MidReal Story
The Coven's Destiny
Scenario: A story about four witches who discovery they are witches but none of them know each other only to be forced to work together later
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I was born into a family of witches, and both my parents were healers.
I grew up in a happy home, and I was always proud of my parents’ work.
When I was about five years old, I helped my mother in her herb garden.
She explained to me the different properties of each plant and how she used them to make medicine.
I wanted to be just like her, so I listened to her very carefully.
One day, while she was pulling out some weeds, I saw a bird fly into our window.
It fell to the ground and one of its wings looked broken.
My mother tried to shoo me away, but I didn’t listen.
I went over to the bird and held my hands over its wing.
I didn’t know what I was doing, but I concentrated very hard on the image of the bird flying in the sky, healthy and whole.
When I opened my eyes, the bird’s wing was no longer broken.
I was amazed and overjoyed, and I ran inside to tell my parents what had happened.
They were so proud of me, but they also warned me that it was very important that I keep what I could do a secret.
Not everyone would understand or appreciate it, and some people might even try to harm me because of it.
We lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone else, and they were all nonmagical humans (or at least as far as we knew).
Life was simple, but I always felt like an outsider, even more so after that first healing experience.
My mother explained to me that my ability to heal was very rare and powerful.
It could definitely be helpful to others, but it also required great responsibility and secrecy.
She and my father began teaching me how to control and use my gift over the years.
They gave me special herbs to use for meditation and visualization that would help me maintain control when I healed someone.
They also taught me how to properly channel energy from the earth into my body so that my powers wouldn’t be drained too quickly when I used them.
I did my best to learn everything my parents taught me and to practice it every day.
I knew they were proud when I was able to heal a woman’s broken arm when I was only ten years old.
After that, my parents let me help them whenever they went out to do their healing work.
They would heal, and I would assist and learn.
As we worked, they told the people we helped how fortunate they were that we had shown up when we did and that everything had turned out okay for them.
They warned them that not all witches were like us and that our kind was often persecuted by humans who didn’t understand us and our magic.
My parents taught me the names of the herbs and plants in our garden, and how to care for them so that they could care for us.
I loved our garden, and all the plants seemed like old friends that I was happy to visit every day.
As I learned their names and the ways we could use them, my parents also taught me about the magical properties each plant had and the spells that could be cast using them.
They showed me how to prepare a special blend of tea that would help increase my power so that I could heal more people than I usually could.
“This tea will help you focus and get more energy from the earth so you can heal better,” my mother said.
“But remember, it’s important that you don’t overdo it.
If you try to heal too many people at once without giving yourself a break, you may drain your powers too quickly and not have enough left for yourself.
You need to keep a balance between using your power to help others and saving it for yourself.”
My father added, “But don’t worry, Willow.
We’ll help you with that.
You’re still young and learning, so don’t be afraid to ask us if you need help or if there’s something you’re not sure about.”
I was so thankful for my parents’ patience and guidance as they continued training me in the art of healing.
They never tried to stop me from using my powers or told me that I couldn’t heal someone because it was too dangerous or risky.
They trusted me and let me decide when to help and who could be saved by my gift.
They never told me that I couldn’t do something because they were afraid of the consequences or that it would be too hard for me.
Instead, they encouraged me and supported my efforts while also making sure I considered the risks and that I stayed within my limits.
Thanks to their guidance and encouragement, my skills kept improving as I grew older.
The people I helped often said that they could feel the energy coming from my hands as I healed them.
“Thank you so much,” they would say with tears in their eyes.
“I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come.”
I always felt humbled and amazed by their reactions and couldn’t believe that I had been able to help someone in such a way.
Even though my parents had helped so many people over the years and had saved countless lives, I never stopped being surprised when one of our patients shared their gratitude with us.
One day, while I was meditating near the forest behind our cottage, a deer came limping toward me with a clearly broken leg.
I had only practiced on small animals before, so this would be my first time trying to heal a larger creature.
I wasn’t sure if I could do it, but I remembered what my parents told me: that it was best not to be afraid of using my powers, and that if I believed in myself, I could do anything I wanted.
I knew that I wanted to do this, even though it would be difficult for me.
I took a deep breath and tried not to think about how much pain the deer must be in.
My parents had told me that it was important not to focus on negative thoughts when trying to heal someone, as it could interfere with my powers.
Instead, they showed me how I could create a mental barrier around me that would keep out anything not related to the task at hand.
