Disclaimer: Touhou belongs to Zun, and the only things that belong to myself would be Usagi the Mimic, and Moegi the Japanese Beetle. Everything else belongs to their rightful owner.
A/N: I know what you're thinking!
S/N: No you don't.
A/N: Not literally, Satori! ...And I wasn't talking to you.
S/N: I know this, as you know this.
A/N: Than why are you doing this...?
S/N: Because it is rare that I have a chance to acost someone, let alone that they don't mind me doing it.
A/N: ...Anyways, yes, I'm starting SoEW already. Why? I've been itching to start it for a week. Will I keep up this pace of updates to this sub-series? No. This is more a means to an end; I finished HRtP so that I could write this chapter.
S/N: No, no, maybe, maybe, maybe, and yes.
A/N: What are y-
S/N: Answering questions.
A/N: ...I see... Will you tel-
S/N: No.
A/N: What's the p-
S/N: In the mood, I would suppose.
A/N: Anyways-
S/N: On with the show, hmm?
A/N: ...Anyways, this is where the style will change. I have more than encounters to work with this time, and so I can make things meatier. I have an actual plot to work with! With that out of the way, how about we get on with the show?
S/N: And as she has forgotten to mention it, the theme of staying tied to the bosses and such will continue. The red-white shall be ignored for much of the story.
I brushed a stray brown hair from out of my eyes, and began to recite my spell in the quiet attic; I chose here to summon a familiar due to my family not knowing of it. I also planned to hide the familiar here, while I extract knowledge from it from time to time. Nothing fancy, but it was my magical training grounds of sorts. ...Admittedly this was only due to a lack of any other viable location, but still.
With crude runes of my own blood in a ring around an offering of meat before me, I chanted the words exactly as they were written in the book, unaware of such trivialities as propper pronounciation. With every word, one of the ten thousand tiny runes began to glow. As I chanted, I began to realise the strain of such a long spell, and regretted not using the bathroom beforehand. As I pranced in place due to a need to pee, I accidentally smudged one of the runes with my foot, causing the energies to begin to bubble lightly within the rest, as it had been one of the few control runes.
As I finally neared the end of the spell, the smudged rune began to glow, before crackling with power, and showing me the error of my ways. As I had no idea how to actually pronounce any of the words within the book, I had actually laced the summoning spell with a surprisingly large bit of destructive magics, and with the spell now backfiring I was left with a bomb of sorts. due to myself making no attempts to control the magic I had unwittingly added, this bomb was also set to detonate nearly instantly.
From a miniscule explosion, a massive collumn of rainbow light shot both up and down from the magic circle, carving deep into the earth, and blowing a hole through the roof, before cutting off when it was swallowed up by a hole in the sky, not that I saw that. As the smoke cleared, I brushed my red hair out from in front of my eyes, and pulled myself from the floor, coughing all the while. "W-what the heck, ze..." ...Ze? Why did I say ze...?
I brushed a bit of soot from my purple witches costume, which I had gotten my mother to make for me. She thought it a bit strange, but didn't seem to suspect the obvious potential issue, or as to why she never saw me wear it. However, with how I just destroyed a fairly large portion of the house, and pretty much dug an empty well, it would seem that that is about to change... "Shit, I screwed up, ze..." My face stiffened at what I had just said. Why am I swearing, and speaking like that...? I never swear!
From below me, I heard the angry groan of my rudely awoken father, as he had just been disturbed by the explosion and laser. "C-crap, ze..." Again with that?! Stop, mouth!
"Wha... What the hell...?" As my father drowsily stepped out of bed, he found the hole I carved with my accidental annihilation to be taking up half of his and my mother's room. "What happened to the house?!" After he leaned over the hole, tossed a peice of debries into the depths, and heard it echo after a full ten seconds, he finally looked up at the other hole. The hole my head was poking out from. "A Daemon?!"
What? I looked from side to side, where nothing demonic seemed to be, before realising that he was looking right at me. "No... It's me, pops. Mari, ze!" Pops? Why would I call him that? What's wrong with- wait, if he's calling me a daemon, could that mean that I've been possessed? That would explain why I'm acting so... strange... C-can't be, right...?
At the answer, his eyes went wide. "Mari? Wha-what? What's happened to you?! Wha- Why are you wearing that getup...? ...And why are you in the attic in the first place?" His panic was slowly replaced by a growing sense of confusion at the off happenings.
Wait, he knew about the attic?! I swallowed hard at the numerous question that I didn't want to answer, before I opened my mouth to answer, and said nothing like I had planned. "Why don't you mind your own bees wax, old man? I'm practicing magic up here, da ze!" What did I just say?! There's no way that I'd ever so easily admit to my wrong doing, let alone call papa old!
My father was quite obviously startled by the answer, as he had flinched at my demand for him to mind his business, before my answer made him flush with anger. "What?! Magic?! Get your butt down here this instant, young lady!" He paused for a second, before adding, "...And I'm not old!"
"Yeah, yeah... Comin', ze!" As I was about to become bothered by my disrespectful way of speaking, I found myself hopping off the edge of the hole in the ceiling, twisting around, catching myself with the edge, and using my momentum to fling myself over his head.
Once more my father's eyes went wide, before she shouted, "Mari, that's dangerous! What if you had fallen in?!"
I let out a dismissive snort at the idea, even if I thought it to be likely to happen. "Like I'd do that, ze. I'm too good to fall!" The heck...? Why am I so cocky...?
"Please, stop this... You'll get yourself killed, at this rate!" He gave me a worried look, after looking me over.
I furrowed my brows at that comment, and shouted, "You're not the boss of me, pops!"
He furrowed his brows right back at me, and shouted back, "Mari, I'm your father! Why won't you listen to me...? You're normally such a good kid!" Yeah, why am I acting like this...?
"If you don't like it, I'll just have to go elsewhere!" At the words that left my mouth, both my mental voice and my father let out a gasp. What am I thinking.
As he went to grab my wrist to stop me, I shot a repulsion spell off at him far faster than I had ever practiced, sending him flying into a wall, knocking him out. No! Why did I do that?!
Finally regaining control of myself in part, I went over to check on his pulse, and let out a sigh of relief. He's alive, and the blow doesn't seem to have caused any outwards injuries...
...For theirs, and the village's sake, I think I'd better get out of here... I can't seem to control myself. I just hurt papa!
With tears in my eyes, I ran off into the night, taking a broom with me to see if I can get it right this time. My book had been destroyed in the blast, so my training seems to be at an end. That's for the best, I suppose...
...I hope I can survive out there, on my own...