MidReal Story

The Awakening of a Snow Witch

Eriques

Scenario:A young woman moved to Alaska the day before her 21st birthday. When she wakes up in her new home to start her new life, she wasn’t just 21 but she also felt different. The thing is, she was always meant to move to Alaska, it was her destiny and so was becoming the witch she was born to be. Although she didn’t know this, her parents died when she was very young and never got to explain everything to her. She was a snow witch and her familiar and companion is an Arctic fox, who she saved during a snowstorm she manifested with no recollection.

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A young woman moved to Alaska the day before her 21st birthday. When she wakes up in her new home to start her new life, she wasn’t just 21 but she also felt different. The thing is, she was always meant to move to Alaska, it was her destiny and so was becoming the witch she was born to be. Although she didn’t know this, her parents died when she was very young and never got to explain everything to her. She was a snow witch and her familiar and companion is an Arctic fox, who she saved during a snowstorm she manifested with no recollection.

Jasper Hale

local Alaskan guide and protector, friend to Elara, rugged with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, loyal and brave

Elara Frost

young snow witch, friends with Jasper and mentored by Luna, long white hair, iceblue eyes, determined and compassionate

Luna Silvermoon

wise elder witch and mentor to Elara, related to Elara by magical lineage, silver hair with deep violet eyes, mystical and insightful

I woke up on my twenty-first birthday feeling different.

I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew something had changed.

Maybe it was the dream I’d had.

It was the same one I’d had every night for as long as I could remember.

I was in a forest, the trees so thick that no light could get through.

The air was cold and damp, and I could hear the sound of running water in the distance.

I walked through the trees, my feet sinking into the soft earth, until I came to a clearing.

There was a pool in the center of the clearing, its surface smooth as glass.

I knelt down and looked into the water, and that’s when I saw her.

A woman with eyes like mine, staring back at me from the depths of the pool.

She reached out a hand, and I woke up.

I shook off the lingering unease from the dream and threw back the covers.

The cold air of my new Alaskan home bit at my skin, but it felt invigorating rather than uncomfortable.

I dressed quickly, pulling on layers to ward off the chill.

As I laced up my boots, I glanced out the window.

Snow blanketed everything in sight, turning the world into a pristine white canvas.

I stepped outside, inhaling deeply.

The air was crisp and clean, filling my lungs with a refreshing sharpness.

Something about the snow called to me, like an old friend whispering secrets I had yet to understand.

I took a few steps forward, my boots crunching through the fresh powder.

Suddenly, movement caught my eye.

An Arctic fox emerged from behind a snowdrift, its fur blending almost seamlessly with its surroundings.

It limped toward me, one leg clearly injured.

Without thinking, I knelt down and extended my hand.

"Hey there," I murmured softly. "It's okay."

The fox hesitated but then hobbled closer.

As it reached me, I felt a strange sensation in my fingertips—a tingling cold that seemed to flow from within me.

Before I could process what was happening, a wave of icy energy surged through my hand and into the fox.

The fox's leg straightened and healed before my eyes.

It looked up at me with eyes that seemed far too intelligent for an animal.

"What...?" I whispered, pulling my hand back in shock.

The fox stood there for a moment longer, then turned and bounded away into the forest as if nothing had happened.

I stared after it, my mind racing.

Had I really just healed that fox?

And what was that energy?

I needed answers.

Determined to find them, I headed back inside to grab my coat and gloves.

I couldn't shake the feeling that today was no ordinary day.

As I stepped back outside, I noticed something glinting in the snow where the fox had been standing.

I bent down and picked it up—a small pendant shaped like a snowflake.

It was cold to the touch but seemed to hum with a faint energy.

"Where did you come from?" I wondered aloud.

Clutching the pendant tightly, I made my way toward the forest at the edge of our property.

If there were answers to be found, they would be there.

The trees loomed ahead of me, their branches heavy with snow.

