just can’t leave… any woman to walk around in the dark like this. I’ll take you all the way.” Jezebel obligingly agreed and let him lead her back to the door of her house. “Thanks again. Good night Gray.” Gray shuffled his feet, muttering a “whatever”. It was good enough for her apparently, as she just opened the door and went inside to go to bed.

Normally he visited the bar at this time, however tonight he didn’t feel like drinking, for some strange reason. So he just walked back home to Green Ranch, slipped into his room, slid off his shoes and just jumped into the bed, took his hat off and placed his hands behind his head. Thinking strangely about Jezebel, animals for some reason seemed to want to attack her. It’s like they had some innate hatred while the short moments he was with her she didn’t seem to be that bad. A woman running a ranch? His father thought that it would never happen and she would just run home crying as soon as she scraped her knee of something. But, when the chicken pecked her hand she took it and even told him not to worry about it. He would discover why the animals hated her though, and then he could really hate her. Hatred filled the void in his heart caused by his accident. Filled that void and changed who he was essentially. With those thoughts in his head, he was able to undress and fall into a sleep of some sort.

As of late, the only thing that seemed to bring peace to his mind was thoughts of Popuri, her smiles, her giggle and the beautiful color of her pink hair. Though, tonight he had a haunting dream. There appeared to be two people. One a man whom appeared to be holy and right and a woman whom seemed to seethe with evil and dark energy, however the woman seemed to be at the next moment be attacked by dogs and eaten. Eaten alive while the man spoke aloud about God’s almighty justice being bestowed upon the evil queen. As the dogs started to bite into her and rip apart her clothing he got one good look at the woman’s face before waking up. Her face was that of Jezebel.

Spring 7th

After awaking from that nightmare, Gray quickly sat up in a cold sweat. What a strange nightmare. Jezebel, Jezebel that name sounded a bit familiar. Quickly, Gray stood up and got dressed, and was set out to leave but Ann appeared at the door. “Big bro, are you going to the Sowing Festival tomorrow?” Gray looked a bit dismayed and looked at his sister in the eyes. “No.” Ann pouted and placed her hands on her hips again. “You have to go Gray! You need to stop isolating yourself and go out and talk to people!” Gray grumbled, he wasn’t going to get out without agreeing to go. “Fine.” Ann seemed happy with that. “Dad says that breakfast is ready! Come on!” Gray followed his sister, with that name nagging in the back of his head. With the dream the only clue he had was perhaps to see the Pastor and see if he knew where it came from.

The food although good he barely tasted it since he was so deep in thought, the sowing festival which was tomorrow just another thing he had forgotten about. “—ray, Gray, Gray? Are you there?” Gray snapped out of his line of thought and looked at his father whom was calling him. “Yes father?” Mr. Green looked worryingly at his son, “I asked you if you liked the food.” Gray looked at his plate and replied automatically, “It’s good.” Ann looked excitedly at her brother. “Really? Because I made it!” Gray looked shocked then, pushing aside his plate. “On second thought…” Ann pouted again, walking over to her brother and hit him lightly on the head. “Jeez, I was kidding!” The father chuckled softly, it was always fun to crack jokes about his daughter’s cooking. Though he sometimes wished she was more feminine, maybe then she would get married.

Eventually, Gray’s family let him go and he started off toward the church. However, at the crossroads he saw both Popuri and Jezebel. They appeared to be talking together, he ignored Jezebel though and watch the movements of Popuri’s lips as she talked. He was willing to bet that her lips tasted sweet, and were really soft too. The warm thoughts brought a warm flush to his cheeks and as he walked toward them he pulled the brim of his hat down to hide his face. “Gray!” Jezebel cried out to the ranch hand, approaching him with an egg in her hand. Gray looked at her from the corner of his eyes, “Leave me alone.” Jezebel shook her head and extended her arm with the egg in it. “White laid this egg this morning; I thought you might like it. To know that… she’s happy enough to lay eggs.” Gray gingerly reached out and took the egg, sliding it into his pocket. “…thanks.” He slid a hand into his empty pocket and the other holding the brim of his hat down. Popuri was next to call out to Gray. “Hi Gray! Where are you headed?”

The man looked away from the pink-haired female and shyly looked at her. “…church.” Popuri sensed his unease and frowned, did Gray just not like her? She tried being friendly and he just continued to act this way. “Can I come?” Gray choked, “S-sure…” Popuri seemed happy with that answer and grabbed Jezebel’s hand. “Come on Jezebel, let’s go together!” Before she had a chance to say anything, Gray spoke up. “She can’t come.” His eyes glared at the brunette, whom stole her hand away from Popuri. Popuri however spoke out in her defense. “Why not?” Jezebel spoke next, “It’s ok, I have work to do. I’ll talk to you later ok? And I’ll be sure to vote for you for the Goddess Festival.” Popuri looked at the ground and rubbed her arm. “Ah, ok if you say so Jezebel.” Jezebel waved a goodbye at Popuri and returned to the farm. When she was gone Popuri turned to look at Gray.

“How could you do that Gray? Jezebel has it hard enough getting along with people here because they think a woman is unfit to run a farm! Don’t tell me you think the same thing!” Gray stood over the smaller female and looked at her with a gentle expression that betrayed his usual hard and discontent face. “You shouldn’t hang around her Popuri. There is something about her that unsettles the animals. I am going to the church right now to find out what.” Popuri looked mad, rather furious actually and pushed Gray away and stormed away. Leaving him to be all by himself watching the back of the only woman he ever had feelings for with anger in her heart.

In a fit of rage he punched a nearby cliff, venting his anger on it. Jezebel, it was her fault that Popuri now hated him. It was all her fault. She had her revenge and he would have his own. After a few moments, he recollected himself and headed to town and toward the church. On his way, it seemed Popuri wasn’t in her usual place by the shop, looking at her would be awkward anyway. He stepped into the chuch, and the pastor seemed to be at the stand reading the bible. Gray approached the father and calmly spoke out to him. “Father.” The pastor looked up and fixed his glasses which had slid down his nose. “I have something I want to ask you father.” The pastor smiled warmly at Gray. “What can I do for you?” Gray related his dream to the pastor and then asked, “The woman, looked a lot like Jezebel. That name is so familiar, what does it all mean father?” The pastor seemed shocked and a bit flustered, grabbing his bible and flipped over to some pages in it. “Jezebel… Oh my Lord and Savior, please grant us your divine protection. Jezebel has returned.” Gray was determined about finding out. “Who is she?”

The pastor showed the bible pages to Gray and pointed to a passage. “Jezebel is the very symbol of evil and witchcraft itself! Be wary and stay away from her. The great Elijah cursed her however, so she will be taken care of in due time if it’s the real Jezebel.” Curse? Now his interest was piqued. “What do you mean?” The pastor played with his glasses again and walked toward the back of the church and motioned for him to follow him.

“What curse Father?” The pastor started to sweat and spoke in almost a whisper, “It was not recorded in most of the Holy Scriptures however we churchmen keep a book between us about what really happened that was not recorded in the Holy Lord’s book. Elijah long ago placed a curse on Jezebel so that she would forever wander the Earth and never know death. In all her life times she will end up being eaten alive by animals.” That explained everything! That is why the animals were so scared of her. Jezebel, the symbol of chaos and evil had returned and he knew it was all a ruse! That insufferable woman, no wonder he felt a natural hatred toward her as well. “We should then chase her out.” The pastor looked from side to side and waved a finger. “No Gray, we must keep this a secret. She is living on a farm right? Well her dog will eventually succumb to the curse or the chickens will get to her. If it’s the true Jezebel she will be killed in due time.”

What strange book did the Pastor keep? What else was omitted from the bible? He wanted to see the book for himself. “Can I see this book?” The pastor now started to push Gray right out of the church. “No, you need God’s blessing to see it. You are not allowed to see it. Do not speak of it either.” Gray glared at the priest, but as he was pushed out and the doors locked behind him he glared at the direction toward the farm. “So, we just need her to have enough animals. Then she will be out of here…” A voice came from behind Gray, the sweet voice of Elli. “Who will be out of here Gray?” The solemn man looked at the baker and walked away from her. “Nobody.”

