MidReal Story
Fate's Forbidden Thread
Scenario: This dark fantasy thriller promises to keep you guessing until the very end. The world of Luminaris is a meticulously crafted cage, and Elias must become a master manipulator himself to break free and rewrite his own destiny.
The Puppet Strings of Fate
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Thriller, Mystery
Synopsis: In the floating city of Luminaris, magic is woven like silk, binding the citizens to their preordained fates. Every life path is meticulously crafted by the enigmatic Weavers, a hidden elite who manipulate the very threads of destiny. Elias, a talented but ostracized street performer, stumbles upon a forbidden artifact – a spool of shimmering, untainted fate silk. This discovery throws his world into chaos.
This fantasy tale promises a thrilling adventure that surpasses Death Note in its layers of secrecy, the stakes involved, and the sheer manipulation of the world by an unseen force. Will Amara and Corvus unravel the mystery before it's too late? Dive into "The Whispering Crown" to find out!
This is just a concept, but it offers a thrilling and suspenseful world with more hidden secrets than Death Note. It explores the psychological manipulation of dreams, creating a world where everyone and everything could be a pawn in the Guild's game.
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I was performing on the streets of Luminaris when I found the fate silk.
It was a spool, lying in the gutter where someone had dropped it.
I’d never seen one in person before, but I knew what it was.
The Weavers used them to control our lives.
I picked it up and slipped it into my pocket, and that’s when everything went to hell.
The Weavers came for me, and they killed my only friend.
Now I’m on the run with a Weaver who has her own reasons for hating them.
She’s determined to destroy the fate silk, even if it means sacrificing herself in the process.
But if she can’t stop the Weavers from using it to control us, we’re all doomed.
And I’m starting to wonder if there’s anything I can do to save us.
I was performing on the streets of Luminaris when I found the fate silk.
It was a spool, lying in the gutter where someone had dropped it.
I’d never seen one in person before, but I knew what it was.
I was juggling knives, the flashing blades catching the sun as they arced through the air and then settled neatly into my waiting hands.
A small crowd had gathered to watch me, drawn by the speed and fluidness of my movements, and I could hear their laughter and applause.
It was good to see them enjoying themselves, and I was grateful for the coins that they tossed into my hat as payment for entertaining them.
The sun was low in the sky, somewhere behind the glass domes and towers of Luminaris.
The city floated high above the clouds, its citizens unconcerned with what lay below.
I’d been performing here on a corner near the market for the last couple of hours, working through my usual routine of juggling and fire dancing.
On a good day, I could make enough to eat for a week, but today had been only average.
Still, I had a pocket full of coins, and that was more than Corvus could say.
I reached behind me to grab another knife from my belt, sending it spinning toward the waiting hands of a boy in the front row.
He caught it easily, his eyes wide with delight as he examined the blade.
“Careful with that,” I said with a smile.
“It’s sharp enough to slice your finger off.”
The boy looked up at me with a grin.
“I want to be just like you when I grow up.”
I tousled his hair before turning back to my audience and launching into my next trick.
I’d been performing on the streets since I was twelve years old, and over the years, I’d worked hard to hone my skills and perfect my routines.
I wasn’t going to be winning any awards for originality—there were dozens of other street performers in Luminaris doing exactly what I did every day—but I knew that I was better than most of them.
I’d put too much work into my performances not to be.
Being a street performer wasn’t easy.
There were days when I didn’t make enough to eat or pay rent, but even on those days when I went hungry or had to sleep in an alleyway with an empty belly, my art gave me something that nothing else could.
It gave me purpose and direction and control over my life.
And those were things that I desperately needed.
I worked my way through my routine, juggling knives and flaming torches, dancing with fire and leaping through rings of flame.
When I finally reached the end of my act, I extinguished the last of my torches and tossed them aside before bowing deeply to my audience.
Their applause rang in my ears, and I stood there for a moment soaking it in before making my way around to each of them to collect my payment.
I’d never get tired of this feeling—the energy of a crowd cheering for me, happy to have been entertained by my art for an hour or two.