I pushed through them, following an almost instinctual path deeper into the woods.

The air grew colder as I walked, but it didn't bother me.

In fact, it felt strangely comforting.

After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, I found myself in a clearing—the same clearing from my dream.

There was the pool, its surface smooth as glass.

Heart pounding, I approached it cautiously.

I knelt down and peered into the water.

For a moment, all I saw was my own reflection staring back at me.

Then her face appeared again—the woman with eyes like mine.

"Who are you?" I asked aloud.

Her lips moved as if she were speaking, but no sound came out.

Frustrated, I reached out toward the water's surface.

The moment my skin made contact, the reflection shattered into a thousand shimmering fragments.

I gasped and pulled my hand back, but it was too late.

The water rippled and swirled, revealing a hidden staircase descending into the depths below.

"Elara, are you okay?" Jasper's voice broke through my astonishment.

He had been standing a few feet away, watching everything unfold.

"I'm fine," I replied, though my heart was racing.

"Look at this." I pointed to the staircase now visible beneath the water's surface.

Jasper stepped closer, his eyes widening in surprise.

"That's... incredible. Do you think we should go down?"

I hesitated for a moment, feeling an irresistible pull toward the unknown below.

"I think we have to," I said finally. "There's something down there we need to see."

Jasper nodded, his expression determined.

"Alright, let's do this together."

We both took a deep breath and stepped onto the first stair.

The water parted around us as if guided by an unseen force, allowing us to descend without getting wet.

With each step, the air grew colder, and I could see our breath forming small clouds in front of us.

The walls around us glistened with frost, reflecting the dim light that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep below.

I glanced at Jasper; his face was set in concentration, but I could see the same mix of fear and excitement that I felt mirrored in his eyes.

Finally, we reached the bottom of the staircase and found ourselves in a large chamber.

The walls were covered in ancient symbols and artifacts that seemed to hum with energy.

In the center of the room stood Luna, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

"Welcome, Elara," she said, her voice echoing softly through the chamber. "Your journey begins here."

I felt a surge of power and determination course through me as she spoke.

It was as if every fiber of my being knew that this was where I was meant to be.

"What is this place?" I asked, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.

"This is a sanctuary," Luna explained. "A place where your lineage's secrets are kept safe. You have been chosen to uncover them and protect your new home."

I looked around at the symbols and artifacts surrounding us. Each one seemed to call out to me, urging me to understand its significance.

"How do I do that?" I asked, feeling both overwhelmed and eager to begin.

Luna smiled gently. "Trust in yourself and your abilities. The answers will come in time."

Jasper stepped forward, his eyes filled with curiosity. "And what about me? How do I fit into all of this?"

"You are here because you are meant to be," Luna replied. "Your bond with Elara will be crucial in the challenges ahead."

I reached out and took Jasper's hand, feeling a sense of unity and purpose between us.

"We're ready," I said firmly.

Luna nodded approvingly. "Then let your journey begin."

As she spoke those words, the chamber seemed to come alive around us. The symbols on the walls glowed brighter, and the artifacts began to hum louder.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling noise filled the chamber, and the ground beneath our feet started to shake.

"What's happening?" Jasper shouted over the noise.

Before Luna could answer, a section of the wall crumbled away, revealing a dark tunnel leading deeper into the earth.

The dark tunnel beckoned ominously, its entrance like a gaping maw.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, gripping the pendant tightly in my hand.

We stepped into the tunnel together.

The icy wind intensified, cutting through our layers of clothing.

My pendant began to glow faintly, casting a soft light that barely pierced the darkness.

Our breaths were visible in the frigid air, small clouds of vapor that dissipated quickly.

We moved cautiously, each step echoing off the stone walls.

The whispers grew louder as we ventured deeper, forming fragmented words that sent chills down my spine.

I could feel a surge of power and determination building within me.

It was as if the very air was charged with energy, urging me forward.

Suddenly, shadows flickered on the walls.