Meanwhile, Jezebel was busy with setting up a fence for the cows and sheep she planned to have later on when she could afford them. Fencing off and area was heavy, hard, and tiring work and she had been at it all day now. By 3pm she collapsed and sat under the tree. Panting heavily as she looked at the fence that she had erected so far; it was a little more than halfway done now. “I think… I’ll take a few minutes for a nap.” The warm sunlight dappled her face and made her brown curls shine. The soft wind was welcome upon her hot face and gently let her locks flow gently toward her. Before she knew it she had fallen asleep and the next thing she knew, a voice was calling out to her. “—zebel…..Jezebel…Jezebel!” The last one was louder than the others and woke her from her nap. What time was it? It was Gray again, and he was standing over her, his soft blue eyes still as hard and angry as ever. But next to him was a small pony. “Our stable is full. Will you take him?”

Jezebel rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stood up looking at the horse which lunged its head and snapped at her. Causing her to step back and yelp. The yelp was music to Gray’s ears. “You have nowhere else to put him?” Gray nodded his head holding out the rein. “A-alright. I’ll take him then. Just take the reins off, he can roam free. Gray took the reins that he led the horse to her farm with off and wrapped them around his arm. The horse quickly ran away from the girl to the other side of the farm and nibbled on some of the grass. It seemed to understand that this was its new home. “I’ll name him Red.” Gray looked at her questionably. “Red?” That was just a strange name he thought. However, she just smiled at Gray and nodded her head. “Yes, you brought him to me so I’ll name him a color in your honor.” So that’s who White was, the chicken whom seemed content basking in the warm sunlight in its pen as well.
Actually, when Gray turned around he saw that she was in the middle of building a large fence. All by herself, that was a lot of work for a woman of her size! “You’re building a fence.” It took a while for it to register but Jezebel eagerly agreed, “I am. I plan to have some cows and sheep but I want to make sure I have a lot of room and grass for them first.” So she planned to have a lot more animals that made him smile a little. His Popuri would be safer as soon as Jezebel was gone. “Are you excited about the Sowing Festival tomorrow?” Gray didn’t care for her small talk and placed both his hands in his pockets and walked away. “No.” The brunette, in all honesty thought that perhaps he was starting to open up to her. Not at all, he still hated her and was probably just using her and that is why he brought her that horse.

That night, Gray didn’t go to the bar again. Instead, his thoughts circled around the angry face Popuri had given him as well as the numbing thoughts that the embodiment of chaos and evil was living next door as his neighbor. His nights once more turned into nightmares. This time however he was watching Jezebel murder many men whom appeared to be great and good people; this queen was ordering these people to their deaths in a cold and ruthless manner in a way that was considered almost witchcraft. The bloody dreams further fed his anger and hatred toward Jezebel, that void becoming more and more filled with the feeling.

Spring 8th Sowing Festival

The sowing festival, although Gray had forgotten about it Ann was sure to remind him. So the Green family hurriedly did all of their chores and rushed toward the town square. They weren’t the first ones there; it seemed that the Mayor, Potion Shop owner, Stu, and many other villagers had gotten there first. Gray being the recluse he was sat on the bench away from everyone else while his father and Ann mingled with the fellow villagers. That was, until Popuri came, all the way on the other side of the Square, she was just so beautiful. His sky blue eyes seemed to calm down as he watched her gracefully walk over to her mother whom was handling and handing out balloons. Maybe, this was his chance. He stood up and walked past everybody toward Popuri. Whom when she caught sight of him folded her arms and looked away from him. Inwardly it was like somebody stabbed him in the heart. That pain was redirected toward Jezebel, whom he blamed for this.

So, Popuri’s mother instead handed him the Balloon which he just ended up handing to Kent whom wanted to have both balloons as a child would. As he retreated back to the other side of the square he almost bumped into Jezebel whom looked surprised when she saw Gray and profusely apologized, and walked around him. He did notice something about her though. Her hand, the one the chicken pecked was bruised. Did Red bite her? Or was it her dog? No matter.

Jezebel sighed after she avoided talking to Gray, if he saw that she was hurt again he may hate her even more thinking about how the animals didn’t like her. She couldn’t blame him though, the animals loved him and he was a good person she could sense that. Popuri did notice however and ran over to her new friend, taking her hand and looked at it. “Oh Jezebel. What happened?” Jezebel smiled at the pink-haired woman. “Nothing, I just hit my hand with the hammer by accident. Luckily I didn’t hit it hard.” Popuri frowned, but looked at her mother. “Jezebel can’t hold a balloon mom. I’ll fly hers.” Lillia seemed to understand and gave an extra balloon to her daughter whom seemed rather happy to hold two balloons as well. “Heehee, I’ve always wanted to fly two balloons! I hope you don’t mind Jezebel!” Jezebel really didn’t and just chuckled. “No, not at all.”

The potion shop owner walked into the hot air balloon and the mayor sent it out, and in a beautiful display, everyone started to release the balloons which started to fill the sky in an array of colors. “Wow, amazing.” Popuri giggled, “Every spring we like to spread the seeds so that we can fill the entire town with plants. I want to fill it with flowers!” Of course, even Jezebel who knew her for a short while knew how much the girl adored flowers. Their time together was cut short though when Gray approached the two girls. Gray looked at Jezebel, “You, come with me.” The brunette seemed rather shaken about it but agreed to follow him. Popuri just seemed to stick her tongue out at the man. She was mad at him apparently.

Gray led her out of the town square and behind the tool shop. Leading her against the wall but not forcing her there. “Stay away from Popuri! I now know who you are. If you harm one hair on her head I will make you pay. The same goes for Ann.” Gray leaned closer to her, his eyes hard and full of hatred, peering right into her. Jezebel stuttered, with her body getting weak as she got scared and her legs gave out making her fall to the floor. “I-I understand.” Gray continued to glare at her for a moment longer until people started to leave the square and he did the same, finding his sister and father and leaving with them. His business with her was over for now. When Popuri left the square, she saw Jezebel and rushed over to her, she appeared shaken and frightened. “Jezebel! What did Gray do?” Jezebel remembering what Gray said, just quickly got up and brushed herself off as though nothing happened; albeit a ruse.

“N-nothing, a bird started to attack me and Gray helped me before he hurt me. Gray left already, and I REALLY have to go too. I’ll be busy too so I won’t be able to talk to you. Bye!” Popuri dearly wished to talk to her new friend but she was already rushing away back to her farm. Did Gray really defend her from a bird. The pink-haired lady looked at the back of the man whom Jezebel claimed was her savior and let the thought dwell for a few moments. Maybe, Gray wasn’t such a bad guy after all. Lillia tugged on her daughters dress, finding that the air-head was a bit lost in thoughts. “Come on Popuri, let’s go.”

That night, neither Jezebel nor Gray slept well. Jezebel just tossed and turn and when she slept it was filled with the nightmares of animals in her previous lives eating her alive, but the scariest one was with Gray as he set out for revenge for his beloved and sister. At one point she awoke in a cold sweat screaming. As for Gray, in his dream Jezebel was casting witchcraft and was challenged to a duel between God’s. She was to summon hers while the priests would call upon the divine Lord. While stuck in his thoughts, Gray whispered in his sleep, “I’ve got my eye on you Jezebel.”

[Lexy]

The Fever and Gray’s melting heart
Spring 9th

With the nightmares for the past few nights, Gray wasn’t feeling that well rested. He simply went through the motions of his every-day life. Eating breakfast, brushing and caring for the animals and when it was all done he retreated to the mountains to listen to nature. Resting against a tree, he brought his hat down and closed his eyes to take a nap. His eyes were started to form dark circles, and his state of mind was suffering for it as well. His nap was cut short though when Popuri stood in front of him, smiling at him. “Gray.” Tiredly he looked up at Popuri, wasn’t she mad at him? “Yes, Popuri?” Perhaps, it was just a dream. “I wanted to apologize, about yesterday.” Popuri took the liberty to sit down next to Gray and then stared at her feet. “When I saw Jezebel frightened yesterday I thought you were being mean to her again but she told me how you actually defended her from a bird. I thought you were a mean person but I see I was wrong.”

