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MidReal Story
Emerald Eye
Scenario:A 15 yr old man who one day a red emerald goes into his eyes which gives him powers
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Luke Reynolds
athletic friend who acts as the muscle of the group, friends with Ethan and Mia, tall and muscular build, brave yet impulsive
Ethan Clarke
superhero with telekinetic powers, friends with Mia and Luke, short black hair, determined and resourceful
Mia Thompson
techsavvy ally using gadgets to support Ethan, friends with Ethan and Luke, curly brown hair, intelligent and loyal
Chapter 1
The red emerald was the size of a golf ball.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I wanted it more than anything else in the world.
I reached out to grab it, but my teacher’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.
"Careful, Ethan," he said.
"It’s very valuable."
He handed me a pair of gloves and a small velvet pouch.
"Put these on."
I did as he asked, then reached out again and picked up the emerald.
It was warm to the touch, and I could feel a strange energy pulsing from it.
I looked at my teacher.
"Why is it red?"
"I don’t know," he said with a shrug.
"Most emeralds are green, but every now and then you get one that’s red."
He took the emerald from me and placed it back in its case.
"Okay, everyone," he said to the class.
I first found the red emerald on a class field trip to a cave in the middle of nowhere.
We’d all piled onto the bus early that morning, and after an hour or so we’d arrived at our destination and trekked through the forest until we reached the entrance of the cave.
"This is one of the largest caves in the country," Mr. Roberts, our teacher, told us as we followed him into its depths.
"Nobody knows how far back it goes, but explorers have been trying to map it for decades with no success. Some people say there’s a whole underground city in here. Can you imagine that?"
The rest of my classmates ooh-ed and ah-ed at this while I rolled my eyes.
No offense to Mr. Roberts, but he had a tendency to exaggerate things.
We spent the next few hours walking through narrow passageways and over steep ledges as Mr. Roberts pointed out various rock formations along the way.
He’d told us before we arrived that this cave was supposed to be filled with strange and unique rocks that couldn’t be found anywhere else on Earth.
I guess he wanted us to see them with our own eyes so he could check another item off his lesson plan for the year.
Finally, we came to a small room at the end of a hallway.
There was one large rock in the center of it, and a dim light emanating from somewhere behind it.
"Watch your step," Mr. Roberts warned us as we followed him into the room.
A few of my classmates gasped when they saw what was there: a huge red emerald sitting on top of a pedestal in the corner.
The light coming from behind it wasn’t so much illuminating it as it was radiating off of it like a beacon.
It was so bright that I had to squint my eyes just looking at it from across the room.
"What is that?" someone asked after a moment of silence.
Mr. Roberts frowned at this question and started walking toward us again.
"I have no idea," he said over his shoulder as he passed by me, "but I’d say we found our first stop for show-and-tell."
When nobody laughed at this joke he added: "Emeralds are usually green. For some reason this one’s red."
I got up and walked over to where it was sitting.
The closer I got, the more my heart started pounding in my chest until I was practically hyperventilating by the time I reached out and touched it.
I don’t know how else to describe what happened next other than just … knowing that something had changed inside of me.
It was like finding an old friend you hadn’t seen in years or picking up a book with your favorite story in it.
As soon as my skin made contact with its cold surface, something clicked into place in my mind and everything just … made sense.
"That’s so cool," Luke whispered from behind me.
A few of my other classmates nodded in agreement.
"Can we touch it?" someone asked Mr. Roberts.
"Absolutely not," he said firmly.
"It’s incredibly valuable."
As if on cue, there was a loud rumbling sound and the ground beneath us started shaking so violently that everybody had to grab onto something just to stay on their feet.
Small rocks fell from the ceiling and clattered on the ground around us while a few kids instinctively covered their heads and screamed for help.
"Duck and cover!" someone yelled over all of this noise.
I’d barely managed to get down on my hands and knees when something slammed into me from behind and knocked me off my feet.
I came to in a hospital bed.
My head was pounding and it felt like somebody had put sandpaper down my throat, but other than that I was fine.
I remember the nurse saying something about me being lucky that I was able to regain consciousness so quickly after the accident and asking if I wanted anything.
"A mirror," I said.
"I want a mirror."
"Let’s try and relax," she said.
"We’ll get you all patched up and looking as good as new in no time. You just need to—"
"I want a mirror," I repeated.