I stopped in my tracks, heart pounding.

"Did you see that?" I whispered to Jasper.

He nodded, eyes wide with alarm.

Ghostly figures materialized before us, their forms shifting and ethereal.

Jasper drew his knife, holding it out protectively in front of him.

"Stay behind me," he said, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes.

I raised my hand instinctively, feeling the energy from the pendant flow through me.

The ghostly figures advanced, their whispers growing louder and more insistent.

I focused on the power within me, channeling it toward the apparitions.

A burst of light erupted from my hand, illuminating the tunnel and dispelling the ghostly figures.

They vanished with a final wail, leaving only silence in their wake.

Jasper lowered his knife, breathing heavily.

"That was... incredible," he said, turning to look at me with awe.

"I didn't know I could do that," I admitted, still feeling the residual energy coursing through me.

The tunnel opened into another chamber, revealing an ancient altar at its center.

A glowing crystal rested atop it, pulsating with a rhythmic light that seemed to match my heartbeat.

We approached cautiously, the air around us humming with energy.

"This must be what we're here for," Jasper said, eyeing the crystal warily.

I reached out toward it, feeling an almost magnetic pull.

As my fingers brushed against the crystal's surface, a jolt of energy surged through me.

The chamber around us seemed to blur and shift as if reality itself was bending to accommodate this moment.

"Elara!" Jasper shouted.

Scenes from countless lifetimes flashed before my eyes.

I saw myself as a powerful snow witch, wielding ice and frost with precision and grace.

In one vision, I stood on a snowy battlefield, my hands crackling with icy energy as I faced off against dark forces.

Jasper was there too, fighting by my side with unwavering determination.

We were in different eras, different places, but always together.

The visions shifted rapidly.

In another lifetime, I was in a grand hall, surrounded by other witches and wizards.

Jasper stood beside me, his presence a constant source of strength.

Our connection was undeniable, a bond forged through time and trials.

Suddenly, the visions stopped, and I was back in the chamber.

Jasper's hand gripped my shoulder firmly, grounding me in the present.

"We need to move," he urged, his eyes scanning the chamber for any signs of danger.

I nodded, feeling a newfound resolve settle within me.

"Let's go."

We exited the chamber, following an icy path that seemed to lead deeper into the sanctuary.

The air grew colder with each step we took.

Frost formed intricate patterns on the walls around us, shimmering in the faint light from my pendant.

As we walked, distant growls echoed through the corridors.

The sound sent shivers down my spine.

"Do you hear that?" Jasper asked, his voice tense.

"Yes," I replied, gripping the pendant tighter as its glow intensified.

The path led us to another chamber, larger than the last.

Ancient statues lined the walls, their eyes seeming to follow our every move.

The air was thick with anticipation.

Suddenly, a low growl resonated from the shadows ahead.

A pair of glowing eyes emerged from the darkness.

"Get ready," Jasper whispered, drawing his knife once more.

A massive wolf-like creature stepped into the light, its fur bristling and teeth bared.

It snarled menacingly, advancing toward us.

I raised my hand instinctively, feeling the energy from the pendant surge through me again.

The creature lunged.

"Now!" Jasper shouted.

I released a burst of icy energy from my hand, striking the creature mid-air.

It yelped in pain as it was thrown back against the wall.

Jasper moved swiftly, slashing at it with his knife.

The creature retaliated with a swipe of its massive paw, knocking Jasper to the ground.

"Jasper!" I screamed.

I focused all my energy on the pendant, channeling its power into a concentrated blast of frost.

The creature froze in place, encased in a thick layer of ice.

It struggled for a moment before collapsing to the ground.

I rushed to Jasper's side, helping him up.

"Are you okay?" I asked breathlessly.

"I'm fine," he replied with a grimace. "Thanks to you."

We continued down the path, our breaths coming out in visible puffs of vapor.

The pendant's glow guided us forward through the labyrinthine corridors.