Protect her from an attacking bird? As if! Gray thought. Popuri started to hit her feet together in a playful manner. “So, I’m sorry. We can be friends can’t we?” Friends? What Gray wanted was more, but he would be content with friends. The usually sullen man reached out his hand which Popuri shook vigorously and giggled. “Oh! This makes me so happy! So Gray, do you like flowers? I love them!” Gray mumbled a soft, “I don’t really care for them.” Popuri looked a bit disheartened but continued, “My grandmother said that she wanted the whole town to be filled with beautiful flowers! I really hope to live somewhere with a lot of flowers too sometimes! I just love to look at them! They are so pretty and I get really happy just looking at them. What makes you happy Gray?”

His answer was rather straight forward. “Horses.” Popuri placed a finger on her chin and thought about it. “Horses, I remember wanting a pony when I was younger. Animals are ok though, I like plants more though!” Gray stood up at that moment and walked away from the girl, Popuri looked rather upset about that until he returned, and holding a flower in his hand which he handed over to her. She eagerly hugged the flower to her chest and sniffed it. “Thank you! It’s so pretty!” Gray looked at her and smiled softly; it was nice to see her looking so happy. “Oh! Your smiling!” Gray resumed his sullen look when she pointed it out. The young woman frowned as well, fiddling awkwardly with the flower he gave her. “Well umm, I guess I should be going.” Popuri stood up and gave one last look at Gray. He nodded his head silently and watched her walk away.

That was the first time in a long time Gray had a chance to actually sit down and talk to her, and it felt nice. It made him happy and he started to smile again, relaxing against the tree as he went over their conversation. Popuri talked a lot didn’t she?
Jezebel, felt tired as well. Running from White, Red, and her dog, Koro was tiring. Then watering her plants! However, she felt accomplished today! The fence was finally complete! Placing her hands on her hips, Jezebel smiled at her accomplishment but next, she needed grass. Jezebel reached for a cloth that had been sitting in her pocket and wiped her forehead with it. Taking a deep and refreshing breath of air, next she had to plow the fields. Taking up her hoe, she leaped over the fence and got right to it. It was heavy and hard work, and she was starting to get tired but she had to get it done. But with the small amount of sleep she had been getting, she slowly started to lose consciousness and fell face first into the ground.

She lay there for a good few hours until Zack came by to pick up the shipments only to realize that the new farmer had collapsed. Zack picked up the female and carried over to her home, slipping her into her bed before rushing off to the midwife. The midwife, after hearing about Jezebel hurried over toward the farm and checked up on Jezebel. The girl had caught herself a bad fever! Working under those conditions was insane! “Zack! Hurry! Get me some herbs from the mountain!” Zack nodded and ran off. Meanwhile, the Midwife placed a wet cloth on Jezebel’s head.

Spring 12th

Gray was busy in the fields once more, now checking over Cliffgard his most precious horse. He was in a sour mood as always, and his head was a mess. For the past few days he had been drinking harder than ever. Though, the sweet voice of Popuri woke him out of his sour mood. She seemed rather distressed and rushed right over to Cliff, taking a hold of his hand of which he quickly pulled away in an act of surprise and embarrassment. Popuri didn’t seem to take much thought into it. “Gray The Midwife says you haven’t gone to check up on Jezebel at all! You save her from a hawk didn’t you? Aren’t you worried?” This was the part that Gray looked at her in a rather confused way. “What are you talking about?”

Popuri grabbed Gray’s hand again and led him to the farm whether he wanted to or not. Well, Gray really didn’t want to, the feeling of her gentle hands over his was such a wonderful feeling to him. He wanted dearly to stroke it with his thumb, but that would be taking things too far and he understood that. The two walked into Jezebel’s house to find her feverish and bundled up in her bed with the Midwife by her side. “She’s been sick for days now. Nobody has been around to feed the animals, luckily she let them out before she collapsed but, it’s all she has been talking about when she’s conscious.”

Gray shrugged and turned to leave, but Popuri stopped him. “Where are you going?” Gray looked at the feverish female on the bed than at Popuri. “She won’t die yet. I’m going to make sure her animals are ok. I’m worried about them.” Popuri seemed relived with that answer. “Popuri, I want you to leave.” Popuri looked at Gray, now the confused one. “Why?” Gray opened the door, holding it out for her. “I’ll make sure she’s ok. Go home.” He would do anything to keep Popuri safe, even if it meant putting himself in harm’s way. Popuri smiled at Gray and walked home. Gray, keeping to his word went to the fields to check on the animals. The dog was sitting by the door, and looked a bit hungry but mostly lonely.

Gray knelt down next to the dog and reached out his hand. It sniffed his hand then licked it gently. Gray reached into his pocket and handed him an herb, which the dog took happily. It was the only food it got in three days. The dog then jumped toward Gray and he caught both its paws, and proceeded to try and lick his face which made him laugh. He got a good look at its tag. Apparently the dog’s name was Koro. Gray petted the dog’s head softly and stood up again. The dog followed Gray by the heels, jumping and panting all over the place. Next was the horse, which seemed to be distressed as well, pacing and running from one side of the farm to the next, as if it was looking for something. Gray whistled and immediately the horse came to him, he stroked it’s mane and patted it’s neck softly.

The horse, which was named Red nudged his chest and he hugged the head of the horse close to his body. Its body was matted from not being brushed, so he took out his brush and started to brush out the horse which seemed to be rather happy. Stamping its feet excitedly and nudged him again. Gray chuckled again, taking care of animals always made him happy. One day, he wanted to live on farm and take care of horses and other kinds of animals. Next was the chickens, their pen was messy from not being cleaned in the few days that Jezebel was sick so he took the chickens out, cleaned it, then placed them all back. It took a while to chase them all done, but the chickens were happier with the cleaned pen.

There were only two adult chickens and a chick now. Probably another in the incubator now, and three day’s worth of eggs was on the ground. Gray picked those up and placed them gently in the shipping bin in the chicken pen. The animals, while not his made him rather happy to care for. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you guys while Jezebel is sick.” The dog barked a reply at Gray and nudged his leg. Gray laughed again, and looked at Red. Would Jezebel ride him when he grew to be an adult? With the animal chores done, Gray look a look at the fence that Jezebel built. It was well done; did she do this all by herself? That was a lot of work, even for a man. Part of the farm was plowed too, but weeds started to pop up where she had plowed, what a waste of work that she collapsed over.

“Gray! Gray!” The midwife was calling him, returning to his sullen mood he approached her, “What?” The midwife appeared to be cleaning her hands with a cloth. “I need to return home for some supplies. Could you watch Jezebel while I’m gone for me?” Why was she going through all this trouble for a stranger? “Whatever.” The midwife smiled at the man that she had watched since a boy grow up into the man he was today. “Oh Gray, you could learn a thing or two taking care of a woman. Perhaps it could be what finally takes you out of your shell.” What a strange thing to say, what shell? Gray watched her leave the ranch then headed inside the house. The loud noise of breathing filled the room.

Gray sat down on the stool that was placed next to the bed and looked at Jezebel. Her hair seemed to lose it’s vibrancy as well as her eyes when she turned her head and looked at him. “Gray…” Gray didn’t have the heart to glare at her, even if she was the epitome of evil itself. “I took care of the animals. I’ll continue to do so while you’re sick, so you don’t have to worry about them.” Jezebel smiled weakly at Gray, “Thank you.” Gray looked away from the sick female and grumbled. “I’m not doing it for you; I just can’t let an animal suffer because of your carelessness.” Jezebel looked sad at that point, “I know. I’m a terrible person to get sick and let my animals suffer for it. I-I should have paced myself better.” Gray did notice that she had done a lot in the short time she had gotten here, she certainly did work hard.

“Gray, do you love Popuri?” Jezebel asked, almost scared that he was going to glare at her or something but instead he replied with a cool, “It’s none of your business.” Jezebel sighed; of course he wouldn’t tell her. “I was in love once. A long, long time ago, but that’s all over now. I never got to have my happily ever after, but you still can Gray.” Jezebel stared at the man sitting next to her, whom looked slowly at Jezebel. This was the first time he heard her talk about herself. Of course, he knew who she was. “Has Popuri come by here at all?” Jezebel nodded her head, “Yes, but I tell her every time that I’ll be fine and that I am tired and I’d like to be left alone.” Gray seemed to be content, he would rather Popuri never came here but at least Jezebel showed no intent on harming Popuri, he scared her from that.

