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MidReal Story
Ember's Heart
Scenario:Ember's Heart
Plot Concept: Phoenix Carter, a bright, independent woman in her early twenties, is living a fairly normal life in a small town, working as a barista and trying to figure out what comes next after college. She’s always felt like something’s missing, but she can’t quite put her finger on it. Strange things have been happening around her for as long as she can remember—objects moving on their own, little bursts of warmth in her hands, and inexplicable dreams about ancient forests and symbols.
One night, after a particularly vivid dream where she’s in a moonlit clearing surrounded by whispering trees, Phoenix stumbles upon an old letter hidden in a family heirloom chest her grandmother left her. The letter is from her late mother, whom she never knew. It reveals that Phoenix is a witch, part of an ancient bloodline of good witches who protect nature and the balance of life. The letter also hints that Phoenix’s magic is unique and extremely powerful.
As Phoenix starts learning to control her newfound abilities, she meets Kai, a mysterious and kind-hearted man who seems to be drawn to her. He's a quiet, intriguing figure in town with his own past, and it’s soon revealed that he’s a guardian of witches—someone who’s tasked with helping new witches come into their powers and teaching them how to use their magic responsibly.
At first, Phoenix is wary of Kai, unsure if she can trust him. But as she struggles to master her powers, they develop a deep connection. Kai becomes her mentor, and their bond deepens, turning into something neither of them expected—a passionate, yet tender love. However, there’s a catch: Phoenix’s magic is far more potent than anyone anticipated, and it comes with a danger that could threaten not just her, but the people she loves, including Kai.
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Maya bennet
Maya BennettAge: 23Occupation: Nurse (ER nurse at a local hospital)Appearance: Maya stands at a confident 5'6",with a lean but strong build from years of both nursing and hiking in her spare time. Her dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a messy bun,and her soft,hazel eyes are framed by glasses she only wears when she’s not at work. Her skin is a warm caramel tone,with a few freckles scattered across her nose. Maya’s wardrobe is functional yet stylish—scrubs at work,but on her days off,she loves oversized sweaters,flannel shirts,and comfortable jeans. She has a minimalistic style with small hoop earrings and a silver bracelet that she never takes off.Personality: Maya is fiercely loyal,compassionate,and the ultimate practical thinker. As a nurse,she thrives under pressure,her calmness a vital part of her character. In her personal life,she’s just as reliable and level-headed,offering Phoenix both a safe space to vent and advice when needed. Maya’s humor is quick-witted and dry,and she’s always there to lighten the mood with a joke or a sarcastic comment. While she’s strong and independent,Maya also has a vulnerable side that she hides from others,especially when things in her life start to feel too heavy. She tends to shoulder other people’s burdens without asking for help,but those who know her well can tell when she’s carrying too much.
Kai
Kai is a mysterious and kind-hearted man in his late twenties,serving as a guardian of witches with a history tied to the ancient practice of protecting magical bloodlines,connected deeply with Phoenix due to his role as her mentor,tall with striking blue eyes and an air of quiet strength,he is patient,wise,and carries a gentle aura that belies the intensity of his responsibility.
Phoenix Carter
Female,protagonist and young witch,grew up unaware of her magical heritage while living a normal life in a small town,discovering her powers through dreams and a letter from her late mother,building a deep connection with Kai,a mysterious guardian,she has long auburn hair,bright green eyes full of curiosity,and a determined yet compassionate nature,struggling to master her potent magic which could pose a danger to those she loves.
Sometimes life just feels like a series of coincidences.
Like when I get a latte and the barista accidentally draws a heart in the foam.
Or when I see a couple holding hands and it reminds me of that movie I loved.
Or when I run into my friend at the store and we both end up buying the same shirt.
Stuff like that.
But sometimes the coincidences pile up so high that they start looking like…signs.
Like there’s something bigger going on, working behind the scenes of your life.
Something that’s trying to tell you something, but you can’t quite figure out what.
At least, not yet.
I woke up this morning with a dream lingering in my mind like smoke from a fire that’s been put out.
In the dream, I was standing in a forest clearing surrounded by whispering trees under a full moon.
There was a symbol carved into the trunk of one of the trees in front of me, and as I reached out to touch it, I felt this intense warmth spreading through my hands.
When I pulled my fingers back, there was this golden light spreading from the symbol, filling up the whole forest.
It was so real, I could almost smell the trees and feel the breeze moving through the clearing.
I sit on my bed, still in my pajamas, staring at my hands where that warmth had felt so real.
My phone lies next to me, and I pick it up, scrolling to Maya’s number.
She’s probably just finished her night shift at the ER and is on her way home.
The phone rings three times before I hear her tired voice.
"Hey, Phoenix," she says.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything’s fine," I reply.
"I just had this dream…"
I describe the forest, the moonlight, the symbol that seemed to pulse with energy.
I tell her about how when I touched it, it felt like my hands were being filled with this golden warmth.
And then I tell her about the light spreading through the forest like a wave of pure energy.
Maya listens quietly, and I can almost picture her furrowing her brow like she always does when she’s thinking hard.
When I mention the golden light, she inhales sharply.
"Phoenix," she says, her voice suddenly alert.
"I don’t know what to say. That sounds…"
She trails off, and I can tell she’s choosing her words carefully.
"Can we talk about this in person?"
"Sure," I say, feeling a little confused.