Finally, we reached another chamber—this one even grander than before.

An enormous door stood at the far end, adorned with intricate carvings of ancient symbols and runes.

"This must be it," Jasper said quietly.

I approached the door cautiously.

As I reached out to touch it, the symbols began to glow brightly.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing an even deeper darkness beyond.

"We're not done yet," I said determinedly.

Jasper nodded in agreement.

We stepped through the doorway together into whatever awaited us next.

The air inside was colder than ever before; it felt like walking into a freezer.

Distant growls echoed once more from deep within this new chamber.

I could feel it seeping through my clothes, chilling me to the bone.

Jasper was right beside me, his breath visible in the frigid air.

My pendant's glow flickered and then extinguished completely, leaving us in absolute blackness.

"Jasper," I whispered, gripping his arm tightly.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears.

"I'm here," he replied, his voice steady but tense.

We stood still, listening intently.

The sound of shuffling footsteps and low growls approached from the shadows.

Jasper tightened his grip on his knife, ready to defend us.

I focused inward, trying to summon my icy energy.

A faint blue light flickered from my hands, casting eerie shadows on the walls around us.

The shadowy figures were closing in, their forms barely visible in the dim light.

"Get ready," Jasper muttered, his eyes darting around the darkness.

I took a deep breath and released a burst of freezing energy from my hands.

The blue light expanded outward, pushing the figures back with a forceful blast.

They hissed and retreated momentarily, giving us a brief respite.

"Come on!" Jasper urged, pulling me forward.

We stumbled through the dark, our steps hurried and uneven.

The ground beneath us was uneven and treacherous, making it difficult to maintain our balance.

"Do you see anything?" I asked, straining my eyes to pierce the darkness.

"Not yet," Jasper replied. "But we need to keep moving."

We pressed on, our breaths coming in short, frosty puffs.

The growls grew louder behind us, signaling that the creatures were regrouping and preparing for another attack.

I focused again, summoning more icy energy to keep them at bay.

Another burst of blue light illuminated the chamber briefly, revealing more shadowy figures lurking just beyond our reach.

"We can't keep this up forever," I said, feeling the strain of using my powers so frequently.

"We need to find an exit or something," Jasper agreed. "There has to be a way out of here."

We continued forward blindly, hoping to stumble upon a clue or an escape route.

The air grew colder with each step we took, making it harder to concentrate and summon my energy.

Suddenly, Jasper stopped abruptly. "Look!" he exclaimed, pointing ahead.

In the faint blue glow of my hands, I saw a glimmer of light reflecting off something metallic in the distance.

"That might be our way out," I said hopefully.

We hurried toward it, our footsteps echoing off the stone walls.

As we got closer, I realized it was a door—a heavy iron door with intricate carvings similar to those we had seen earlier.

"Help me open it," Jasper said urgently.

Together, we pushed against the door with all our strength. It creaked and groaned but slowly began to give way.

Behind us, the growls intensified as the creatures closed in once more.

"Hurry!" I urged, feeling panic rise within me.

With one final push, the door swung open just enough for us to slip through.

We tumbled into another chamber and quickly pulled the door shut behind us. The growls were muffled but still audible on the other side.

Panting heavily, we leaned against the door for a moment to catch our breath. The new chamber was dimly lit by glowing crystals embedded in the walls. The air was still cold but less oppressive than before.

"We made it," Jasper said with relief evident in his voice. "For now."

I nodded and looked around cautiously. "Let's keep moving. We can't stay here."

"Do you think we're safe for now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jasper shook his head. "I doubt it. We need to keep moving."

I nodded in agreement. As we moved forward, Jasper's eyes scanned the walls, searching for any clues or hidden mechanisms. His fingers brushed against one of the crystals, and he paused.

"Wait," he said, his voice tinged with excitement. "I think there's something here."

I watched as he carefully examined the crystal. His fingers traced its edges until they found a small lever hidden behind it.

