"What would you do if I offered you the chance to live the same life differently?"

"I wouldn't do it."

"And why is that?"

"I wouldn't want to change a thing."

Today was, truly across all land, a beautiful morning. At the crack of 6 in the morning, Sunlight gazed its way through the mountaintop that covered it for so long, the grass and forestry lit up from the rays of sun, the leaves and grass drifting in the soft blow from morning breeze. Dew, settled for a short moment, awaiting the time when the people would wake up to a new day, and surely crumple the delicate drips of water, resting on the grass and trees around the village. Today was a day for the residents of the village to wake up, ready for the day that will come, hoping for the betterment of themselves, the morning encouraging the day, but to a few individuals, a new day meant new, Reluctant work and difficult hardships.

And for a certain individual, it was getting up from her room, her eyes watching the morning sunlight cast over the land like a spell, which she profoundly enjoyed the idea of.

"HEY! USELESS! GET YOURSELF READY BEFORE I DRAG YOU OUT HERE!"

Useless, or Soki was immediately snapped from her stupor, the mad yells and pounds of her father on the poor door that had to withstand such torment for 16 years of the only life she knew. With a reluctant sigh, Soki begrudgingly trudged from her bed, letting the Blue-Silver Blankets she had follow behind her, still clutched in a death-lock in one hand. Wiping her eyes, she yawned, releasing the blanket in her hands, letting it sit as she made her way to the small closet where she held clothing. Silently changing into the most efficient outfit she knew, a small, white top with two buttons trailing down the middle, and a small, Red bow near her neck, she also grabbed simple brown pants, took a quick look in the mirror, and opened the door, putting on the fakest cheerful expression she could make.

Her father came bellowing through, a big man, in size, not weight, who easily had about 8 inches on the 5'4 girl. He lumbered like a giant, wearing a merchant's suit, and always had that scowl on his face. She'd tried, when she was much younger, to get him to smile, but the man only smiled when he made a good sell in his store. Currently, and alternatively, he looked ready to explode on the girl, who shrunk back, waiting for the yells that were almost sure to come, holding her arms out protectively over her face, as if to protect against the voice. Of course, this was nothing but an act to get her father off of her back, his wrath was something that she did not need on a day like this. Today was and will be the most important day of her life, so far.

Her father lifted a finger, Held his mouth agape for a few seconds, but then promptly and quickly shut it, lowering his finger, muttering to himself in a low voice. Soki looked up, her arms lowering slowly, unsure if he was or wasn't going to yell at her. Finally, he sighed in resignation, walking away to supposedly check on an item in the store, while still muttering, giving a passing jab to the counter where Soki had reluctantly worked at since she was 13. The girl snickered under her breath, her act getting away once again from her idiot father, nearly skipping over to the counter, stopping herself only so her father wouldn't notice her glee and get suspicious. Once over, she blew off the settling dust from the previous day, Old scars and marks still labelling the years and years the counter has been presently here, worked by many others before Soki. Once the dust was gone, she placed both arms on the counter, plastered a big smile on her face, and settled her eyes on the mahogany clock near the doorway of the shop, counting out how many hours until her work time was over, keeping in her mind about the idea of a spell that casted over the valley like sunlight, for a spell idea she could make in her head.

Soki loved magic, in fact, she was obsessed with it. As a child, she loved the tails of witches sailing away on flying broomsticks, or magical beings with the ability to fire off sparkly orbs and spheres of beautiful, firework-like pellets of magic, or laser beams strong enough to turn mountains into dust. So when she decided to check out the remains of a decaying library, massive, but set to be destroyed, finding the grimoire was a strike of luck and what Soki believed to be only fate, it took days of hunting inside the building to find it. It was, of course, sealed off, using chain, but Soki had no problem 'Borrowing' a pair of pliers from her father, and he would have it back by noon anyways. For 5 years, she read and studied and tried so hard to learn everything it held, but it was last year she created the first ever working rune in her life. Excited, and extremely optimistic, she aimed to create a rune that could transport her from one place to another, specifically about a place she just so happened to read in the grimoire, a land that dwelled with legend, fantasy, and magic.

Gensokyo.