I had practiced it many times before, and now it came naturally for me, so I took a deep breath and focused on the energy coming from the earth and surrounding me like a protective bubble.
Once I had cast my circle, I got up from my lotus position and walked over to where the deer was sitting.
“Easy,” I said as I stretched out my hand and carefully approached the animal.
The deer sniffed at my hand, then nuzzled it gently before letting me touch her leg.
She blinked at me with big, soulful eyes, then closed them when I put my other hand on her back.
“Spirits of the forest, hear my cry,” I whispered as I began to channel the healing energy toward the deer’s broken leg.
“Mend this creature, let her fly.”
The deer’s body tensed up when the magic hit her, but she remained calm as she felt the pain in her leg go away and the bone move back into place.
The moment the spell ended, she stood up and tested her leg on the ground.
When she realized that she wasn’t in any pain anymore, she took a step forward, then another one, before bounding away into the woods in search of her herd.
As she disappeared between the trees, I let out a sigh of relief and smiled at her back.
“Goodbye,” I whispered.
“That’s one more healed animal for you,” I said when I went back home later that day.
My father was working in his study, so it was just me and my mother in the kitchen.
She looked up from her book and smiled at me as she put down her cup of tea.
“I’m so proud of you,” she said as she got up and walked over to me.
“You are going to be an even better healer than your father and me,” she continued as she enveloped me in a warm hug.
I beamed at her with pride as she let me go and turned back to her tea.
My mother was known in our coven as one of the most powerful healers out there and had helped so many people over the years that some of them still went out of their way to thank her for her help whenever they saw her on the street.
I knew that it was going to be hard to match her level of skill when I grew up, but if it was something that made me happy and could help others, then I was ready to work hard for it.
I went back outside later that day to pick some flowers for our house and ended up getting lost in thought while wandering through the forest.
As I looked around at all the beautiful plants and animals surrounding me, I couldn’t help but wonder how anyone could even think about hurting something so pure and innocent.
I remembered when my mother told me for the first time that everything in nature had its own energy and deserved to be respected, no matter how big or small it was.
Since then, they made sure we always treated everything we met with kindness and respect.
Whenever we needed something from nature, like herbs or wood for our spells and potions, we asked permission first and thanked it afterward for providing what we needed.
This way, we also made sure we didn’t take too much and left some of it for others who might need it later on.
I continued picking flowers while humming to myself when suddenly a golden butterfly flew out of nowhere and landed on my hand.
It opened its wings and closed them repeatedly as if it was trying to talk to me.
“What is wrong, little one?”
As the butterfly fluttered its wings faster, my heart tightened in my chest as if something bad was about to happen.
I suddenly had a feeling that I couldn’t explain, but it was so strong that it made me drop the flowers and grab my chest with my free hand.
“Please, tell me what is wrong,” I said as I used my other hand to try and catch the butterfly, but it flew away before I could get a hold of it.
The moment it was gone, the feeling was gone as well, but my heart was still racing in my chest as if it was trying to warn me about something.
I quickly got up from the ground and grabbed the flowers before running back home as fast as my legs could take me.
When I opened the door a few minutes later, my heart skipped a beat at the sight in front of me.
There were two men standing in the living room with worried expressions on their faces, talking to my father.
As soon as they saw me, one of them stood up and walked over to me.
“Willow, something terrible has happened,” he said slowly as he put his hands on my shoulders.
“Your parents have been hurt in an accident,” he whispered before pulling me into a warm embrace.
“What are you talking about?”
I asked with wide eyes as my heart started racing faster again.
“Where are they?”
I continued while looking around the room.
“They were on their way back home from the town when their carriage rolled over,” he said as he led me toward the couch.
“We did everything we could, but… They didn’t make it,” he finished before sitting down next to me.
I felt like someone had just punched me in the gut as soon as his words registered in my mind, but there was no way that what he said was true.
Both my parents were witches, which meant they had their own magic to protect themselves from such accidents.
How was it possible that two powerful witches like them died at the same time?
They were together in the carriage, weren’t they?
Shouldn’t one of them have been able to save the other?
The moment the realization hit me that there was no way to bring them back to life, a scream tore through my throat as if someone was ripping out my insides.
I tried to get up and run away, but the man next to me wrapped his arms around me and forced me to sit down as he tried to calm me down.
“It’s not true,” I whispered in disbelief as tears started streaming down my cheeks.
“My mother and father can’t be dead.”
