Share
MidReal Story
The Adventurer's Daughter
Scenario:My name is Elora. To my small village, I’m just a peculiar orphan living on a farm between the village and the forest. Since childhood, I’ve had unusual dreams of a mysterious world filled with stone, iron, monsters, treasure, and magic. I sometimes sense the swirling mana in the air. Unbeknownst to anyone, even myself, I am the daughter of a Dungeon core and a top-level adventurer.
Create my version of this story
Elora Voss
first_person_protagonist, female. She is an orphan living in a small village. She is curious, resilient, and imaginative. Raised by the village elder, she has vivid dreams of a magical world and senses mana in the air. Unaware of her true identity as the daughter of a Dungeon Core and a top adventurer, she longs for adventure beyond her mundane life. Her dreams hint at her connection to a powerful entity and her potential for greatness.
Elder Thorne
side_character, male. He is the village elder who raised Elora after her parents' disappearance. He is kind, protective, and wise. Despite knowing Elora's true heritage, he keeps it secret to ensure her safety from those seeking power or revenge against Gerald Voss. He provides guidance and support to Elora while encouraging her to explore her unique abilities without revealing their origin.
Gerald Voss
side_character, male. He is Elora's father and a top adventurer. He is brave, secretive, and powerful. A renowned hero with many conquests, he has hidden his true identity as the partner of a Dungeon Core from the world. His relationship with Elora remains unknown to both himself and his daughter. His legacy looms large in Elora's life through her dreams and the mysterious powers she possesses.
I am Elora.
To the people of my village, I am just a peculiar orphan living on a farm between the village and the forest.
They know me not at all.
They have no idea of my lineage, of my destiny, of my connection to the fabric of reality.
Even I am not aware of these things.
But my dreams…
My dreams are full of magic and monsters, of a world made from stone and iron, of a world that swims in treasure and danger, where the brave are made heroes and the cowardly are made meat.
My dreams are true, I sense it.
Though they make little sense to me, though the things within them are unfamiliar to me, I know that they show me a truth, a deep truth, a higher truth.
My dreams speak of a world beyond this one, a world touching this one, a world or perhaps many worlds among many, where magic is real and wild and omnipresent.
A world or many worlds connected to this one, connected to a Dungeon Core, an entity of which most people do not even suspect the existence.
I sit at the edge of the stream, my feet dangling in the cool water.
The afternoon sun warms my skin, and I have removed my outer dress to wash it.
I am wearing only a thin shift, a loose-fitting dress that covers me from shoulders to ankles.
It is not as loose as it once was, however.
Over the past year, my body has changed.
My chest has grown fuller, my hips wider.
The fabric of the shift clings to me in ways that it once did not.
I scrub the dress against the rocks at the edge of the stream, using a bar of soap made from animal fat and plant ash.
As I work, I hear footsteps on the path above me.
A group of young men from the village are passing by, their faces turned down toward me.
They stop talking as they see me, and I feel their eyes upon my skin. I quickly gather up my wet dress and hold it against my chest, feeling my face burn with embarrassment.
I turn away from them and continue to scrub at the dress, hoping that they will pass on by without stopping.
But they do not pass on by.
They stand there for a moment, lingering, looking down at me with their eyes roving over my body.
I can feel their gazes upon me like fingers on my skin, and I squirm uncomfortably under them.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they continue on their way.
I watch them go, watching as they disappear into the trees at the bend in the path.
I am shaken by the encounter, and I quickly wring out my dress and gather up my things to head back to the farm.
As I stand and turn, a figure steps out from behind a tree.
It is one of the young men from before, the baker's son, Nathan.
He is alone now, and he does not look at me with the same hunger that his friends did.
"Hello," he says.
"I'm sorry about what happened just now. My friends are pigs."
"It's okay," I say, looking away from him.
"It's not a big deal."
"It is a big deal," he says.
"They had no right to look at you like that. I saw them staring at you. I should have said something."
He pauses, looking down at his hands, which are clenched into fists.
"I'm sorry."
I do not know what to say to this.
I have never spoken to Nathan before, but I have seen him watching me in the village.
He is tall and thin, with dark hair and eyes that seem to see right through me.
I feel uncomfortable under his gaze, but it is not the same as with his friends.
It does not feel threatening or hungry.
It feels almost… curious?
"I'm sorry again," he says, stepping forward.
"I know that it's not much, but I want to make it up to you."
He reaches behind himself and pulls off his leather vest, holding it out to me.
"Take this. It will cover you up better than your wet dress." I hesitate for a moment, looking up at him uncertainly.
His face is earnest, his eyes filled with sincerity.
I take the vest from him, our fingers brushing as they exchange the garment.
As our skin touches, I feel a strange tingling sensation between us, like static electricity on a dry winter day.
The air around us hums with a silent promise, one that neither of us fully understands yet.
I slip the vest over my shift, feeling the soft leather against my skin.
It is warm from his body, and I feel a sense of comfort from it.
Nathan and I walk back toward the village together, my dress still clutched in my hands.
As we walk, I am aware of the strange sensation that lingers between us.
It is like static electricity, but it is also something more.
Something deeper.
Something that feels connected to the dreams that haunt me at night.
The dreams that speak of worlds beyond this one.
I am not sure what this feeling is, or why it exists between us.
But I know that it is real, and that it is powerful.
As we walk, the air seems to thicken with an electric energy.
I can feel it building in the air around us, crackling like lightning waiting to strike. We walk in silence for a time, the only sound being our footsteps on the path.
Then, as we round a bend, our shoulders accidentally brush against one another.
The spark that passes between us is like a jolt of electricity.
I gasp at the sudden sensation, my breath catching in my throat.
Nathan stops in his tracks, turning to face me.
