Harvest Moon, pt 36

This is part of a text adventure series to celebrate the spookiest of months, October (and beyond!). Full information about what’s happening can be found here. It is free to read, but in order to vote on what happens next, you will need to be a Patron.  To become a Patron, you can find my Patreon page here.


Map of the known area

Your inventory:

  • A small flashlight
  • Nick’s car-related paperwork
  • A generic fast food straw
  • Half a packet of mints
  • A pen
  • A fieldbook about common countryside plants
  • Nick’s mobile phone

“Risk involved in what, exactly?”

“In living,” she says. “In continuing to live despite death.”

You ask for more information.

“When Mother adopted me, I was a sickly child,” she explains, still wheezing and pausing for breath as she speaks. “Through her care, I reached my 20th birthday, but could last no longer. She promised that she would look after me, that she would move heaven and Earth to see me live. Would you mind passing me the water?”

You offer her a sip, which she takes gratefully. After running a sickly-coloured tongue across her lips, she continues.

“Mother has always been very smart, much smarter than the people around her. Through means I don’t fully understand, she looked to botanical sciences and the ability of some plants to reproduce themselves – to return year after year, stronger and more vibrant. 

“I can’t speak as to her reasoning or methods, but somehow she found the means to renew a human body and reform it by use of horticulture. Without turning her back completely on the scientific process, I know she also makes use of the arcane.

“I’m not sure to what extent she moved heaven or Earth, but she clearly bent some rules of both in the process. Here I lie in earth, and up there spirals heaven.”

Violet chuckles grimly as she stares out of the window overhead.

“I have been renewed a number of times over the years. It has always been without issue, save this most recent occasion. I have been renewed more than the others on account of my weak constitution. Perhaps what happened to me is inevitable? Perhaps, like a cancer, the more cells are compelled to change and grow, the more opportunity there is for something entirely malignant to occur?

“Regardless, at my last renewal, I did not emerge a wholly intact person. Instead, I became three. And here I lie now.”

She looks again to the glass of water and you once more help her drink.

“Does that answer your question?”

What would you like to ask next?

  1. “What are you?”
  2. “Who is ‘Mother’?”
  3. “What does ‘renewal’ entail?”

Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 11.30pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 13th of December.

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