"Got it," he murmured, pulling the lever gently.

With a low rumble, a section of the wall slid open, revealing a narrow passageway beyond. The air that wafted out was even colder than before, sending shivers down my spine.

"Ready?" Jasper asked, meeting my gaze with determination.

"Let's go," I replied, gripping my pendant tightly.

We stepped into the passageway together. The walls were lined with ancient runes that glowed faintly, casting a dim light that barely illuminated our path. The temperature dropped further with each step we took, our breaths forming visible clouds in the frigid air.

As we walked deeper into the corridor, a distant sound reached our ears—chanting. The rhythmic murmurs echoed through the passageway, growing louder as we approached.

"Do you hear that?" I asked, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Jasper nodded. "We need to find out what's going on."

We followed the sound until the passage opened into a vast underground hall. Hooded figures filled the space, their voices rising and falling in unison as they performed a ritual around a large ice altar at the center of the room.

The sight sent a surge of power through me. My pendant glowed brighter, resonating with the energy in the hall. I stepped forward, ready to confront whatever threat lay ahead.

Jasper stood protectively by my side, his knife gleaming in the faint light. "Stay close," he whispered.

We moved cautiously toward the altar, our presence unnoticed by the hooded figures who were deeply engrossed in their ritual. The air crackled with energy, and I could feel my own power building within me.

One of the figures looked up suddenly and spotted us. "Intruders!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the hall.

The chanting stopped abruptly as all eyes turned toward us. The hooded figures began to advance menacingly.

"Get ready," Jasper muttered, tightening his grip on his knife.

I focused on my pendant, channeling its energy into my hands. A surge of icy power flowed through me, and I released it in a burst of frost that spread across the floor toward our adversaries.

The nearest figures stumbled back, their movements slowed by the sudden cold. Jasper lunged forward with his knife, striking at those who got too close.

"We need to reach that altar," I said urgently.

Jasper nodded and fought his way through the crowd while I continued to unleash bursts of icy energy to keep them at bay. The hooded figures retaliated with dark magic of their own, but I deflected their attacks with shields of frost.

Finally, we reached the altar. Its surface was covered in intricate carvings and glowing symbols that pulsed with an otherworldly light. I placed my hands on it and felt a powerful connection surge through me.

"This is it," I said breathlessly. "This is what we've been searching for."

Jasper stood guard beside me as I focused all my energy on the altar. The runes glowed brighter and brighter until they filled the entire hall with blinding light.

The hooded figures recoiled in fear and confusion as their ritual was disrupted. Jasper and I seized the moment to press our advantage.

"Now!" Jasper shouted over the chaos.

I unleashed one final burst of power from my pendant, sending a shockwave of icy energy through the hall that knocked our enemies off their feet.

The ground trembled beneath us as cracks formed in the ice altar. With a deafening roar, it shattered into countless shards that scattered across the floor.

The hooded figures fled in panic as their ritual site was destroyed. Jasper and I stood amidst the wreckage, panting heavily but victorious—for now.

"That was close," Jasper said, wiping sweat from his brow despite the freezing temperature.

I nodded, still feeling the residual energy coursing through me. "We need to keep moving."

Behind the altar, a hidden door had been revealed. It stood slightly ajar, leading to a staircase that descended deeper into the icy labyrinth. The air seemed to grow colder with each step we took toward it.

"Ready?" Jasper asked, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of determination and concern.

"Let's go," I replied, gripping my pendant tightly as its faint glow illuminated our path.

We began our descent cautiously. The walls were adorned with ancient carvings, their details brought to life by the soft light from my pendant. Frost clung to every surface, creating an eerie yet beautiful landscape.

As we moved deeper, the temperature plummeted further. Our breaths formed thick clouds of vapor in the frigid air. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the sound of our footsteps echoing off the icy walls.

Finally, we reached a vast chamber. Frozen statues of witches lined the room, their expressions captured in eternal vigilance. The sight sent a shiver down my spine—not just from the cold but from a sense of familiarity.

