MidReal Story
he finds himself in a big forest unable to grasp the situation he goes to a nearby pond to drink some water only find out he has turned into a beautiful elf after seeing his reflection in the water
Scenario: a 19 year old college student named Alex Who suddenly gets transported to a fantasy world of magic after reading a suspicious book in the road
Create my version of this story
he finds himself in a big forest unable to grasp the situation he goes to a nearby pond to drink some water only find out he has turned into a beautiful elf after seeing his reflection in the water
Chapter 1
The light of the full moon shone down on a quiet suburban street, casting a pale glow on the pavement as a young man made his way home. He hummed to himself, lost in thought, as he walked along, his backpack slung over one shoulder. It was late, but he didn't mind. The world was peaceful and still and he felt as if he were the only one left in the world.
The young man's name was Alex and he was a 19-year-old college student with a passion for adventure and a tendency to get lost in books. He had just finished his freshman year of college and was looking forward to a summer of sleeping in and spending his days reading.
He loved the life of a student, but lately, he had found himself yearning for something more exciting. The monotony of everyday life was starting to get to him and he couldn't help but long for something more. He wanted to experience the kind of adventures that he had always read about in his favorite novels.
Alex had always been a bit of a dreamer. He was the kind of person who got lost in his own thoughts and found it all too easy to let his imagination run away with him. He often found himself daydreaming about being a hero and saving the day, or stepping into the pages of his favorite stories and living out the adventures he read about.
He didn't believe in magic, but that didn't stop him from hoping that maybe, just maybe, there was something more out there. Something beyond the ordinary that would give his life meaning and purpose.
As he walked along, lost in thought, something caught his eye. It was a book, lying abandoned on the side of the road. Alex stopped in his tracks and bent down to pick it up, curiosity getting the better of him. The book was old and battered, with a plain brown cover and no title. It looked like it had been well loved over the years.
Alex opened the book, expecting to find a story inside. But instead, he found row after row of neatly written text. It was a diary.
He quickly flipped to the front of the book to see if there was a name written inside. There wasn't. But as he read through the pages, he realized that this wasn't an ordinary diary. It was the diary of someone who claimed to have lived in another world.
The entries were strange and fantastical, filled with tales of magic and adventure that were too farfetched to be true. But as Alex read through them, he couldn't help but get caught up in the story. The writer had a talent for words and he painted a vivid picture of a world unlike anything Alex had ever imagined.
Before he knew it, Alex had lost track of time. The moon was high overhead and he was still sitting on the side of the road, reading through the diary by the light of the street lamps.
He shook himself out of his reverie and stood up, stretching his legs. It was time to go home.
He tucked the diary into his backpack and started walking again, but his mind was still on the strange story he had been reading. He couldn't help but wonder if there might be some truth to it after all.
The next morning, Alex woke up with a sense of excitement in his chest. The diary had occupied his thoughts all night, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important about it.
He quickly got ready for the day, not wanting to be late for his lectures. As he made himself breakfast, he found himself staring at the diary, which was now resting on his kitchen counter. He knew he should just leave it and go, but he couldn't resist the urge to read a few more pages.
Alex wasn't quite sure what to make of the diary. It was all too easy to dismiss it as a work of fiction, but there was something about it that made him wonder if there might be more to it than that. The stories were too detailed, too full of emotion to be mere figments of someone's imagination. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was some truth to what he was reading, even if he couldn't explain how or why.
As he sat down to eat his breakfast, he found his mind wandering back to the diary. He knew he should be focusing on his studies, but the lure of the strange tales was too strong to resist.
His lectures passed in a blur and soon it was time for him to head home again. The walk felt longer than usual and he cursed himself for not taking the book with him. He had been so caught up in the stories that he had forgotten to put it in his backpack before leaving.
When at last he reached his apartment, he practically ran inside and snatched up the diary. He hurriedly finished his chores and made himself some dinner before settling down on the sofa with the book.
The entries were just as interesting as they had been before. It was clear that they were written by someone who had a way with words and a talent for storytelling. But as the writer’s story progressed, Alex found himself growing more and more skeptical. The writer claimed that they had the power to manipulate space and time, that they could create magical spells simply by thinking of them.
Alex shook his head and sighed. It was easy to get caught up in the stories, but magic wasn’t real. The writer had clearly had an active imagination, but that didn’t make their tales any more believable.
As Alex read through the pages of the book, he couldn’t help but wonder who the writer was. They never revealed their name or any personal details about themselves. They simply wrote about their adventures and the people they met along the way.