Our eyes meet, and I can see the same electric sensation reflected back at me.
He takes a step forward, his hand reaching tentatively toward my face.
I feel a jolt of fear mixed with excitement as he draws nearer to me.
His fingers trace along my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.
The air between us crackles with an otherworldly energy, an energy that feels like it could ignite at any moment. Just as our lips are about to touch, a voice rings out from down the path.
"Elora!"
Elder Thorne's voice echoes through the trees around us, calling me back to reality.
Nathan steps back quickly, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
"Elora, you should go," he says softly, glancing in the direction of Elder Thorne's voice.
"I don't know what's happening between us, but I think it might be important."
I nod, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief.
I turn and hurry back toward the farm, Nathan's leather vest still clinging to my body.
The strange tingling sensation lingers where the material touches my skin.
Back at the cottage, I stand in front of the small mirror that hangs in my room.
I am still wearing Nathan's leather vest, and I can feel the electric energy lingering between us.
I reach behind myself and slowly untie the leather laces.
As they come undone, I watch in the mirror as static crackles visibly between the leather and my shift.
It is like nothing I have ever seen before, and I am curious about what might happen next.
I pull the vest open, watching as it falls away from my body.
The static crackles loudly as it peels away from my skin, like a piece of tape being ripped from my flesh.
Underneath, my shift is damp with sweat.
I peel it off slowly, watching in the mirror as it falls away from my body. As the fabric pulls away from my skin, I see something that makes my heart skip a beat.
Faint blue lines are tracing across my skin, pulsing with an otherworldly energy.
They look like luminous veins, weaving their way across my chest and down toward my stomach.
They are beautiful, but also unsettling.
They seem to pulse with the same energy that I felt between Nathan and myself on our walk back to the village.
I raise a hand to touch them, but they fade away under my fingers.
As I watch, they disappear completely, leaving behind only smooth unmarked skin.
Did I imagine them?
Perhaps they were only a trick of the light?
I do not know what to think, but I am certain that they were real.
"Elora!"
Elder Thorne calls again from outside.
"Where are you?"
I hear his footsteps coming up the path toward the cottage door. Quickly, I pull on a dry dress and throw Nathan's leather vest under my bed for safekeeping.
As I straighten up from tucking it beneath my mattress, Elder Thorne knocks on the cottage door.
"Coming!"
I call out, hurrying to the door.
Elder Thorne's footsteps fade away as he heads back to his study.
I sit down on my bed, my heart still racing from what I saw.
My fingers trace over where the blue lines appeared on my skin, but there is nothing there now.
Standing up, I reach out the window to grab the clothesline that hangs outside.
My dress should be dry by now, and I can wash this one and hang it up to dry.
As I stretch across the sill, my shift rides up on my thighs.
The blue lines begin to pulse again beneath my skin, a faint glow that seems to emanate from within me.
I yank the dress down quickly, nearly tearing it in my haste.
That night, I lie awake in bed.
My mind is racing with the events of the day, and I am unable to sleep.
The lingering sensation of Nathan's touch still tingles on my skin, and I am aware of the blue lines that appeared beneath my fingers.
I toss and turn, my thin blanket tangling around my legs as heat builds inside me.
Rolling onto my side, I glance down at the floor where Nathan's leather vest is still hidden under my bed.
Without thinking, I reach down and pull it close, pressing the worn material to my face.
His scent fills my nose, and suddenly the blue lines reappear.
They pulse brighter than before, tracing patterns across my chest and stomach.
I trace my fingers over the glowing lines, mesmerized by their rhythmic pulse.
As I do, I feel a fluttering movement on my skin.
Looking down, I see that small, luminous shapes are rising from my body like floating petals or snowflakes.
They hover inches above my skin, twisting and merging in the darkness of my room.
The pictures they form are ghostly and indistinct at first, but as they grow clearer I realize that they are showing me things I have never seen before.
A towering stone archway looms above me, covered in ancient carvings.
It is surrounded by a dense thicket of thorns and vines, and it looks as though it has been untouched for centuries.
Beyond the archway lies a long passageway of rough-hewn stone blocks.
The walls are lined with ancient runes that flicker with a faint blue light, pulsing in time with the energy that is coursing through me.
The passageway stretches on for what feels like miles, twisting and turning until it reaches a massive wooden door adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures.
The door is banded with heavy iron, and it looks as though it has not been opened in centuries. As I watch, the door slowly creaks open on its hinges, revealing a cavernous space filled with glittering crystals.
The air is thick with mana, and the walls shimmer with an otherworldly energy.
In the center of the room stands an ancient pedestal, and upon it rests a glowing crystal orb.
It pulses with an intense blue light that seems to fill the entire room.
I am mesmerized by the pictures unfolding before me.
They grow clearer and more solid with every passing moment, until I feel as though I could reach out and touch them.
I raise my hand to do so, but as soon as I do the pictures scatter like startled birds, disappearing into the shadows of my room.
I sit up in bed, still clutching Nathan's vest.
The ghostly visions are gone, but the blue lines under my skin are pulsing stronger than ever.
They seem to be spreading across my body, tracing intricate patterns that pulse with each beat of my heart.
The nightshift I am wearing feels constricting and hot against my skin, almost burning me where the luminous lines are brightest.
Without thinking, I pull the shift over my head and toss it aside.
The cool night air hits my bare skin, bringing immediate relief.
The mysterious lines continue to trace unhindered across my body, forming intricate patterns that pulse with each breath I take.
"Are you seeing this too?" Nathan's voice breaks the silence, his eyes wide as he steps into the room.
I nod, unable to find my voice, as the lines continue their mesmerizing dance across my skin.
"We need to find that archway," he says urgently, glancing at the fading images in the air.