The time seemed to slow down as the silence followed, Gray didn’t want to talk and Jezebel just seemed to stare at him. “What?” Jezebel turned her head away, thankful for the fact her face was already red from the fever as she felt embarrassed. “N-nothing. Your eyes just look so lonely.” Lonely? He had his animals for companions, his father and sister. They were all he needed. “Leave me alone.” Gray was done talking, he reached over and took the wet towel on her head and placed it in the bowl, taking the new one. He rung it out slowly and touched her head but quickly pulled it away. It was hot! Carefully he draped the cloth over her head, not wanting to touch her forehead again. “I’m cold…” Jezebel closed her eyes, hugging the blankets closer to her.

The knock at the door alerted Gray that the midwife had come, and after she knocked a few times she walked inside, nodding toward Gray whom was now getting off the stool and the midwife stole it. “Thank you dear, you’re free to go now.” He didn’t need any encouragement, and quickly set out to leave. “Thank you..” Gray stopped as he heard her struggle to say those words loud enough; he slowly looked over at the girl. “Whatever.” Then left, happy to finally be out of there; though aware he would have to return tomorrow to care for the animals.

The days, sometimes felt short, as when he left the house it was evening already. Gray just headed home, he still had his headache and an early night’s sleep would help immensely. When he got home, he found Ann and his father at the table. Ann walked over to her brother and grinned, “Hey bro, I found you over at Jezebel’s farm. What were you doing there?” Gray ruffled his sister’s hair and headed off to bed. Ignoring her prying comment, trying to ship him and Jezebel together; it was unthinkable.

That night, the nightmares resumed. This time however it was much different from the others. He saw Jezebel, however he saw her doing research in the royal library. With books and notes scattered everywhere. In the dream, Jezebel was talking to herself, commenting on the men he had earlier seen her kill in his dreams and how they were planning to revolt and cause an uprising and take down the throne of her husband. Apparently, her husband stopped believing long ago in his wife and felt no love for her. In fact, it seemed he kept a mistress, but by the pained expression in Jezebel’s face she dearly loved the man still.

The nightmare was the worst. It made Gray feel sad for the unfortunate woman who lost her husband’s love. The woman whom lost her happiness still struggled to make her husband happy. How could the woman said to be the epitome of evil be like this? It made no sense.

Spring 13th

As Gray awoke from his dream, his head seemed to hurt even more. Then, the thought came to him. He had been near Jezebel for quite some time that day. She must have implanted it in his brain to bring his guard down. That had to be it. Still it nagged at him. As he had intended, Gray ate breakfast, cared for his animals, bought a lunch and cared for Jezebel’s animals. It took quite some time but afterwards he got to wind down at the bar, and drink himself silly once more. It had become a regular habit of his, to drink his sorrows away. Though he had started to drink less and go to the bar less often as well as he didn’t feel near as miserable as he had lately.
It was strange really. Gray leaned over the table and stared at his half-full mug. The liquor sparkled from the dim light of the bar. His thoughts? They were about Popuri, he dearly loved the woman as Jezebel had guessed. The only problem and the only reason that he hadn’t confessed his feelings for her though was because he had long ago believed that he was unfit to make her happy. He had nothing that was worthy of her bright smile, her loving and caring ways, and not to mention her beauty. Sometimes he wanted to entwine a flower into her hair and feel the soft pink curls in his fingers.

After being lost in thought for so long, he finally snapped out of his daydream and looked at the clock. It was still pretty early; he didn’t feel the need to leave anytime soon. However, Kai was looking at him from across the room in a rather worried manner. That guy should learn to keep his nose in his own business; he didn’t bother him and Karen. Kai knew not to bother Gray however and let him be, instead focusing on Karen whom he had long ago fallen in love with.

That night, Gray had a nice and peaceful sleepless night not tormented by the dreams of Jezebel, perhaps it was an influence of being near her that caused it. As the next few days passed, Gray did work on his ranch then took care of the animals at Jezebels, however he never came into contact with her and drank every night and the hole in his heart filled by anger started to diminish, causing him to twist and turn in bed recalling that nightmare of his accident over and over.

Spring 15th

After being sick for so long, Jezebel was excited about finally being able to go about and work on the farm again. The midwife was a sweet woman but she longed to get out. She was awfully bored. But first thing was first, she had to thank Gray for taking care of her animals for her. So, she headed right for Green Ranch after she had taken care of the animals and knocked promptly at the door, with Ann answering the door. Ann cheerfully smiled at Jezebel, “Hi! Did you come over to eat breakfast with us?” Jezebel looked rather surprised and shook her head, “Ah no. No. I wanted to thank Gray for taking care of my animals for the past few days.” Ann chuckled, “Nonsense, join us.” Jezebel was touched by the girl’s kindness and followed her inside; it would be rude to refuse when she insisted.
At the table Mr. Green and Gray sat at the table. Jezebel felt like her feet were glued to the floor when she saw Gray with his hat off, eating breakfast. It was the first time she had ever seen him without his hat, and from what she could judge there really was no need. Perhaps it was to protect his face from the sun. “Dad, Gray! Look who joined us for breakfast?” Mr. Green looked up and grinned, welcoming Jezebel to sit down next to Gray, it took her a while but she worked the nerve to sit down next to him. Gray meanwhile just refused to look at her. Giving her death glares over the table in front of his dad would be a bad idea.

“I see your feeling better now, that’s good. So what made you decide to come over for breakfast?” Jezebel placed both her hands on her lap and occasionally glanced over to Gray while she talked to Mr. Green. “I actually came by to thank Gray, than Ann insisted I eat breakfast with you guys. I hope I am not bothering you.” Mr. Green played with the end of his mustache. He watched the way that Jezebel stole glances at Gray and grinned. He had always gave up on either of his children settling down but with Jezebel looking at him like that perhaps there was a woman out there who would look past his cold and unfriendly exterior. “No not at all. I actually would like it if you came over more often.” Jezebel looked at the plate of food that Ann had placed at the table, and then back at Mr. Green.
“You’re so kind sir. Thank you, it looks delicious and I’d love to come over and visit you guys if everyone is ok with that.” Ann sat back down next to her father and smiled mischievously, “I’d be great to have another girl here who isn’t afraid to get dirty to hang out with!” Gray got up from the table and over to the sink with his empty plate of food. “Whatever.” He wanted to say no, but his father would then get on his case about it. Then again it would be a good way to keep an eye on her if she came to the ranch.
Gray had left by the time Jezebel started to eat, as did Mr. Green but Ann stayed behind and she and Jezebel chatted about Jezebel’s new life on the farm and Ann’s life on the ranch. It seemed that Ann was rather glad to not be the only tomboy around, Jezebel had not thought of herself as one but working as an independent woman doing hard labor wasn’t exactly feminine was it. Ann then proceeded to tell embarrassing stories of Gray when he was younger, of which Jezebel chuckled to. Then she went on about how Gray was not always sullen.

“You know, Gray wasn’t always such… a social disaster.” Ann commented, looking a bit forlorn. Jezebel pressed her, curious about what he was like. “Then, what was he like and what happened?” Ann placed a finger on her lip, thinking back. “Gray was actually pretty cheerful; he loved to hang out with the horses and loved to race. He was always protecting me and taught me a lot about what I know. He also used to smile a lot, but….well he had an accident so he can’t ride anymore.” Jezebel looked rather shocked and placed a hand over her mouth and looked at the table. That was such a tragedy; Gray is such a nice person, he didn’t deserve that.
Ann shifted out of the table and took Jezebel’s plate and put it in the sink. “Well, I better go help my brother and father. I’ll see you soon Jezebel.” The farmer girl stood up as well and waved at Ann as she headed out before her. “You too Ann, I had a lot of fun talking to you.” Ann smiled back, waving her hand as she quickly washed down Jezebel’s plate. Jezebel herself walked over to Gray whom was busy brushing Cliffgard. “Gray…” Gray finished his last few strokes and turned around. “What?” Jezebel looked up at Gray, it was a shame he put his hat back on. “I umm wanted to thank you for taking care of the animals when I was sick. I can’t thank you enough. Uh.. here.” Jezebel reached into her pocket and pulled out 4000G, of which Gray ignored and turned around giving his attention to the horse again.