Before he knew it, Alex had finished reading through the entire diary. The writer’s stories had come to an abrupt end, leaving many questions unanswered.
Despite his skepticism, Alex felt a sense of disappointment that there weren’t more entries to read. He had grown strangely attached to the writer and their tales of adventure.
He closed the book and let out a sigh. It was time to come back to reality and stop letting his imagination run wild.
As he stood up and stretched, Alex realized that he had been so engrossed in the diary that he hadn’t noticed how much time had passed. The moon was once again high in the sky, casting a silvery glow into the room.
The next day, Alex woke up with a strange feeling of restlessness. He couldn’t stop thinking about the diary and what it might mean. His studies were suffering because of it too – he couldn’t concentrate on anything for long without his thoughts wandering back to the mysterious stories he had read.
By the end of the week, Alex found himself growing more and more anxious as each day went by without any new entries being added to the diary. He knew he should just forget about it and move on with his life, but something about it had captured his imagination in a way that nothing else ever had.
By Monday morning, Alex couldn’t take it anymore. He knew he needed to finish reading through the rest of the book, so he called in sick and spent the entire day on his sofa absorbed in its pages. There were only a few entries left when Alex finally reached the end of the diary.
He felt a strange mix of disappointment and satisfaction as he closed the book and set it down beside him on the sofa. The writer’s stories had come to an end, and now he was left with nothing but questions.
Alex couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something important about what he had just read. As he sat there, lost in thought, a strange sensation washed over him.
The room flickered for a moment, and then everything went dark. When Alex opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a place that was completely unfamiliar.
To Alex’s horror, the creature began to draw closer, its fangs glinting in the moonlight.
Alex stumbled backward, frantically searching for a weapon or a way to escape.
But before he could do anything, the creature lunged at him with a blood-curdling roar.
He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable.
But instead of feeling fangs sinking into his flesh, all he heard was a loud thud and a pained growl.
When he opened his eyes, the creature was lying on the ground, apparently unconscious.
He turned and saw a figure standing a few feet away, holding a long wooden staff.
“Are you hurt?”
the figure asked.
Alex shook his head, too shocked by what had just happened to form any coherent words.
The figure reached up and pushed back the hood of their cloak, revealing a young woman with long red hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Come with me,” she said, offering him her hand.
“Where am I?”
he asked, still dazed.
The woman turned and started walking away.
“Wait! Who are you? What’s happening?” Alex called after her, but she didn’t stop or turn around.
With a sigh, he hurried after her, eager for answers.
The woman led him through the trees, her steps sure and swift, and he struggled to keep up with her.
Finally, they emerged into a clearing, and Alex saw a small cottage nestled among the pines.
The woman led him through the trees, her steps sure and swift, and he struggled to keep up with her.
Finally, they emerged into a clearing, and Alex saw a small cottage nestled among the pines.
The windows were lit from within, casting a warm glow in the surrounding darkness.
As they approached, the door swung open, and a tall man with auburn hair and kind eyes stepped out.
“You’re back, Nessa!”
he said, smiling at the woman.
His gaze then fell on Alex, who was still reeling from everything that had happened.
“Who’s this?”
“His name is Alex,” Nessa said, her voice soft but commanding.
Alex took a step back as she raised her hand, but then he realized she was just trying to show him the strange mark on her palm. The mark resembled the flaming wolf's head he had seen in one of the book's illustrations.
"Alex," the man said, stepping forward. "I'm Alaric. This is my home. You're safe here."
Nessa's Story
Nessa looked at the two men before turning her gaze on Alex once more. She could see the fear and confusion in his eyes. Alaric's calm voice broke through the fog of her mind.
"You're safe here."
A shiver ran down Nessa's spine as the reality of what Alaric was saying hit her. But where would Alex go? This world was dangerous for someone like him. Her powers were not yet fully developed; she couldn't teleport them anywhere safe. Her only option was to stay here, protect him until she could send him back to where he belonged. But how could she do that when she didn't even know how he got here?
The moment she touched the book, she knew it was a gateway, something that could transport a person from one world to another. She just didn't expect it would be so powerful and dangerous. It was just an old book lying on the ground. How could something like that change everything?
She turned and started walking away. "Wait! Who are you? What's happening?"
She didn't stop or turn around.
"Hey! Wait!" He called after her, but she was already too far away. With a sigh, he hurried after her.
Chapter 3
"A woman shouldn't be out here alone."
"I'm not alone," she said over her shoulder. "And I don't need protection from a thief."
He stopped in his tracks as if he was offended. "I'm not a thief!"
With a soft huff, she continued toward the cottage. He followed close behind.