It was one of the few things that had kept me going all those years when I didn’t know where my next meal was coming from or if I’d have anywhere to sleep that night.
As I reached the end of my line, a woman stepped forward to drop a few coins into my hat—a local, judging by her dress and dark hair—though she didn’t look much older than me.
Her eyes met mine, and I saw something there—admiration, perhaps, or maybe it was just a spark of excitement.
I ducked my head and offered her a shy smile—the smile that Corvus called my “ladies’ killer”—before turning to make my way back to the center of the square.
But when I got there, I couldn’t resist stopping for one last trick.
I’d been saving it for just this moment, and as I pulled a final torch from a pouch at my waist, a murmur went through the crowd.
The torch was burning brightly, the flames crackling and snapping in the cool evening air, and I ran my hand up and down its length, feeling the heat against my skin.
With a grin, I dropped it into my mouth, letting it slide down my throat until only the tip was still visible.
I held it there for a moment, then breathed out sharply, extinguishing it with a puff of air.
There was a moment of silence while everyone waited to see if I was okay, and then someone started clapping and cheering, and the rest quickly followed suit.
I bowed one last time, and the crowd began to disperse.
I waited until they were gone before I pulled the torch from my mouth—Corvus would never let me live it down if he saw me doing it—and then I started to gather up my things.
My hat was nearly full of coins, and I smiled as I tipped them into a small bag at my waist.
It had been a good day after all.
As I scooped up the rest of my gear and stuffed it into a canvas bag, I noticed something lying in the gutter that hadn’t been there before—a small piece of fate silk.
It was unspun and untainted, its silvery sheen catching the last few rays of sunlight like a spider’s web.
I stared at it for a moment in surprise before glancing around to see if anyone was watching me.
But no one seemed to be paying any attention to the piece of silk lying there in the gutter, so I stepped closer to examine it more closely.
Most of the silk in Luminaris was tainted, the fine threads woven through with dark dyes and twisted into patterns that signaled the Weavers’ touch.
But this piece was different.
It was pure, unsullied by human hands or Weaver magic, and I knew that this was something special.
I’d heard stories about untainted fate silk before, though I’d never actually seen any myself.
Most people in Luminaris believed that it was all just a myth—that the Weavers had always been here, controlling our lives from birth to death and everything in between.
But I knew better.
I could feel their touch on me every time I looked at one of their tapestries, or when I felt the faint tingle of magic on my skin as they changed the threads of fate to suit their own needs.
The silk was beautiful, yes, but it was also an omen of ill fortune for anyone who dared possess it.
The Weavers hated untainted fate silk, and they would do anything to destroy it—even if it meant destroying the person who had found it in the process.
I glanced around one last time to make sure no one was watching me, then crouched down to pick up the silvery thread and stuff it quickly into the pocket of my cloak.
It had been almost three weeks since I’d found that first piece of untainted fate silk in the gutter, and I still found myself wondering about it sometime.
It had changed my life in ways that I never could have predicted, leading me down a path that I wasn’t sure I wanted to follow.
But still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it had somehow been meant for me, even if I didn’t know why or how.
The idea both thrilled and terrified me.
The Weavers were powerful beings who controlled our lives from birth to death, but they were also capricious and cruel.
They didn’t like it when people challenged them or tried to break free from the confines of their tapestries.
They would do anything to keep us in line—even if it meant killing us all.
I knew that it was dangerous for me to be carrying untainted fate silk like this.
I knew that it was dangerous for me to be even thinking about using it in my act.
But I also knew that it would be worth it if it meant I could get away from here.
I took another deep breath and forced myself to focus on the present.
The sun was setting behind the glass domes and towers of Luminaris, casting long shadows over the city as people rushed home to escape the cold.
The cobbled streets were nearly empty now, but they were still crowded with people who were too busy with their own lives to pay any attention to a street performer like me.
I took another deep breath and tried to shake off my nerves before I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small piece of untainted fate silk that I’d found earlier.
