MidReal Story
Chapter One The first time Erevan Shadowstalker had been banished to the realm of the dead, he’d been a young child of ten. It had been a horrifying and violent experience, one that had haunted him for the rest of his life. When he’d finally been able to return to the land of the living, he’d been so grateful, he’d sworn an oath to keep others safe from the horrors he’d witnessed. The oath had become his life’s purpose. He’d devoted his life to being a ranger, hunting down rogue mages and demons and stopping them from crossing over into the land of the living. He’d spent long years in the wild, living off the land and learning everything he could about the creatures of darkness. It was a good thing he now had that knowledge, because it seemed he was once again being called upon to help others in the realm of the dead. He knew he should be grateful to Mortalia for asking for his help, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was using him. He was only supposed to be here for a few days while she was off on business. She was turning her back on her own kind—and all for a mortal. She’d known that he wouldn’t turn his back on her. She’d used him to betray her own kind. He should have guessed that the enigmatic sorceress had her own agenda. When she’d first come to him with news of an assassination attempt on the king, he’d been reluctant to believe her. He hadn’t trusted her or her motives, but he still cared about her. And he knew that if she was willing to give up her own kind to help him, then she had to be telling the truth. Now he was here, in the realm of the dead, waiting for her to confirm what he already knew was true. He knew he should be grateful for Mortalia’s help, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was using him. He was just supposed to be here for a few days while she was off on business. Then he and Lyra would be on their way. Mortalia was turning her back on all her own kind—and all for a mortal. She’d known that Erevan wouldn’t turn his back on her. She’d used him to betray her own kind and keep herself safe from Lilith. He should have guessed that the enigmatic sorceress had her own agenda. When she’d first come to him with news of an assassination attempt on the king, Erevan had been reluctant to believe her. He hadn’t trusted her or her motives, but he still cared about her. And he knew that if Mortalia was willing to give up her own kind to help him, then she had to be telling the truth. Now here they were, in the realm of the dead, waiting for Mortalia to confirm what Erevan already knew was true. Lyra Nightshade stood at the edge of the small forest clearing and watched Erevan as he went through his warm-up exercises. She didn’t need to do any warm-up exercises—her powers were always ready when she needed them—but she could appreciate how disciplined and focused Erevan was. It wasn’t just his body that was disciplined; it was his mind as well. Nothing fazed him; he never let his emotions get in the way of anything. It was something she admired in him—something she tried very hard to emulate. Erevan finished his exercises and returned to where Lyra stood by their packs. He looked at her expectantly, but she shook her head. “Still nothing?” he asked. She shook her head again.
Scenario: Based on The Lord of the Rings and A Song of Ice and Fire. The man who created The Lord of the Rings is similar to Aragorn, telling the story of this world of despair, cruelty and death from the perspective of a ranger.
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Chapter OneThe first time Erevan Shadowstalker had been banished to the realm of the dead, he’d been a young child of ten. It had been a horrifying and violent experience, one that had haunted him for the rest of his life. When he’d finally been able to return to the land of the living, he’d been so grateful, he’d sworn an oath to keep others safe from the horrors he’d witnessed. The oath had become his life’s purpose.He’d devoted his life to being a ranger, hunting down rogue mages and demons and stopping them from crossing over into the land of the living. He’d spent long years in the wild, living off the land and learning everything he could about the creatures of darkness. It was a good thing he now had that knowledge, because it seemed he was once again being called upon to help others in the realm of the dead.He knew he should be grateful to Mortalia for asking for his help, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was using him. He was only supposed to be here for a few days while she was off on business. She was turning her back on her own kind—and all for a mortal.She’d known that he wouldn’t turn his back on her. She’d used him to betray her own kind. He should have guessed that the enigmatic sorceress had her own agenda. When she’d first come to him with news of an assassination attempt on the king, he’d been reluctant to believe her. He hadn’t trusted her or her motives, but he still cared about her. And he knew that if she was willing to give up her own kind to help him, then she had to be telling the truth. Now he was here, in the realm of the dead, waiting for her to confirm what he already knew was true.He knew he should be grateful for Mortalia’s help, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was using him. He was just supposed to be here for a few days while she was off on business. Then he and Lyra would be on their way. Mortalia was turning her back on all her own kind—and all for a mortal.She’d known that Erevan wouldn’t turn his back on her. She’d used him to betray her own kind and keep herself safe from Lilith. He should have guessed that the enigmatic sorceress had her own agenda. When she’d first come to him with news of an assassination attempt on the king, Erevan had been reluctant to believe her. He hadn’t trusted her or her motives, but he still cared about her. And he knew that if Mortalia was willing to give up her own kind to help him, then she had to be telling the truth.Now here they were, in the realm of the dead, waiting for Mortalia to confirm what Erevan already knew was true.Lyra Nightshade stood at the edge of the small forest clearing and watched Erevan as he went through his warm-up exercises. She didn’t need to do any warm-up exercises—her powers were always ready when she needed them—but she could appreciate how disciplined and focused Erevan was.It wasn’t just his body that was disciplined; it was his mind as well. Nothing fazed him; he never let his emotions get in the way of anything. It was something she admired in him—something she tried very hard to emulate.Erevan finished his exercises and returned to where Lyra stood by their packs. He looked at her expectantly, but she shook her head.“Still nothing?” he asked.She shook her head again.
“No. But I can feel it,” she said, frowning. “The magic is very strong here. I don’t understand why I can’t pinpoint it.”Erevan gave her a disapproving look. She knew he didn’t like it when she talked about her magic, but she couldn’t help it. It was a part of her, just as much as his tracking skills were a part of him.“We’ll keep looking,” he said. “We’ll find it.”He turned away from her to check on the horses. Lyra watched him go, wishing she could see inside his head. He was so good at hiding what he was really feeling, and sometimes she found it difficult to know if his words were the truth or not.Perhaps she should try to use her magic? She hadn’t wanted to risk it in front of Erevan, but perhaps he was right.She closed her eyes and reached out with her mind. She could feel the magic all around her, but it was chaotic and unfocused. It was hard to tell where it was coming from or what it was for. She tried to make sense of it, but it slipped through her fingers like smoke.She opened her eyes again and sighed. She wasn’t strong enough yet to harness the full power of her magic. Mortalia had warned her that if she wasn’t careful, she would be consumed by it. But Lyra had been so desperate to learn more about her powers that she’d ignored Mortalia’s warnings and tried to use them anyway.She still didn’t know exactly what had happened; all she remembered was a bright light and a feeling of being lifted up and carried away. When she’d finally awakened, she’d found herself in a strange place with no memory of how she’d gotten there.