“I didn’t do it for you or for the pay; I can’t let some animals suffer because of your negligence.” Gray snidely retorted. Jezebel looked at her feet, in a feeling of defeat. “I know. But, I am not thanking you just for taking care of them.” Gray was now interested in what she had to say and looked over his shoulder. “The animals really like you, and they never looked happier. Well, Red and Koro miss you and look lonely but the chickens didn’t attack me. I… know your father invited me to come to the ranch often but, I’d—I mean the animals would love it if you visited them sometimes. N-not to mean I wouldn’t…” Gray silently looked over Jezebel and took her wrist.
This caused the female to blush, it was the first times he had felt a man’s touch in a long time. His hands were so warm although callused. He then placed the brush he was using to brush Cliffgard and led her over to the horse. He guided her hand on the proper movements of brushing the horse, and with Gray standing there It never attacked her once. This was something Gray would never be able to do with Popuri, she didn’t care much for the care of animals. Jezebel however seemed eager to learn. Cliffgard snorted and turned its head to look at Jezebel and nudged her head, nibbling on her hair. This caused the brunette to giggle and reach a hand out to touch its neck. The horse seemed to not try to bite her so she stroked it softly.

“Just focus your feelings on the brush like you just did and the animals will start to trust you. Cliffgard doesn’t like most people but he appears to take a liking to you.” Gray smiled softly, watching as Jezebel praised the horse and continued to brush it. Jezebel turned her head then to look at Gray, her own smile bright and cheerful, but stopped when she saw Gray’s, looking rather shocked. This made the rancher self-conscious and he frowned instantly, taking the brim of his hat down and turned his head away. “You have a nice smile.” Jezebel commented, smiling once more. Gray decided to just change the subject. “Do you want to try riding a horse?” Jezebel’s voice couldn’t hide her excitement at all. “Really? I haven’t ridden a horse in a long time!”

Cliffgard was not a beginners horse, so Gray picked out an easier one to handle and showed Jezebel the proper saddling procedures and then helped her get on top of the horse. Jezebel was a bit nervous and shook and clung tightly to the reins, this made the horse also nervous and paced back and forth. Cliffgard would have remained calm regardless but this horse wasn’t as well-trained. It was docile though so it was easy for Gray to calm him down. “Don’t be so nervous, the horse can feel it. Calm down and focus your balance. Jezebel nodded, closing her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath and then opened them again. Loosening her hold on the reins and sat up straight, taking a composed posture. Gray patted the horse’s neck and took a hold of the lead on the muzzle and led the horse around. Jezebel seemed to get a bit nervous when the horse started to move but quickly regained her composure, feeling rather elated at the feeling of riding the equine. “Wow Gray, this feels amazing!”

Gray smiled again, but this time he looked down, hiding it under the shade of his hat. Riding a horse certainly did feel great. “Good job. Let’s call it a day though.” Jezebel agreed and waited for the horse to pause and let Gray instruct her on the proper way to dismount the horse, however by a slip Jezebel fell and Gray quickly caught her, falling down to the grass with the brunette held in his arms, completely taken by surprise. His hat fell off from the fall and laid a few feet away from them. The sweet smell of sweet pea filled Gray’s nose from the hair in his face, as did the gentle warmth of the female on top of him. He had no idea that the female body felt so… soft.

Gray after realizing that he was holding Jezebel gently pushed her off, and Jezebel was a bit dazed, and a bit in shock. The warmth of Gray’s body made her whole body tingle as did the hot breath on the back of her neck. They both were blushing madly, Gray had no idea who to be angry at. Himself for enjoying it so much, or at Jezebel for falling, the silence was then broken by Jezebel. “I’m sorry, and thanks for catching me.” Gray stood up, and held out his hand to help Jezebel up. Sheepishly she reached for it halfway until Gray reached his hand out further and pulled her up. He then pointed toward the exit to the ranch. “Get out of here.” Jezebel looked at Gray wistfully, “I’m sorry, I did—“Gray was determined. “Out, and take it easy. I’ll teach you about proper care of chickens when you come by next.”

So he didn’t want her to never show her face again! That was wonderful to hear, Jezebel had come to enjoy his company a great deal. So, she left feeling rather elated, and followed his advice. Only watering the plants that she hadn’t taken care of earlier, tilled a little bit of soil and went to bed, dreaming peacefully that night.
Gray didn’t have such luck, when he went to bed he was plagued once more, this time however it wasn’t about Jezebel, but did involve her. It was several images flashing in his head of a circle of priests lined up, all discussing how they were to get rid of Queen Jezebel. They came to agree to claim she was a witch and play out that she was trying to stop the spread of God’s word and name her as evil as witchcraft was itself. Gray, needed to get a hold of the book that the priest had. He had to get to the bottom of this.

[Lexy]

A strange series of events
Spring 16th

Gray entered the church, it was silent and it was empty. All’s well with that. Slowly he paced through the church and looked at the angel statue. Where would the pastor hide the book he had been talking about earlier? He moved his hands around the statue, and stumbled upon a switch behind it. Flipping it, a hidden department of the ground popped open. “That’s not suspicious.” He then walked over toward the opening and examined it, it was relatively cleaned and appeared to be used quite often as it wasn’t dusty or filled with cobwebs. It seemed to lead into a basement, why would a church man need a hidden basement?

The stairs didn’t go deep but it was dark. Gray closed the door behind him, leaving him to be alone and took a lantern that was sitting close to the entrance and lit it up. Inside, it was musty and the air was stagnant. There were a plethora of religious icons as well as pagan items. Spell books, angel statues, the likeness of demons and the lord himself pained onto paper, and strangely enough there was what appeared to be blood in a glass. What in the world was wrong with this priest?

At the end of the corridor laid a book that seemed to stand out from everything else and surrounding it was a library with a comfy reading chair settled off under a lamp. Gray picked up the book, and thumbed through it. What was inside would have made any religious heart throw up. It went into details of the hundred year war with the pagans, how Christianity was nothing more but a fictitious bunch of stories all compiled into one book, The Bible, and how priests in ancient times used this to control things to their morals. Manipulating verses and persuading people to follow whatever the priest wanted the village to believe.

It even held examples of two lines from the bible that meant the inverse of each other. It was sickening and with each page it made Gray’s blood boil. Then finally, he found it! The part on Elijah’s prophecy! It seemed that Jezebel was set to die on New Years after her 21st birthday, for every reincarnation of her lifetime. But, before he could read anymore, he heard footsteps. As well as the voice of the Pastor himself, muttering to himself about misplacing the lantern. Quickly, the ranch hand turned off the lantern and hugged the book close to him. Pressing his body against the wall of the category and slid himself against it. The closer he came to the priests voice the faster his heart pounded. Damning the fact that the corridor was so damned small! The priest’s voice was now so close that he stopped moving completely, afraid to even speak.

The pastor had no light and instead was feeling around the corridor. Thankfully, Gray was now sitting down and was trying to make the area of his body filling the corridor as small as possible. As luck would have it, the pastor stopped right where Gray was. “Oh shoot. I forgot, I need to see Jezebel. It would be a good idea to strengthen that curse on her…” The pastor looked at the wall that Gray was laying by, and his hand was just a hair length away from brushing his hat. The pastor laid his palm flat against the wall and a small portion of the wall pushed inside, revealing a tablet. “Here we go. I’ll just go see her tomorrow. She can’t enter the church, and I keep forgetting that… silly me.”

Gray bit his lip, breathing silently though his nose, although pausing ever now and then, his eyes staring into the darkness, which were now slowly starting to adjust to. If the pastor was there to long, his eyes would too adjust and he would be found. The pastor, paused for a moment, thumbing the tablet along and then proceeded down the corridor. Gray listened calmly to the footsteps until they receded and he could barely hear them anymore and moved away from the wall moving silently though the corridor not wanting the Pastor to hear him. When Gray felt he was far enough away, he quickened his pace and left the corridor, heading into the church and placed the lantern under the chair of the church. Slipping right out of the church, he came face to face with Popuri.