It was so delicate that it almost seemed to disappear between my fingers, but when I pulled on it gently, I could feel its strength.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before: smooth and cool like liquid silver, but also surprisingly sturdy considering how thin it was.
I smiled as I looked at it for a moment before tucking it away safely inside my cloak.
Then I took one last deep breath before stepping out into the empty street and starting my show again.
It was nearly midnight when I finally finished performing for the night.
My throat was sore from singing, and my arms ached from juggling for so long.
But the crowd had been good tonight, so I didn’t mind.
I smiled as I packed up my gear one last time before heading back to our spot near the market where Corvus was waiting for me.
He wasn’t there when I arrived, but he showed up a few minutes later with two steaming cups of hot tea that he’d bought from a nearby stand.
“Where have you been?”
he asked as he handed me one of the cups.
“I’ve been waiting here for hours.”
“Sorry,” I said as I took the cup gratefully.
“The show ran a bit long.”
He raised an eyebrow at me in surprise.
“I heard that you did your fire dance tonight,” he said.
“Is that true?”
He was silent for a moment before he finally shook his head in disbelief.
“I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to do that again,” he said.
“You know how dangerous it is.”
I nodded in agreement.
It was dangerous, but it was also worth the risk, I thought as I looked down at the small spool of untainted fate silk that I’d found earlier that night.
I didn’t know how I’d managed to find it, but somehow, I had.
And that was all that mattered.
It was a small, almost insignificant thing, but it had changed everything for me.
It had given me hope for the first time in years.
The city seemed to hold its breath as I stepped out into the empty street and started my show again.
I knew that I should have been more careful after what had happened earlier, that I should have been more aware of my surroundings.
But I couldn’t help myself.
I felt like I’d finally found something that belonged to me, something that I could claim as my own.
Something that I wanted to share with the world, no matter the cost.
The crowd’s reaction to my new act was mixed, but most people seemed to like it well enough.
They clapped and cheered as I danced with the small piece of untainted fate silk, moving it through the air like a ribbon or a scarf or a streamer, but not quite like any of those things.
Some people even threw coins into my hat when I finished, which I thought was pretty generous considering that I hadn’t even asked them to.
I smiled as I picked up my gear and headed back to our spot near the market, but then I saw her watching me, and my heart almost stopped.
She was beautiful, with long black hair and pale skin, but there was something about her that set her apart from the rest.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it made my skin prickle with awareness.
She was a Weaver, like all of us, but she didn’t look at me like the others did.
She watched me with wide eyes as I approached her, almost as though she couldn’t believe what she’d just seen.
I swallowed hard as I stopped in front of her for a moment before I finally forced myself to speak.
“Do you want it?”
I asked as I held out the small piece of untainted fate silk that I’d found earlier.
She looked up at me for a moment before she finally nodded.
“Yes,” she said, “I do.”
And then she smiled at me, a small, almost secretive smile that made my heart race even faster than before.
I watched her as she walked away, disappearing into the crowd without a second glance behind her.
And then I watched her some more before I finally turned away and headed back to our spot near the market.
I could still feel her eyes on me, even though I knew that it was impossible.
And then I smiled as I thought about her again.
But then I was pulled back into reality when someone suddenly grabbed me by the arm and yanked me backwards.
“What are you doing?”
I asked when I realized that it was Corvus who had grabbed me as he pulled me through the empty street towards a narrow alleyway behind the market.
“Let go of me!”
But he didn’t let go, no matter how much I struggled against him.
“Don’t you see what you’ve done?”
And then I realized that it wasn’t the empty alleyway that he was looking at, but the fate silk that I’d brought with me.
I felt my stomach drop as I dropped my gear to the ground and yanked my arm out of Corvus’s grasp so that I could turn around and see what he was looking at.
He was staring at the small piece of untainted fate silk that I’d found earlier, and for some reason, it was still in my hand.
And then I realized that it wasn’t just the piece that I’d found earlier, but all the pieces that I’d woven into my performance.
There were small pieces scattered all over the ground, and even though they weren’t worth much, they were enough to make me feel victorious.