It was such a mythical place, with so many different kinds of creatures she never even knew existed. From the many diverse amounts of Youkai to Gods, Onis, Satoris, even Humans were somewhere in there as well. She'd read the chapter on it over a hundred times already, it held everything she hoped would exist, and hell, if the book said it existed, she might as well give it a shot. Unfortunately, Magic, in any shape or form, was declared witchcraft where she lived, and would be a sure sentence to death if ever figured out. Soki was careful over the years to snuffle out any fires she made, hide anything that was destroyed, and erase every sign of chalk on her floorboard. Tonight, she decided, was the night she made her break for the land, which meant today was the slowest day of her life. Customers lingered for what must've been hours, deciding and choosing whatever trinkets they could pick out in the store, leaving Soki to silently die from the anxiety she was currently feeling, her smile still unchanging, repeating the same sentence over and over again, "Yes, Thank you, Have a good day!", Until she started hating saying it.

And finally, after a pain filled 12 hours, Soki was dismissed at 6 in the night, making a full 90 degree turn on her right heel, and what seemed like exploding out towards the stairs, blurring slightly due to speed, sprinting up the stairs, without a care on what may have dropped or broken in her mad dash to her room. She lingered outside for a moment, taking one last look around, still slightly unsure if she wanted to leave in an entirety,after all, she'd probably never see this world again, from what the grimoire said itself, and ran back down to the kitchen, not to say goodbye to the room, of course, but to pack essentials. Luckily, her father was currently outside, advertising something she had no current cares for right now, so it was easy to sneak her way carefully into the small room. Soki, taking one of the brown sacks that usually held merchandise from a large counter, gleefully turned to a few choice fruits and vegetables, and after a few moments of short debate, decided she wanted them all, scooping them all into the sack at once, now skipping like a giggling school girl up to her room. She entered her room, closing the wooden door softly and slowly behind her, as to not make noise that she was back up in her room, taking a few looks around, before setting the sack in her hands down, while moving to the bookshelf, silently walking, listening for any footsteps that may be coming up to her room, her father couldn't catch her in the act now. She pulled out a decoy book, grabbing the grimoire from behind it, taking a moment to admire it's cover, black with a red, glowing sigil in the middle, torn slightly, dusty, and with a slightly weak spine, but still strong after such old age. She hopped, landing on her bed, flipping over to the page she bookmarked with a cherry slip of paper. Brushing silver hair back, she took out a few pieces of chalk, also from behind the bookshelf, kneeling down to write the various symbols she read from inside the book, attempting to fit it into her room's floor, which was a problem, before she realized runes didn't actually have to be particularly large to work. After she was done with the runes, the next step was simplistic, all she had to do was essentially step into the circle, say the magic words, and hope her own energy would be able to transport her a long enough distance to Gensokyo. Head held up, ready for the best, her brown eyes shimmered in excitement, with the grimoire in one hand, and the sack of essentials in another, she stood up straight, taking a breath while composing herself for her last moments in this village.

"Ianuae Mag-"

Her father slammed open the door, in much fury and rage, holding a beautiful shattered portrait Soki probably ruined running up the stairs like she did. Although, much of that fury was nothing compared when he saw the glowing magic circle, and his 'beloved' daughter standing in the middle, holding an obviously banned book in one hand, and a sack of food in another. Soki and her father shared dumbfounded looks for a moment, Soki giving a few awkward, strangled laughs, but it was her father that made the first move.

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?" He bellowed, before he shot forward, hands extended to restrain the girl from her works. Soki, had far enough of the nonsense. She waited far to long and worked far to hard to stop now. She turned her head towards her father, glaring at him for a moment, before sticking him the finger. To damn with this place, with her idiotic father, with the world she was supposed to be in, she was going to a world where she could what she wanted to be, whether the universe wanted her here or not.

"-…icae." And with the last of the words, the girl, in a burst of white light and a gust of air, which blew back any loose papers or sheets, vanished from thin air. Only the dust, visible from rays of sun, which had been settled on her body, now floating aimlessly from where she stood, her foot imprints still on the ground, and the circle was also nowhere to be seen, as if it vanished as well. The girl, in a simplicity, was just gone, like a magicians disappearing act, vanished.

And so begins the story of Soki Otochuna and the OHV.

Notes: Well, That was quite a crash-ride to write, considering it's very rushed and all, but do you really want to see 5 years of the character doing nothing but weird sentences and hand motions? Well, it's not only my first story, but it's my first OC story with an absolute ton of lore I have prepped for this. Well, that concludes the first chapter, and paves the way for more to come! Until the next chapter, Bye ~