Gray instantly chocked up, looking rather wide-eyed at the woman. For some reason Popuri didn’t look as radiant today, and her hair didn’t look as pink, but duller and less saturated. “Hi Gray! I never saw you attend church before, I had no idea that you were religious.” Popuri smiled, she really wasn’t religious either but she did want to bring the pastor a flower that she had recently grew in her garden. In fact, Popuri held out a moon drop flower to Gray as well. “Here! I hope you like it!” Gray’s hands were already relatively full but he managed to slip the flower into the book he was holding. That brought it to Popuri’s attention consequentially.

“Ooh, what book are you reading?” Her red eyes looked bright and cheerful. Gray grumbled, holding the book more tightly to his body. “It’s nothing.” Popuri pouted, tucking in her chin and looked a bit peeved at Gray. “It’s something; otherwise you wouldn’t hide it from me!” Gray slipped in a finger under his collar and tugged on it, looking away from Popuri, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. “It’s just a book I found in my room. It’s just a religious text.” Popuri instantly lost interest in it, religious books were so boring. “Oh, how boring… So that is why you went to church.” Gray felt bad for lying, but he couldn’t really tell her he stole from the pastor, he had a feeling she would blab.

Popuri giggled and waved her goodbye, going inside the church. Gray took a sigh of relief and left toward the ranch. He wanted to get back home and read up on that section on the Elijah’s prophecy. He’d have to find it again but he knew the general area where it was though. When he got home though, he found Ann looking peeved herself and she rushed right over toward her brother. “Gray! Where have you been? We’ve been looking all over for you! I had to take care of the animals all by myself!” Gray muttered a soft apology, and Ann looked rather disappointed. Normally, Gray was hardworking and not the person to lollygag. So, he probably had something important he had to do. “It’s alright, I’m sure you had a good reason.” Gray placed his hand on top of his sister’s head and ruffled her hair, smiling at her as he walked past her.

Gray slipped right into the bedroom and placed the book at his side, first taking out the moon drop flower that Popuri had given him and sniffed it, it had a sweet smell but not near as sweet as Popuri did. He then placed the flower on a desk near his bed and sat up bringing the book into his lap. He went right toward the general area he found the part on Elijah’s prophecy and looked through it. It took a bit of time, but he found it and resumed from where he had left off. Apparently, the queen Jezebel did indeed love her husband and was trying to stop a rebellion. In the end she did succeed, but at a price. Jezebel took all the blame, so that her husband would still have a good reputation, and tried to take on the mastermind behind the rebellion whom was pagan. Using his magic, he was able to make it seem like he had the Lord’s blessing and with no magic to her ability, she had been cast as evil and hated.

In the end, they placed a curse on her and suffered a horrible fate of being eaten by animals alive. It then continued into detail on how she was also to be reborn every 10 years after her death only to resume her fate over and over. When her memories would fully recover, she would be eaten. Which occurred on New Year after her 21st birthday, but how old was Jezebel? For a few moments he thought about it but just dismissed it to continue reading on the details of the curse. As the priests had observed, every now and then Jezebel would attach herself to somebody, and that person would start to have nightmares about Jezebel’s life as a queen.
Once the priests found out that such a man was having the dreams they would have them “mysteriously” killed as to prevent them from trying to investigate further. What caused the, attachment was unknown but they guess that Jezebel is either really lonely or trying to find a host to hold her curse. What if, Jezebel was trying to use him for a host? Gray placed the book down and looked at the ceiling. Really, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to believe at first but, Jezebel honestly liked animals and even Cliffgard started to warm up to her.

Gray picked up Popuri’s flower from his small table and placed it as a bookmark in the book and placed it on his table and lied down, with his arms behind his head. It is possible that she could have grown sour after being…. Eaten alive several times and just pretended to be so well-mannered, timid, and cheerful. Jezebel, couldn’t have fooled Cliffgard though. Cliffgard wouldn’t be affected so easily by a curse like that either. “I’ll trust you Cliffgard.” Gray slid his hat over his face and laid his head down. It was mid-day and he really didn’t know of much what he could do. He didn’t feel like hanging out in the mountains, perhaps he could go visit Koro and Red.

The way to Jezebel’s farm was really solemn, the ranch hand was deep in thought with his hands dug deep into his pockets and he watched his feet as he walked to the crossroads to the farm. At the crossroads, Gray spotted Harris whom was nervously pacing by the sign between the forks into town. Harris acknowledged Gray and waved at him with a smile on his face. The surly ranch hand eyed the direction to Jezebel’s farm and then looked at Harris. He decided to walk over and see what it was Harris wanted. “What do you want?” Harris never did get over how anti-social Gray was. The man took off his blue cap and wiped his brow. “I-I was thinking of confessing to Maria, and I’m feeling rather nervous. How would you do it Gray?” Gray looked at the mailman in a confused manner, he wanted his advice on love? Harris seemed to catch on to his thoughts and laughed. “Ah sorry, I just thought that even you might have a soft spot for a girl. I guess I was wrong.”

His thoughts instantly went to Popuri, though he had never thought of confessing his feelings to her before. Gray sighed, maybe one day he would work up the guts to finally buy a blue feather and propose to her. Harris picked up on his sigh, so perhaps Gray did hold a fancy for a girl. “Good luck.” Gray ignored Harris, and walked away to the farm. Harris shook his head, Gray was just so rude. Whenever he was done talking to people he just walked away. When Gray had finally gotten to Jezebel’s ranch Koro instantly ran over to him and tugged on his pant leg, then ran around in a circle panting heavily with excitement. Gray knelt down and patted the dog’s head. Koro stood on its two hind legs and placed its paws on Gray, trying to lick his face. Gray chuckled as he kept his face away from the dog’s oversized tongue. Next was Red, whom was now running right over, nuzzling him and stole his hat.

Gray’s reddish orange hair flowed easily in the slight breeze, and he quickly stood up chasing the horse to take his hat back. The horse was rather playful and ran away from him, turning and such. Gray laughed heartily as he chased Red and when Red was bored of the game he let Gray take it back. The brim though was covered with saliva so he didn’t feel like wearing it anymore. “Gee, now I don’t want it back anymore.” Gray placed the hat down on top of Koro’s hat and looked over at the fields. Jezebel was walking over to him; she was covered in dirt and smelled a lot of the earth. For some reason, seeing her covered in soil even with her hair a mess was rather amazing.

“I’m so glad you came to visit Gray! I never expected you to come over so soon though.” Jezebel giggled and looked over at the hat lying on the dog house. “Gray, you shouldn’t place your hat there. It will blow away from the wind!” Gray looked over at his hat, which was already trying to escape with the little bit of breeze there was. So he quickly snatched it up. “Red got a hold of it.” Jezebel looked at Red which had turned around and was showing it’s rump at Jezebel; acting all nonchalant like he had done nothing, adding an old tail swish to complete the image. She giggled softly and took Gray’s hat from him. “I’ll wash it for you, I’ll be right back.” Gray nodded with a dumbfounded expression and watched her walk into her house.

Gray decided to follow her inside, for reasons unknown to him. Once inside he found that Jezebel was using a bucket full of water to wash it off. Then set it on the table on top of a rag to dry. He sort of stood there watching her until she recognized that he was standing there. “Oh! I didn’t realize that you were standing here. Do you… not trust me with your hat?” Jezebel rubbed her arm and stared at her feet. Gray walked over to Jezebel and raised her chin. Jezebel’s heart started to beat hard against her chest, not knowing what she enjoyed most, the gentle hand holding her jaw or the beautiful blue eyes looking into her brown ones, not to mention that he just looked so handsome without his hat on. “I apologize. I misjudged you. I don’t hate you, I... don’t like you but, given more time I’m sure we’d get along well.”

Jezebel smiled, he didn’t like her but he no longer hated her. That was enough to make her happy. “I’m glad. Because I really like you a lot Gray. You’ve shown me so much kindness regardless of hating me and…” Gray waited patiently for Jezebel to recall the words she was going to say. He did owe her that at least. “Although most of the men in the village were skeptical of a woman like me running a ranch you never questioned my ability.” Gray knew his father thought it was weird, Gray never really thought that a woman couldn’t run a ranch. His sister Ann did perfectly fine on a ranch. Though, his sister and Jezebel were completely different.

