#this idea came to me when I was listening to Brumble: The Mountain King

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

A wounded warrior, a brave youth, covered in blood, scratches and wounds. On their knees, trying to get up, trying to ignore the vicious laughter of the most vicious creature in all the world. The culprit of all curses, the menace of Ridgeside Village, not a man, not a beast, not even a spirit. Something else. Something against the very notion of life.

Gabriella mocked the farmer's attempts to get up from their tattered knees.

"Come on, get up, you worm! Get up and I'll crush you as I crush all those who dare stand in my way! A whore's child, a freak, a weakling! Wretch! Get up! I want to see your eyes when I rip your heart from chest!"

Laughter and mockery, blasted Gabriella! They must get up, the whole fate of Ridgeside Village and Stardew Valley depends on this fight.

They must stand up...

They must fight. It hurts so much... Get up...

Need to get up...

Suddenly, the ensuing attack, a decisive blow from evil, was blocked. Who...? The young fool, the weak fool, could not block her attack... Who dares!?

And then, the young warrior saw her.

Her figure was blurry, like morning mist. The rays of the sun passed through her body, and the swift wind did not blow over her curls. Her body shone brighter than the dawn. She is just a shadow of the past.

But her face... beautiful, pale face, is so familiar... She stood in front.

Grandmother... It can't be true.

She gave her grandchild a warm and gentle smile. She whispered soothing words, encouraging words, telling that together they would defeat the evil.

And then she turned to face that very evil. The source of all trouble, vicious, ruthless, cynical... No, it's not a person, or even a spirit. It is something else. The very spawn of blackness and horror, incapable of love and life. Only destructive, only vengeful.

The ghost turned to face her killer. But there was not an ounce of fear on the ghost's face. Only hatred for this entity and determination to take the fight. A whirlwind formed around the young farmer, a stream of powerful magic dancing in one frantic motion. And a figure formed above him. A huge fox, forest spirit, so powerful. The tips of its fur like tongues of flame, its teeth sharp as blades, and its amber eyes aimed only at this spawn of evil. But the young farmer will see in this animal gaze something, familiar, not forgotten...

Their beloved Grandma.

The entire Spirit Realm held its breath, spirits and animals, even plants, dared not make a sound. A loud growl pierced the entire area, an animal growl. A growl as a mother bear protects her cub from danger. A growl that made the blood run cold in the veins. A growl like the fate, a sentence, like the executioner's axe that cleaves the air.

"Gabriellaaaaa!!!"

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PS: This story could be counted as headcanon if Farmer, on a mission to clear Spirit Realm of Gabriella's curse, encountered her in battle. And also that Farmer's grandmother's spirit is closely associated with Ridgeside Village, and she came to the rescue when she sensed her grandchild was in great danger. Given that Grandpa's spirit is connected to the Stardew Valley, it is fair to assume that Grandma will be closely associated with Ridgeside Village. I couldn't decide whether to do this as a little headcanon or another story about my OC Farmer. But it came out something like this. Yep.