The Fantasy Mythos
It was a cold autumn night, early in the month of September in the peaceful country of Japan. It was not a biting cold, nor was it one that was pleasant. It was the kind that was tolerable but would drive one wanting to go back indoors for a cup of hot tea. One may have thought that, this was an ordinary night for all in the country. Yes, it was. Nothing in particular was happening on the planet itself but far out, in dimensions beyond human understandings, something great was happening.
The three stars of Orion's belt aligned perfectly and the constellation of Sagittarius pointed directly at Polaris, the North Star. The barriers that separated deity from man, those older than the Earth itself began to weaken. Why? As of yet, nobody knows. These slight tremors in the fabrics of space and boundary swept the globe. People like you and I, would have passed them off as minor earthquakes. Especially in Japan, where minute shifting of the tectonic plates below them were common place.
Not the inhabitants of Gensokyo though. In a place where magic was common place and mythical creatures that appeared only in legends were even more so omnipresent, people knew that there tremors spelt much more than a few pots and pans falling off shelves.
In fact, by the very nature of Gensokyo existing silently besides the world inhabited by man, slightly closer to a cosmic Lay Line made the effects of these tremors more pronounced. Anything, abilities, affinities or otherwise that did not come as second nature to anyone in Gensokyo were immediately locked away by the forces of the mythos, rendering many, many Youkai of the realm either flightless, powerless or both.
Strange symbols spelt in the tongue of the ancients caressed the night sky, flirting with the stars. In the day, the sky would be overcast, much like modern day London with the sun only appearing once every couple of hours. When the sun was not around, its rays shorn through the dark clouds which rolled around the skies in random patterns, much like maggots under one's skin.
Obviously this was an incident. Believed the 'playable cast' or so called them by the locals of Gensokyo as they were the ones who most often resolved incidents, either alone or with each other. And so, as usual, they got to investigation immediately. Unfortunately for them, the incident was… Unique in its own way, for good or bad, take it as you will. It most certainly was not a regular, beat someone up, kind of incident.
And let us not forget that incidents or cataclysms on this scale did not merely draw the attention of powerful girls in a mystical wonderland. Such an event, the twilight of humanity should nothing be done about it, would draw the attention of others who are keen to intervene in such a thing. The girls of Gensokyo are not alone. That statement, shall be left as it is.
It should also be noted that not everyone has Gensokyo's best interest at heart... the whispers of the mythos can tempt even the strongest mind, and strange pacts with creatures from beyond the veil promise far more power than anyone could ever imagine…
Das Author's Note:
Hi everyone! This time, I am writing another story. Why am I writing another story despite not having finished the other one, you may ask? Well, I decided I'd try something different, something more fantasy horror ish than sci-fi all the time. You may like it, you may not, but whatever it is, do stick around. It will be a really enjoyable ride... I hope. Thank you once again for picking this book up to read and I would update this semi-regularly. Happy times.