While he tried to calm me down on the couch, someone knocked on the door again, so he got up and went to answer it while I stayed behind and tried to gather my thoughts.
I had lost count of all the times I had woken up to a never-ending nightmare in the last few days while trying to keep my eyes shut against the bright sun creeping through the curtains.
I had lost count of all the times I had woken up to a never-ending nightmare in the last few days while trying to keep my eyes shut against the bright sun creeping through the curtains.
I needed something to help me forget this nightmare I was living in and escape from the suffocating memories of the past for at least a little while.
Every time it happened, I hoped that it was all just a bad dream, but the reality of everything would hit me soon after when I didn’t see my parents in the hallway or in the kitchen while eating breakfast.
And so, I got out of bed determined with a clear goal in mind as I left the room and walked through the empty hallways before descending down the stairs and stepping out of the cottage.
I lost both of them on that fateful day when the carriage rolled over while returning home from the town where they went to get some supplies before winter arrived.
My father had died on the spot while trying to shield my mother with his own body in a desperate attempt to save her, but she hadn’t made it either despite all the efforts of the healers when they brought her back home.
The tranquility of the night surrounded me as I took several deep breaths while feeling the cool breeze against my skin and listening to how it whispered promises of new beginnings in my ear.
I looked around at the forest surrounding my home as I tried to keep my emotions in check while the memories of what happened here not long ago bubbled up to the surface once again.
The worst part of it all was that I had never gotten the chance to say goodbye to either of them as they were both taken away from me in a blink of an eye.
My grandmother had been the only family I had left after their deaths and even though she was already getting old when it happened, I was grateful that I still had her by my side.
The pain of loss was something I knew too well by now since it had been a constant companion for months as it reminded me of everything I had lost that day: my family, and the life I had known before it all went down in flames.
Being a healer like my parents, she had taught me the ways of our craft and done her best to prepare me for the responsibilities that would fall on my shoulders one day, but it was obvious that her time was running out as well.
Not wanting to think about it, I pushed the memories away from the forefront of my mind as far as possible and turned around before walking to the backyard where the garden that surrounded the house lay in wait.
She was the one who told me everything would be all right when I woke up in the middle of the night as I felt my body being wracked by sobs.
It wasn’t much, but it was big enough for me as it played the role of an escape for me when things got tough.
It was the place where I had spent a large amount of time with my parents and grandmother when they were still alive while learning about the different herbs and flowers that grew there.
She was the one who listened to my cries and held me in her arms until I fell asleep as she gently stroked my hair.
But most importantly, she had been the only link I had left between my past life and this new one where every day felt like a struggle.
It felt like every plant that grew here was an extension of them, reminding me of what we had shared together in the past.
Even though we didn’t speak much for the most part of the time due to her failing health, her presence in the house was still a comfort for me.
The moon shone brightly in the sky, casting its ethereal light over the modest patch of greenery as it illuminated the herbs and flowers that grew there.
It looked like a small piece of paradise as they swayed gently in the breeze under the watchful gaze of the moon as she took her place in the sky once again.
Lying to myself wasn’t going to help me cope with the sadness that threatened to consume me whole, so I opened my eyes and sat up on the bed while staring into the darkness of the room.
My grandmother had died on the eve of my sixteenth birthday when I was a few weeks away from becoming an adult in the eyes of our people.
I spent several hours tending to my garden and taking care of the plants that grew there as I tried to distract myself from everything that had happened while thinking of anything but that.
She died peacefully in her sleep and without any pain after I gave her one last kiss on her forehead.
But it seemed that no matter how hard I tried to shake off this feeling of impending doom that had been haunting me for a while now, it just wouldn’t go away as it stayed with me like a shadow that refused to leave.
The tea had gone cold in my hands as I sipped on it while seated at the small table inside my bedroom as I tried to focus on the warmth that spread through my body with each sip.
And just like that, I lost the only person who mattered to me the most after my parents had been taken away from me.
The weight of losing all of them at such a young age felt like a burden that was too heavy for me to carry all alone as I tried to push down all the thoughts and feelings that were trying to bubble up to the surface.
Chamomile was known for its calming properties and I was hoping it would do its magic by helping me relax before going to bed.
I had drunk three cups of it already and even though my body felt tired, sleep still eluded me as I stared into nothingness while my mind wandered off to different places.
In the end, it seemed like it was a lost cause so I placed the cup aside before lying down on top of the bedsheets with a sigh and closed my eyes as I waited for sleep to take me under its wings.