“You’re a hard worker, and most of the men here are too distracted by a woman to be able to be as dedicated as you.” Gray praised her, and it made the brunette take his hand off his chin and hugged him. He was so warm and it felt nice, but her joy was short lived when Gray held her shoulder and pushed her away from him. “Don’t.” Gray was glaring at her again, she got it. No touchie to that extent. “I’m sorry…” Jezebel shuffled her feet, making an excuse for her action. “You… just made me so happy.” Gray snorted, and folded his arms across his chest. “Whatever.” Gray just… went right back into his little shell. With his one or two word responses again, that was much worse than hearing Gray hated her. She worked so hard… on trying to open him up and she screwed it up. Unaware she started to cry, of which Gray immediately reacted to. “H-Hey! Stop crying!” Jezebel rubbed the tears from her eyes and swallowed back the tears that wanted to well up in her eyes. “I’m sorry.” Gray grew frustrated then and left the house. He felt it was better he let the sensitive woman be.

It seemed the Red and Koro could sense the tension that Gray felt, making girls cry always made him nervous and he never knew what to do. The worst part of it was, he felt guilty and had no idea what he could do to apologize for her. Gray sighed, well girls like flowers right?

Spring 17th- The Horse Race

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Today was the anniversary of Gray’s accident, and Ann and Mr.Green were extra cautious on this day since he was extra sensitive. He had even forgotten about how he made Jezebel cry, all he could think about was his accident and how he couldn’t join in the race because of the accident. Gray did still attend the Horse Races, he loved to watch it but he did get particularly cranky. So customarily this horse race Mr. Green would give both Ann and Gray food at the festival and they would all go separately. On the way to the festival, Gray had passed by the seed shop, and he instantly recalled about how he upset Jezebel, sighed and walked back, and to the mountains. He was leaving early so he would possibly just barely make the first race.

Jezebel decided to water her plants, and checked up on her chickens. Everything seemed to be fine and the chickens were starting to get used to her being around now which made her more comfortable around them. It was a win-win situation. After placing her eggs in the shipping bin, she checked to see if she had everything she needed. Red was too young to race, so she just brushed the young horse and left. When she had arrived, she found it rather fascinating. There were some girls from another village together gossiping, the mayor and his wife behind a betting table, and Zack was behind a stall. The townspeople looked so lively and Jezebel slowly walked on over to the betting table. The mayors wife greeted her with a smile and asked her, “Will you be making a bet? Each bet is 100G.” Jezebel looked at the odds and at the small amount of cash she had been saving up for Grass seeds for. She placed a couple bets on the long shot; it always seemed exciting to root for the underdog.

It also seemed that the door at the back of the square that she often found was closed was actually opened and she walked over there, to find a race track in the back! There were even more people there sitting on the steps and chatting about the first race! Jeff the bakery owner and Elli were standing at a staff as well selling food. Jezebel greeted Jeff and Elli, they made such delicious cakes and she had… splurged some of her money on a cake or two here and there. Elli was such a kind soul and so was Jeff.

With betting ticket in hand, Jezebel found a seat next to a nice older couple whom were also visiting. They liked to come bi-annually for the horse races and watch it together apparently. Then, Jezebel felt a light tap on her shoulder. When she turned around it was Kai, she hadn’t had much of a chance to meet him yet. “Hi there! I haven’t seen you around much. How is life at the farm?” Kai casually sat down next to her, leaning a bit forward as he did so. Kai was a bit different from the other villagers; his skin was darker, as was his hair. It was a dark black. “Everyone here is so nice. I enjoy it here very much!” Kai gave her a thumbs up and looked at the horse track. “I know that this village doesn’t have a lot to offer, but if you find something you’ll find yourself stuck here.” When Kai was saying that, his thoughts wandered to Karen, she was such a beautiful girl. Jezebel broke him out of his thoughts, “Do you have something that keeps you here?”

Kai nodded his head and looked over at Karen whom seemed rather eager herself for the Horse Race. “I do, and I’ll give up all the luxuries of the city for it over and over again.” Jezebel smiled at the man, he seemed to find something he really cared for here at Flower Bud village. It was Kai’s turn now to ask her, “How about you? Is there anything that binds you here?” Jezebel held her hands together and she thought of the farm, her animals, and the friends that she had already made here. There was also… Gray. “Well, there is something that makes me desire to stay here.” Kai seemed rather happy with the response; the man with the bandana smiled at her and then said his goodbye to sit down next to Karen. The first race would start soon.

Gray had barely made it in time, but he did and grabbed a seat next to Ann. Jezebel sat down about a few seats below him but he wanted to wait until after the race to talk to her. Giving her a flower out in public would give people the wrong idea and certainly not what he wanted everyone to think what their relationship was. Ann looked a bit curious as to the fact her brother was a bit late. However, she didn’t want to incur his wrath so she just kept it to herself. Actually he seemed a bit more tense than usual, she wondered why. Did something happen recently that made the memory even worse?

As the first race ended, Jezebel noticed that she had lost, of course she wasn’t exactly hoping for a victory she did vote for the long-shot but it sure was exciting rooting for him. All the excitement also made her a bit hungry so she got up and turned around. She noticed Gray whom seemed to be ignoring her and instead was looking off to who knows where. Jezebel visited the betting booth and voted on the long shot once more and decided to pick up some cotton candy from Zack. Gray had been following behind her and as she turned around she say Gray standing right in front of her. He looked really surly and upset. “Uh… hi.” Gray headed away from the square and motioned his hand for her to follow him.

The curiosity won her over and she followed him outside the square only to find herself surprised by a small bouquet of flowers shoved in her face. “Take them.” Jezebel took them rather hurriedly, more to avoid his anger than anything. “W-why?” You don’t just randomly force somebody to take flowers. “For making you cry yesterday.” Gray was really quiet as he said it and it made Jezebel lean in forward to listen to him. “Oh! It’s my fault really, I know that I get easily upset.” Jezebel held out the bouquet of flowers and commented, “You should give these to Popuri instead. I bet she would love them.” Gray looked at the bouquet and thought about it, but he wasn’t somebody to take back gifts. “Their yours.” Gray then left to go watch the second race, and Jezebel quickly caught up to him since they were heading in the same direction. Gray however looked at her warily when she walked next to him so she dropped behind instead. Jezebel took a second look at the bouquet and smiled, she had never received flowers before. She couldn’t wait to put them in a vase when she got home to put up for display.

The second race came out as a tie-breaker; it was a close and intense race that had everyone sitting at the edge of the seat, well except for Gray of course. He just calmly watched almost as if he was criticizing the jockeys. Ann was also affected by Gray’s attitude and didn’t yell and cheer as much as she would at the other horse race. Sometimes she wished Gray would lighten up and let her enjoy it but that day was tragic for her brother.

During the intermission, Popuri sat down next to Jezebel and took a nice look at her bouquet. “Wow, those are pretty flowers! Who gave it to you?” Jezebel quickly came up with a lie, not wanting to say it was from Gray. “These? I picked them myself; I saw these really nice flowers so I thought I’d put it on display at my house after the race. Popuri seemed rather disappointed at the answer, “Aw.. I was hoping you got it from a boy.” Jezebel blushed, a romantic interest always seemed like something she wanted but, she hadn’t been looking for one. “No… do you have a boy you like Popuri?” Popuri placed a finger on her chin and thought about it, she replied, “Not really. Kai seems like a nice guy, and Rick is a pretty nice guy as well.” Jezebel, not wanting to waste the chance asked, “What about Gray?” Popuri was rather quick to answer that, “What about Gray?” Jezebel sighed; it seemed she wasn’t that interested. “What do you think about Gray? He seems like a good match for you.” Popuri thought about it, but her answer wasn’t too exciting. “He’s ok. I like friendlier guys like Rick and Kai more!”

So, it appeared that there wasn’t much of a chance of Gray pairing up with Popuri. That made Jezebel really sad; Gray really seemed to care about her a lot. “Do you like Gray?” Jezebel looked at Popuri wide-eyed with surprise, “L-like Gray? I… uh never really thought about having a boyfriend…” Jezebel twiddled her fingers nervously, she had already marked Gray as a forbidden fruit, he loved Popuri and she didn’t want to get in the way of that. Popuri giggled, leaning closer to Jezebel. “If that’s the case, you want to hint Rick for me?” Jezebel looked at Popuri, she would love to help her friend out but not if it would hurt Gray. “I-I’m sorry. I can’t.” Popuri seemed disappointed.