Maya’s always been the calmest person I know, even when she’s dealing with trauma patients at the ER.
But something about my dream has gotten to her.
I change out of my pajamas into a pair of jeans and a sweater, grab my keys, and head downstairs.
The morning air is crisp, and there’s a layer of frost on my car windshield.
I take out my scraper and start clearing it off, but as I move my hand across the glass, I feel that tingling sensation again in my palms.
I look down and see that the ice isn’t just melting - it’s evaporating instantly, leaving perfect circular gaps in the frost.
I jerk my hand back, my heart pounding in my chest.
What the hell is going on?
I grip the steering wheel tightly, trying to focus on the road while my hands continue to tingle.
At every red light, I glance down at my palms, half-expecting to see them glowing.
The drive to our usual coffee spot takes longer than normal because I’m deliberately avoiding touching anything except the wheel.
When I pull into the parking lot, I see Maya already waiting outside, still in her blue scrubs from her night shift.
She’s pacing back and forth, phone in hand, and for once, she doesn’t have that collected look on her face.
She looks worried.
I hurry across the parking lot, my boots crunching on the frozen gravel.
Maya stops pacing when she sees me, her face tense.
"The ice just disappeared," I say, holding out my still-tingling hands.
"Perfect circles, Maya. Like magic or something."
She grabs my wrists, examining my palms with the focused intensity she usually reserves for patients.
Her fingers press specific points, checking for temperature or pulse - I’m not sure which.
When she touches the center of my right palm, a small spark jumps between us.
Maya doesn’t flinch or pull away.
Instead, she looks up at me with wide eyes.
"Phoenix, this isn’t just a dream," she says quietly.
"You might have awakened something real."
I lead Maya through the door of the coffee shop, careful not to touch the handle with my still-tingling hands.
The early morning crowd is sparse - just a sleepy barista and two regulars hunched over their laptops, typing furiously.
We choose the corner booth furthest from anyone else, where winter sunlight streams through frosted windows.
The barista comes over, her eyes half-open.
"Coffee?"
"Please," we both say in unison.
She nods and shuffles back to the counter.
A few minutes later, she returns with our steaming mugs.
I wrap my hands around mine, and instantly, the liquid starts to steam more vigorously.
Maya glances at me sharply, then slides the mug away from me before anyone notices anything unusual.
She leans forward, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Phoenix, I’m going to tell you everything I know. But first, promise me you’ll keep your hands in your lap."
I nod, feeling the weight of her words settle over me like a heavy cloak.
Maya glances around the coffee shop one more time, ensuring we’re still alone.
Then she reaches into her bag and pulls out a worn, old leather-bound journal.
She slides it across the table, her eyes locked on mine.
"Keep your voice low," she whispers.
"This is just between us."
I take the journal in my hands, feeling the weight of its pages and the worn cover.
It smells of aged paper and something else - a faint hint of smoke.
When I open it, the yellowed pages reveal intricate drawings of hands surrounded by fire, water, light, and earth.
In the corners of each page, symbols are etched into the margins - similar to what I saw in my dream.
"These are stories passed down through my family," Maya explains quietly.
"There are families blessed with control over elements. Each symbol represents a specific power. Fire, water, air, earth…"
She points to each drawing as she speaks. "These symbols are meant to unlock the potential within those who possess them."
I study the pages, mesmerized by the detail and artistry.
Some drawings depict hands summoning flames, while others show water flowing from fingertips.
Each image holds a sense of magic and wonder that makes my breath catch in my throat.
Maya leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"This one…"
She points to a drawing of two hands facing each other with light pulsating between them.
"It’s said to be a symbol of healing. Some families have passed down stories of their ancestors possessing such powers."
As soon as she points at the drawing, my hands start tingling again.
The coffee in our mugs begins to simmer without any external heat source.
I lean back in the booth, my mind struggling to process Maya’s words.
The leather journal lies open between us, its yellowed pages filled with those strange symbols that seem to pulse before my eyes.
My hands still tingle, and I notice the coffee in both our mugs has started to bubble slightly.
"This can’t be real," I whisper, shaking my head.
"You’re telling me there are people who can control elements? That I might be one of them?"
Maya reaches for my hand, but I pull back, remembering the spark from earlier.
"Phoenix, I know it's overwhelming, but I've seen it before," Maya insists, her voice steady.
"My grandmother used to tell me stories about our ancestors who could do things like this."
She pauses, her eyes searching mine. "I think you might be connected to them somehow."
I'm about to ask Maya more questions when the coffee shop's bell chimes violently.
A tall figure in a long, black coat blocks the doorway, their face hidden beneath the hood of their coat.
The few customers in the shop fall silent, turning to stare at the sudden intruder.
My hands start burning, not just tingling, as if they're reacting to something in this person's presence.
The figure strides towards our booth, their long coat billowing behind them like a dark cloud.
Maya quickly shoves the journal into her bag, but before she can close it, the figure raises a hand.
The coffee cups on our table rattle slightly, and I feel a strange energy emanating from them.
"The journal," the figure says in a low, gravelly voice that sends shivers down my spine.
Maya grabs my wrist under the table and squeezes hard.
"Don't say anything," she whispers urgently, her eyes wide with fear.
The figure steps closer, their voice dripping with menace. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, do you?"
I swallow hard, my mind racing as I try to think of a way out.