MidReal Story
Enchanted Hearts
Scenario: A pixie falls in love with an elf
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Elara Thistledown
the pixie in love, in love with Eirik, petite with shimmering wings, curious and spirited.
Eirik Silverleaf
the elf beloved by Elara, in love with Elara, tall with silver hair and wise eyes, gentle and stoic.
Lyra Moonshadow
Elara's confidante and Eirik's sister, friends with both Elara and Eirik, slender with moonlit skin, wise and supportive.
I first met Eirik Silverleaf during a moonlit gathering.
The elves had come to the forest to celebrate the full moon, and I’d been watching them from the shadows.
I’d never seen an elf up close before, and I was fascinated by their beauty and grace.
They were tall and slender with silver hair that shimmered in the moonlight, and they moved with a fluidity that was mesmerizing to watch.
I’d been so caught up in my observations that I hadn’t noticed one of them had strayed from the group until he was standing right in front of me.
He was tall and handsome with silver hair that gleamed like starlight, and his eyes were a deep, dark brown that seemed to see right through me.
He held out his hand, and I took it without thinking.
I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me at his touch, and I knew in that moment that my life would never be the same.
We stood there for what felt like an eternity, lost in each other’s eyes.
My heart pounded in my chest, and my skin prickled with anticipation.
I had the sudden and inexplicable urge to join the elves in their revelry, to cast aside my pixie caution and dance freely under the full moon.
I’d always been reckless and impulsive by nature, but this was different.
This was something primal and urgent, an ache in my chest that I couldn’t explain.
It felt as though I was on the verge of something wonderful and terrifying all at once, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment would change everything.
The elf’s gaze shifted to the revelers behind me, and he turned back to meet my eyes.
“Do you want to dance?”
he asked, his voice soft and musical.
His hand tightened around mine, and he tugged gently, as if to pull me along with him.
I hesitated for a moment, torn between the desire to obey and the instinct to flee.
Elves were dangerous creatures, even more so than humans or other forest folk.
They were enigmatic and unpredictable and had a reputation for capriciousness.
But the longing in his eyes was too much to resist, and before I knew what I was doing, I nodded and let him lead me into the clearing.
The elves watched us curiously as we joined them, their eyes following our every movement as if we were actors on a stage.
The clearing was filled with music and laughter, and the air hummed with magic as they danced under the watchful gaze of the full moon.
I’d always felt like an outsider among my own kind—too reckless and bold for the tiny pixies who spent their days flitting among the flowers—but I’d never felt more out of place than I did at that moment.
As soon as we stepped into the clearing, the elf released my hand, and I stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
The other elves had paired off, and they danced together in a swirling blur of color.
Their laughter filled the night, echoing through the trees like a melody, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy as I watched them.
I’d never been a very good dancer, but that had never stopped me from trying.
I loved to lose myself in the music, to feel my body move in time with the rhythm, as if it had a life of its own.
But as I stood there watching the elves dance, I realized I’d never truly known what it meant to be free.
Without another thought, I spread my arms wide and began to spin around in a circle, letting the music carry me away.
I heard gasps of surprise from all around me, but I ignored them.
I kept spinning faster and faster, until my feet lifted off the ground and I soared high above the elves’ heads.
We pixies were known for our delicate wings and ethereal beauty, but unlike my kin, I didn’t need wings to fly.
The elves had stopped dancing, and they were staring up at me in shock, their eyes wide with wonder.
My heart raced with a heady mix of fear and exhilaration, and I couldn’t help but giggle at the looks on their faces.
Without thinking, I twirled in midair and began to float downward, slowly and gracefully, like a falling feather.
A hush fell over the clearing as I descended, and I felt all eyes on me as I drifted toward the ground.
For a moment, I was afraid that they would catch me, but then I remembered that I was invisible.
I’d cast a spell on myself before the gathering, so no one could see or hear me, and it was such a simple spell that it hardly took any magic at all to maintain it.
I landed softly on the forest floor, and the elves let out a collective sigh of disappointment, as if I’d been some kind of apparition that vanished when they tried to touch me.
They didn’t know the half of it.
A few of the younger elves began to whisper among themselves, and I strained to hear what they were saying, but I couldn’t make out their words from where I stood.
Instead of trying to eavesdrop, I turned my attention to the game the elves were playing.
They’d set up a tall wooden pole in the center of the clearing, and they were taking turns tossing tiny silver rings onto it to see who could get the most.
The rings almost seemed to float in midair as they threw them, and I watched in amazement as they arced through the night and landed perfectly on the pole every time.
I wanted to get closer so that I could see better, and I almost did—but then I remembered that I was invisible and decided it wasn’t worth the risk of being discovered and losing my prize.
I’d been watching Eirik Silverleaf for most of the night, ever since he’d first caught my eye as he stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the other elves play their games with his hands shoved deep into his pockets and a faint smile on his lips.
He hadn’t moved from that spot since then, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.
He was tall and handsome, with silver hair that gleamed like starlight and wise eyes that seemed to see right through me.
His gaze sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself unable to look away from him as I floated silently above.
I wanted to go to him and introduce myself, but I knew that was impossible—even if he could see me, which he couldn’t, there was no way an elf like him would ever want anything to do with a reckless and impulsive pixie like me.
So instead of going to him, I did the next best thing.
I waited until Eirik’s attention was focused elsewhere before I floated down to where he stood and plucked one of his silver hairs from his head.
The moment I touched him, a jolt of electricity shot through me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in surprise.
Eirik Silverleaf asked, his stern voice making me jump and clutch the hair to my chest as I stared up at him in a panic, knowing he must have seen me take it but hoping that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t figured out that I was there too.
He reached out and grabbed me, and I shrieked and dropped the hair as I tried to scramble away, but he was faster than I was, and he caught me easily in one hand as I flailed and kicked and tried to break free of his grip, his fingers wrapped firmly around my waist as he stared down at me with an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes narrowed as he studied me closely as if he could see me even though he couldn’t, and I fought harder to get away, but his grip was like iron, and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t break free, so instead I did the only thing I could do: I vanished into thin air right before his eyes, leaving him with nothing in his hands but the cool night air as his eyes widened in shock and surprise, and then I fled into the night, my heart pounding as I soared away through the trees until I was certain he would never find me again.
Of course, I should have known better—I should have known that an elf as fast and strong and sharp-eyed as Eirik Silverleaf would never let me get away that easily, and sure enough, it wasn’t long before he caught up with me again and snatched me out of the air as if I weighed no more than a feather, his fingers closing around my waist so tightly that it took my breath away for a moment as he held me up eye level with him and shook me back and forth until the rest of the world was nothing but a blur of colors and shapes flashing by all around us.
“Show yourself,” he barked, and I did just that, appearing right before his eyes as he stared down at me, his jaw clenched and his lips pressed into a thin line as his fingers dug into my waist.
I whimpered and tried to wriggle free, but it was no use—his hold on me was like a vise, and no matter how hard I struggled, it wouldn’t budge an inch.
“Please don’t hurt me!”
I begged, and for a moment, I could have sworn that I saw something flicker in his eye—something like amusement—as he looked down at me and smiled.
“I won’t,” he said as he reached for the hair I’d dropped and plucked it from the air before tucking it safely into his pocket so that I couldn’t take it again.