“I’ll set you up with Gray.” Popuri set a deal, but Jezebel wasn’t one to comply. “Gray dislikes me, and besides I’m too busy with farm work to juggle a boyfriend.” Popuri pouted, Jezebel just didn’t seem to get the point of girl talk, to gossip about boys! “Well then, who do you like Jezebel?” Jezebel shrugged her shoulders, the only person that really came to mind was Gray, but it would be a cold day in hell before she’d admit it. “I’m sorry Popuri” The bell rang for the start of the last and final race of the day. Popuri decided to head back and sit down next to her mother to watch the race. Jezebel sighed with relief, she felt really nervous about that conversation and really awkward as well.

With the end of the third race, everyone started to leave. Gray decided to stay behind and stare at the racetrack as he did every year. After a couple years the villagers learned to just leave him alone and he would eventually return home. Well, that was except for Jezebel. He found that the female sat down next to him and stared at him quietly. Gray decided to just ignore her and stare out at the track. The sunset lit up the racetrack in array of colors, which would have been beautiful if Gray wasn’t thinking about how he had fallen off the horse and broke his right leg. The race was a disaster and the whole village found themselves not wanting to watch anymore races until the fall horse race. And even then, they walked around eggshells when it came to him. People acted completely different and in a way he started to respond differently to the world around him as well. He felt as though he didn’t need anybody in the world.

That entire time, Jezebel just sat there patiently, and eventually stared at the track as well. Although Gray wouldn’t admit it, it felt nice to have some company. As the sun had set, Gray took a hold of Jezebel’s hand and they silently walked hand in hand out of town. Gray walked her home, and then just as silently walked home himself. Afraid that he would say something wrong, Gray had just avoided talking and Jezebel didn’t want to excite or upset Gray so she had decided to stay quiet as well. But, all in all it was a nice evening.

Spring 18th

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As Jezebel exited the farm the next morning, she found collapsed by her doorstep a man. Jezebel freaked out and fell to the floor to help him sit up. “Are you okay?” The man looked half-dead, and all he could mutter was a soft, “Food…” Jezebel nodded and ran off to her fields, pulled out a turnip that had just grown in today and gave it to the hungry man. The man ate it like he had been starving all week. The food seemed to re-energize him, and he stood right up. “Thanks, the name is Cliff. You’re a kind person to part with your food.” The man stood even taller than Cliff and if to be described in one word: Handsome. He had a two-toned hair, most of it being a chestnut brown and at his bangs and the back of his ponytail being blonde, and not to mention his well-toned body. Even his clothing just gave off a manly sort of aura about him.

Cliff then extended one of his arms; a falcon flew down and examined Jezebel. “This is Cain, my friend, looks like he wants to say thank you as well.” Jezebel blushed and held her hand out toward the bird. Cain learned close to it and placed one foot on one of her fingers and shook it. “Wow, he’s a pretty smart fellow. Oh and my name is Jezebel.” Cliff seemed rather proud of his bird companion. “Cain is extremely intelligent, and nice to meet you Jezebel. “ Cliff lifted his arm up and Cain used that to lift off into a flight. It was an amazing sight. “Well, thank you for the food and I’ll see you later.” Jezebel waved her hand in a goodbye and watched him walk away. Hot DAMN!

Gray slept well last night, and even his family could tell since he wasn’t as surly as he usually was after the Spring Horse Race. This made his family relax rather easily and Gray continued with his day rather easily. That was until he went into the mountains. There seemed to be a stranger in the mountains, and he was hunting. Gray approached him, looking up at him out from under his hat. “Who are you?” Cliff looked over at Gray and placed a finger by his lips, making a “Shhh” noise. Gray didn’t particularly like to be shushed. In the next instant, he heard the squeal of a rabbit and Cliff rustled through some of the bushes and pulled out a rabbit.

Cliff quickly shut the rabbit up with a nice slit to the throat and held the rabbit up. Cain swooped down and took the rabbit right out of his hand, and Gray found himself rather disgusted with the act. “What are you doing?” Cliff responded as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Hunting.” Most of the villagers here were vegetable and fish eaters. Cliff then questioned Gray, “Hey, do you know where I could get a job?” Gray glared at Cliff, whom didn’t seem to be fazed by him. So Gray gave out and responded, “There might be some work that could be done at the ranch, or Jezebel could use a hand on her farm I’m sure.” Cliff seemed to perk up to the mention of that name. “Really? That Jezebel is a sweetheart. I’d love to help her out on her farm.”

Cliff had already met Jezebel? “How do you know Jezebel?” Cliff answered, although a bit confused as to why he cared. “I collapsed at her door and she gave me some food. Are you her boyfriend or something?” Gray turned his back to the hunter, “No.” then walked away, that was the second time he heard somebody trying to pair him and Jezebel together. He didn’t like her! Cliff looked a bit confused but shrugged it off. Instead he decided to head right back to the farm to see if he could indeed get a job. He needed money, and the best way to earn some was to work.

Jezebel was busy with the plants when Cliff came by. So she didn’t notice him walk up behind her, when she turned around she fell and Cliff leaned in to catch her. “Careful. We can’t have you hurting yourself.” Jezebel clung to his brown jacket as he let her back up on her feet and gradually let her hands loosen her hold on his jacket. “I’m sorry to have surprised you, I was told that you might need some help around the farm and I happen to need a job.” Jezebel brushed off some of the dirt that had gotten on her jean. “Ah! I um don’t have that much money to spend but I’d be more than happy to let you room in my stable and give you food if you’ll do some jobs around the farm.”

To be honest, Cliff wasn’t too thrilled about the idea. “I really just need money but, I’ll work around here for a week to help you out. As a thanks for earlier.” Jezebel seemed rather happy and shook Cliff’s hand. “I’d love to have you around helping! It’s awfully lonely working on the farm.” Lonely huh? Cliff chuckled and asked the farmer, “What do you want me to do?” Jezebel pointed out to her fields which had stumps, rocks and weeds all over it on the south side. “Could you clear up my field for me?” It looked like a lot of work, but Cliff personally didn’t mind. “Sure. Should I start now?” Jezebel shook her head. “No no, it’s alright you can start tomorrow. Could you just sit tight for a moment while I finish watering the plants?” Cliff shook his head and took the watering can out of her hand. “I’ll take care of that. Take a break.”

Jezebel did as she was told and sat down by her house and watched Cliff water the plants. She really couldn’t stop herself and she enjoyed watching him. He really was a handsome guy, and he would be living on her ranch for the past week. Ah she really shouldn’t be enjoying it this much but she did. When Cliff was finished he handed her back the watering can and she led him to the stable. She mentioned that she didn’t have a place for him to stay in the house, but there was room in the stable. Since it wasn’t being used why not? Cliff didn’t particularly care, and found himself a nice place to make a bed.

“Are you hungry?” Cliff couldn’t have answered any sooner. “Yes. I’m starving!” Jezebel was surprised at the quick answer and giggle. “Alright, let’s go to my house and I’ll make you something.” Cliff didn’t need to be encouraged any further and the two walked right into the house. Cliff sat eagerly at the table, and Jezebel worked on cooking as fast as she could. She then placed on the table some scrambled eggs for the both of them. “I hope you don’t mind eggs. They are what I have on the farm and they are fresh.” Next to the eggs was a nice helping of hash browns also made from the potatoes made on the farm. Cliff preferred meat but the meal she made was delicious and he ended up also eating part of her dinner in the process.

“That was amazing!” Cliff exclaimed and smiled right at Jezebel which caused her to stutter. “A-ah.. t-thank you. I’m g-glad you liked it.” Cliff noticed her stuttering and took a moment to stop trying to lick his plate clean. “Are you cold? Here I’ll warm you up.” Cliff put his fork down and stood up holding out his arms. Jezebel turned a bright red and shook her head. “No! I’m not cold! I-I’m just.. uh… feel nervous.” Nervous? Cliff scratched the back of his head in confused manner. “What are you nervous about? “ Jezebel twiddled her thumbs in an even more nervous manner. “Nothing important. I think it’s time we retired. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Cliff still had no idea what was going on, but he did know that his time at the farm would probably be a lot more interesting than he initially thought.