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MidReal Story
The Cult of Red Lakes
Scenario:A peaceful life where Mc (male) and his sister Emily (female) have a nice life in a cozy hut, they usualy count clouds and lay in the grass fields.
One day she tells you about something she discovered a cult in the valley and brings you there and indeed the land there is corupted the once clean lakes run red grass dark purple.
As an attempt to save the Valley and not let the cult go on you and Emily set on to investigate, sneaking into the cult and meating a young cultist who seems to be sane and collaborates with mc and Emily explaining how the cult works. Emily sets off to go back and find people to help, while the young cultist helps Mc in the cult
The high tear of the cult don't mind the sudent new person in since the young cultist insisted, actulay they are pretty friendly
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Emily
My sister and I lived in a hut.
We didn’t have to worry about money; we didn’t have any jobs.
We didn’t have any worries.
We had each other.
That was all that mattered.
We lived in a field.
There were no other houses around.
Just our hut, in the middle of the field, surrounded by miles of grass.
We spent most of our days laying in the field, watching the clouds roll by.
We’d spend hours trying to see what the different clouds looked like.
"Hey Mc, that cloud looks just like a dog!"
"No it doesn’t. It looks just like a car!"
I would say and she would laugh, shaking her head as she lay back down in the grass.
It always amazed me how her hair could go from being brown and normal length to being extremely long and golden.
I stretched out in the grass, my shoulder almost touching Emily’s.
The sun was high overhead, beating down on me, warming my face and arms.
The wind was blowing gently through the grass, causing it to wave and ripple like a green sea.
I lifted a finger and traced the outline of a massive cloud that was drifting lazily over our heads.
It looked like a snake, its body twisting and turning as it moved across the sky.
Emily rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look.
She squinted up at the cloud, then sat up straighter as she stared at it intently.
"Mc, do you remember the stories Grandma used to tell us about the clouds?"
"Yeah, she said they were messages from the ancestors, guiding us."
"Well, that snake cloud... it's the same one from her stories, and it's heading towards the village."
Emily sprang to her feet, her golden hair flying around her like a halo.
She pointed at the cloud urgently.
"We need to follow it."
She was already gathering up her worn leather bag, stuffing it with bread and water from the basket that sat on the porch.
I hesitated, looking back at our cozy little hut.
The sky was darkening, the sun being hidden by thick gray clouds.
The snake cloud slithered westward, its body holding its shape unlike normal clouds that were blown by the wind.
Emily grabbed my hand, pulling me up.
Her eyes were a determined sky-blue.
"Grandmother’s stories were always true. We can’t ignore this sign."
"But what if it leads us somewhere dangerous, Emily?"
"Then we'll face it together, just like we always have."
I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and excitement bubbling up inside me.
I grabbed my own leather jacket, the one I had inherited from our father, and followed Emily out of the hut.
She was already waiting by the door, her golden hair pulled back practically into a ponytail.
We locked the door behind us, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we wouldn’t be back soon.
The snake cloud drifted steadily across the sky, its body twisting and turning as it moved.
It was a strange sight, as the other clouds were being blown by the wind in all different directions.
The snake cloud held its shape though, its long body undulating as it moved westward.
Emily and I followed it through the meadows we knew so well, watching as it slowly disappeared over the horizon.
We walked for hours, following the path of the snake cloud through fields that gradually gave way to rougher terrain.
Emily led confidently, her eyes fixed on some point ahead.
She checked her compass every now and then, making sure we were on the right path.
The sun was setting now, casting a golden glow over the landscape.
The air grew cooler as we walked, and the grass beneath our feet changed from soft green to brittle yellow. We were both silent as we walked, lost in our own thoughts.
I could feel Emily’s tension though, her shoulders tight and her fists clenched in her pockets.
Suddenly she stumbled on a hidden root, and I caught her arm before she fell.
"Thanks, Mc," she said, her voice strained.
She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were fixed on some point ahead.
I looked up to see what she was staring at, and my heart skipped a beat.
There was a strange glow in the distance, pulsing like a distant campfire.
It was orange in color, and it seemed to be coming from just over the next ridge.
The air around us grew darker as we walked, the shadows deepening and twisting into strange shapes.
The wind carried a faint smell that I couldn’t identify - something acrid and unpleasant.
Emily started forward again, but I held her back.
"What’s wrong?"
she whispered urgently.
"That light... it looks like a campfire. We should go see if someone needs help."
I hesitated, remembering grandmother’s warnings about strange lights at night.
But Emily’s face was set in determination, and she pulled away from my grasp and started forward.
I followed close behind her, my heart pounding in my chest.
We crouched behind a fallen log as we crested the ridge, watching as the light grew stronger.
It cast strange shadows across the ground, making it seem like there were twisted creatures lurking just out of sight. Emily pulled out her compass, holding it steady in her palm.
The needle spun wildly for a moment before settling on north.
She frowned down at it, then glanced up at me.
"It’s not working," she whispered urgently.
"We need to circle around and get a better look."
I nodded, though my hands were shaking with fear.
We both crouched low to the ground as we crawled through the grass, trying not to be seen.