~Half of a Tall Tale~
Prologue: Meteor
The ground was cold and wet. I had been lying in my magnificent flower field when a horrible storm came. I quickly found shelter under my umbrella, and ran to the log house I had found near my field. My name is Yuuka Kazami, Flour Master of the Four Seasons. I had been walking in my sunflower field one day, when I noticed a small hole in the ground. When I looked closer into it, I saw that it continued on. I followed it, and eventually led off into a forest. I was far off the path when I saw an ancient log cabin, the windows broken and spider webs covering the door. I had cleaned it up, and went there every once in a while.
When I went inside the house during the storm, I noticed a door I hadn't seen before. I went into it and saw that it could be locked from the inside. When I looked around, the room had no windows in it except for the vent in the top. When I looked out the vent, you could see outside. Just barely, though. The rain was getting harder, and thunder crashed every few minutes. After the storm was over, my sunflowers were fine, but it was hard to walk around because of all the mud. But after that storm, I think wet sunflowers are the least of my worries. Because you see, after that, I remembered something before Remilia...before Patchouli, before Sakuya, before Rumia even! I remembered back in Mystic Square...and I thought of Elly, my gatekeeper. I don't know why this came into my head, but I went on to see how Reimu's shrine fared.
As I was walking there, I slowly started smelling charred coal. It got stronger and stronger as I walked. I got farther on, when the smell was like I was in front of a fireplace. I looked around to see the source of this smell, but no smoke was anywhere. I wondered if something had gotten struck by lightning around here. I looked around for a bit, and there was my answer. It started when I saw a piece of coal itself. I followed the trail of it, as more and more appeared, getting larger and larger. Where the trail ended, there was a hole. Where the hole was, there was a meteor. A meteor of some sort. It looked like it had been there for decades, covered in dead moss. The storm clouds had long since disappeared, and when I looked beyond the meteor. I first didn't get what I saw. Lodged into the opposite side was a scythe. It had a red handle, and was extremely curvy. When I went around to that side, there, lying a few feet away from the strange meteor, was the answer to my thoughts about the PC-98 days, as some call it. There was Elly.