But then I saw her again, and I felt my heart stop in my chest.
She was standing in the alleyway with us, watching me again with those wide eyes of hers.
And then I realized why she’d been watching me perform earlier.
It was because I had something that she wanted.
Something that no one else had.
Untainted fate silk.
I stared down at the small piece in my hand, realizing for the first time what it was that I held.
Why it had always seemed so familiar to me.
It was fate silk, but not like the other kind.
It wasn’t the taint kind, but the pure kind.
Untainted fate silk.
The kind that weavers could use to weave destinies instead of just nudging them along.
The kind that Weavers had been forbidden from using since the beginning of time.
The kind that no one had seen in centuries.
The kind that no one thought existed anymore.
And yet now here it was, right there in front of me, and not just in my hand, but everywhere around me.
It was a weapon, something that could be used against them.
Something that could end them.
If only we knew how to use it.
If only we knew how to weave destinies with it.
But we didn’t know how to do either thing, because our fate had been taken from us long before we were born.
But now here it was, the only thing standing between us and freedom.
I stared down at the untainted fate silk in my hand for a moment longer before I realized that I wasn’t alone anymore.
She was standing beside me now, watching me with those wide eyes as she reached out and cupped my hand in hers before she gently pulled the small piece away from me and held it up in front of her face so that she could examine it more closely.
Her fingers were cool against my skin, and they sent shivers racing down my spine as I watched her work, suddenly realizing who she was and what she could do to me if she wanted to.
She was a Weaver, and I’d just given her the one thing that she’d been searching for all along.
But then I quickly forgot all about that when I realized what she’d said earlier and what it meant now that she was standing so close to me again.
“Are you saying that you can teach me how to use this?”
She nodded slowly as she continued to study the piece of untainted fate silk that she held between her fingers before she looked up at me and spoke again, her voice soft but certain now that she knew what she was doing and where we were going from here.
“I can,” she told me as she held out the untainted piece for me to take back, “but only if you’re willing to learn.”
I nodded eagerly as I reached out and gently took the piece back from her before I studied it for a moment longer and then finally let my eyes meet hers once more, not sure why but still unable to look away from them as I took a step closer and asked, “what do I need to do?”
She smiled at me again as she reached out and took my hand in hers once more before she stepped even closer and began to whisper into my ear.
“We’ll talk about that another time,” she told me as she leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss against my cheek, “for now just wait here for me.”
I nodded slowly as I watched her pull away from me and step back before she turned around and began to walk away from me again.
But then she stopped and turned around and looked back at me once more.
“Be careful with that.”
I watched as she began to weave destinies again, and for a moment I was too afraid to get any closer.
I’d seen what happened when someone got too close before.
But then I suddenly remembered that we were alone now and that there wasn’t anyone else who would be able to see me if something happened before I quickly hurried over and sat down in front of her so that I would be ready when the time finally came.
I watched as she began to dance again as she wove destinies all around me.
All around my head and all around my heart.
And even though I knew how dangerous they could be, I couldn’t look away from them.
And even though it terrified me more than anything else ever had before, I couldn’t deny that they were beautiful.
Especially now that they were being woven with untainted fate silk.
But then suddenly someone grabbed my arm and yanked me away from the barrier and everything changed.
I tried to jerk free of their grasp and turn around and face them but it didn’t work because they had a stronger hold on me than I’d realized and before I knew it they’d already dragged me over and tossed me on the ground at Amara’s feet before they quickly turned around and began running away again.
And although it took me a minute to realize what had happened and who it was who’d grabbed me in the first place, once I did realize what had happened I quickly got back up on my feet and turned around and glared at Amara angrily as I demanded, “what did you do?”
And then suddenly everything changed for me too.
One minute I was right there in front of her and then next minute the light shifted and all of a sudden I couldn’t see anything at all anymore because something dark had been thrown over my head and it smelled like mothballs and dust and something else that I couldn’t quite put my finger on right away.
But then my nose finally adjusted enough for me to notice that it also smelled like Amara too.