"These are my ancestors," I whispered, feeling a powerful presence emanating from the statues.

Jasper looked around warily. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "I can feel it."

Suddenly, one of the statues began to crack. A spiderweb of fractures spread across its surface before it shattered completely, revealing a malevolent spirit within. It lunged at us with a chilling scream.

"Watch out!" Jasper shouted, raising his knife defensively.

I reacted instinctively, channeling my energy through the pendant. A burst of icy power surged from my hands, freezing the spirit mid-air. It struggled against its icy prison but couldn't break free.

Jasper stood guard beside me as I maintained my focus on keeping the spirit contained. "We need to move quickly," he urged.

I nodded and released my hold on the spirit just enough to allow us to pass by safely. We pressed on through the chamber, determined to uncover more secrets hidden within this icy labyrinth.

As we moved forward, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. The frozen statues seemed to follow our every move with their unseeing eyes. The air grew colder still, biting at our exposed skin.

"Do you think there are more spirits like that one?" Jasper asked quietly.

"Probably," I replied grimly. "But we can't let them stop us."

We reached another door at the far end of the chamber. It was covered in intricate carvings similar to those we'd seen before. I placed my hand on it cautiously, feeling a surge of energy as it responded to my touch.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing another staircase leading even deeper into the labyrinth. The air that wafted out was so cold it felt like knives against our skin.

"We're getting closer," I said determinedly.

Jasper nodded and followed me down the stairs without hesitation. The walls here were even more elaborately carved than before, depicting scenes of ancient rituals and battles fought long ago.

As we descended further into darkness, I felt a growing sense of anticipation mixed with dread. Whatever lay ahead would test us in ways we couldn't yet imagine—but we had come too far to turn back now.

Finally, we reached another chamber—this one filled with an eerie blue light emanating from a massive crystal at its center. The crystal pulsed with energy that resonated deeply within me.

"This is it," I said breathlessly.

Before Jasper could respond, another statue cracked open behind us—a second malevolent spirit emerging with an ear-piercing shriek.

"Get ready!" Jasper shouted as he raised his knife once more.

I focused all my energy on the crystal at the center of the room, hoping it held answers—or power—that could help us survive what was coming next.

We plummeted into darkness, the icy air rushing past us as we fell.

With a bone-jarring thud, we landed on a hard, frozen surface.

I groaned, disoriented but unhurt.

Jasper was already getting to his feet, his knife still clutched tightly in his hand.

"You okay?" he asked, offering me a hand.

"Yeah," I replied, taking it and pulling myself up.

The cavern around us was vast, its walls glistening like frozen glass.

My pendant began to glow fiercely, casting a bright light that revealed ancient runes etched into the ice.

"Look at this place," Jasper muttered, his breath forming visible clouds in the frigid air.

Suddenly, distant echoes of chanting reached our ears, growing louder with each passing second.

Jasper's eyes narrowed as he drew his knife again. "Ready for another round?"

I nodded, feeling a surge of power from my pendant. "Let's go."

We moved cautiously toward the source of the chanting, our footsteps echoing off the icy walls.

The air grew colder with each step we took, making it harder to breathe.

Our breaths formed thick clouds of vapor that hung in the air like ghostly apparitions.

As we advanced, the chanting became clearer—an eerie, rhythmic murmur that sent shivers down my spine.

We rounded a corner and found ourselves at the entrance to another chamber.

Hooded figures filled the space, their voices rising and falling in unison as they performed a ritual around a large ice altar at the center of the room.

The sight sent a surge of power through me. My pendant glowed brighter, resonating with the energy in the hall.

Jasper stood protectively by my side. "Stay close," he whispered.

We moved cautiously toward the altar, our presence unnoticed by the hooded figures who were deeply engrossed in their ritual.

The air crackled with energy, and I could feel my own power building within me.