She hesitated for a moment before sighing and handing me one of the small hand-held mirrors they had on the cart next to my bed.
At first glance everything looked okay: my hair wasn’t too messy and there didn’t seem to be any blood on my face or neck.
But then I turned the mirror toward my right eye …
I remember crying out in shock when I saw it.
My eye wasn’t swollen or bleeding at all—it was still wide open and looking straight back at me—but where the emerald had been before there was now a small hole in its place.
It was like somebody had taken an ice cream scoop and carved out the center of it while leaving the rest of my eyeball completely untouched.
And instead of blood coming out of it, there was light.
The emerald itself seemed to be glowing from within, and every few seconds it would pulse with energy like a beating heart.
"It’s okay," she said after another moment of silence.
"The doctor will be here shortly. He can explain everything."
The doctor arrived about half an hour later and confirmed what we’d already suspected: the red emerald had somehow fused itself with my eye.
"It’s attached to your optic nerve," he explained.
"That’s why you can still see out of that eye even though there isn’t really an eye there anymore. We could try to remove it, but I should warn you that there’s no guarantee you’ll be able to keep your vision if we do."
And just like that, I was left with no other choice but to accept what had happened and try to move on with my life.
The next few weeks were hell.
I had to wear an eyepatch over my right eye all the time because if I didn’t I’d get so distracted by the light coming from the emerald that I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
At first, everyone at school thought it was a dumb fashion statement or some kind of prank I was trying to pull, but eventually word got out and everybody knew what had happened to me.
They said I was lucky to have survived an accident like that, and that things could have been much worse for me had it not been for their quick thinking and intervention.
But as far as I was concerned, they were wrong: things couldn’t have been much worse for me than they already were.
As if losing my eye wasn’t bad enough, apparently the emerald had other plans for me as well.
According to the doctors, it had somehow changed my DNA, which is what made my powers possible in the first place.
Ethan
What the hell was happening to me?
How was this even possible?
I barely made it halfway across the cafeteria before I heard a voice calling out to me.
"Hey, kid!"
A security guard was coming up behind me, his face twisted into a scowl.
"Get back here!"
But I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop—I had to get away from all of this before things got even worse.
As if on cue, something crashed against a nearby table, causing everybody in the cafeteria to turn their heads and look at it.
It took me a moment to realize what had happened, but when I did I froze in place; at least half of the food that was on the table had somehow ended up splattered all over Luke Reynolds’s face.
Luke was one of the popular kids at school: he played varsity basketball, dated the head cheerleader, and sat at the best table in the cafeteria with all of his friends during lunch.
He also happened to be a massive asshole who loved nothing more than making life miserable for people like me—and apparently Mia Thompson too.
Mia was new to our school this year; she’d just transferred here over winter break because her parents had moved here for work.
She was also one of the smartest people I’d ever met.
Mia had finished reading every book in our school library within a month of getting here, and she somehow managed to get straight A’s on everything she did without even trying.
She was also brave as hell, which is why it didn’t surprise me when I saw her standing up to Luke and his friends—and doing it with nothing more than a fork and spoon.
"Oops," she said as she placed both utensils back onto the table, "my bad."
The bowl of soup that had been sloshing around in the middle of the table moments ago was now completely motionless and perfectly still—just like everything else would have been if I hadn’t lost my temper earlier.
"You think this is funny?"
Luke growled as he wiped some of the soup off his face.
"I’ll show you what’s funny."
He raised his hand into the air, and for a moment I thought he might try to punch Mia—or worse—but then he stopped himself and looked over at the security guard who was making his way towards us instead.
"This kid just threw food all over my face!"
The security guard wasn’t listening, though; he was too busy glaring at Luke for being the reason the fight had started in the first place.
And as everyone’s attention began to shift back towards me, I knew that I was running out of time; my powers were growing stronger with each passing second, feeding off my emotions and getting even harder to control than they already were.
If I didn’t calm down soon, there was no telling what might happen next …
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to force myself to focus on keeping everything around me perfectly still just like I had before.
I spent the next few moments doing everything I could think of not to lose it—counting backwards from ten, picturing myself somewhere far away from here—and eventually I started to feel my energy levels dropping again.
It worked for a little while, but then something else happened: I felt another surge coming on, one that felt even more powerful than the last.
I opened my eyes and stared at all of the people around me, terrified that I’d somehow end up hurting one of them by accident if I stayed here any longer.