The smell of burning was filling the fresh mountain air. All that could be heard was the sounds of crackling, crying, and bullets ricocheting from the ground and up the mountain. The sound of running, stomping all over the flower filled field. Trees were burning and falling around what was a tranquil area. A woman brushed herself down and pushed her hair back out of her face. She had a blank expression, as if she was simply watching a normal summer's day. She didn't seem phased by the burning or the smoke at all.
One lone girl sat, tears falling down her face, staring at what used to be her beloved home just moments before. What kind of monster could do such a thing to such an innocent girl? Why would someone want to destroy the beautiful land that was Gensokyo? As these thoughts rushed through her head, a voice shouted a command.
"She isn't here. If we don't find her soon, she could get a pre-emptive attack on us. We will NOT let our mark escape. Move onwards."
The girl watched the figures leave through the thick black smoke they created. She really didn't understand anything. She needed to gather her strength. As her head fell towards the patch of flowers in front of her, her vision became blurry as she slipped out of consciousness.