Share
MidReal Story
A warrior returns to his hometown and reconnects with his
Anonymous
Apr 26
Scenario:A warrior returns to his hometown and reconnects with his childhood friend, Maya, who he has been writing letters to for the past four years, and they share a passionate kiss before deciding to go to his uncle's old cabin to spend time together.
Create my version of this story
The journey home had been long and arduous, filled with the horrors of battle that left my heart heavy and my soul weary.
But as I stepped onto the cobblestone path that led to the town square, a sense of peace washed over me.
I was finally home.
The town square had always been my favorite place in the world.
As a child, I would come here to watch the townspeople go about their daily lives, and dream about all the adventures that awaited me beyond my little corner of the world.
Back then, I could never have imagined that I would go on to become one of the most feared warriors in the land.
Or that I would return to this place, not as a young boy with stars in his eyes, but as a man who had seen things that would haunt him for the rest of his days.
But even after everything that had happened, this place still felt like home to me.
As I made my way through the square, I was greeted by the comforting sounds of a place where my roots ran deep.
The chatter of the townspeople, the clanging of metal from the blacksmith’s forge, even the persistent yapping of the local dog all seemed to echo my name.
And then, there were the smells: fresh bread from the bakery, roasting meat from the butcher’s shop, and flowers from the garden.
Every breath I took was filled with reminders of why I had fought so hard to get back here.
The contrast between this place and the foreign lands I had been fighting in for so long was stark.
Here, life went on in a peaceful rhythm, untouched by the chaos I had grown accustomed to.
The buildings that lined the square were all made of wood and stone, with brightly colored awnings that flapped gently in the breeze.
And while they might not have been as grand as some of the palaces I had visited during my travels, there was a simple beauty to them that made me feel as if I were seeing them for the first time all over again.
I paused for a moment to take in my surroundings and let out a sigh of contentment.
It was good to be back.
“Ethan Knight!”
I turned at the sound of my name and saw Mrs.
Wells hurrying toward me, her arms outstretched.
She gave me a fierce hug, squeezing me so tightly that I thought she might never let go.
“It’s so good to see you,” she said when she finally released me from her grasp.
“You’re looking well.”
“Thank you, Mrs.”
I said with a smile.
“How have you been?”
“Oh, you know how it is,” she said with a shrug.
“Same old, same old.”
I laughed at that.
Mrs.Wells was one of the most cheerful people I knew, but she also had a tendency to exaggerate just about everything.
