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MidReal Story
The Magic Lamp
Scenario:A college cheerleader named Emma casts a spell and accidentally turns herself into a lamp shaped like her human form
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Emma Taylor
impulsive, and selfcritical. Emma discovers an old magic shop and casts a spell to learn magic. However, the spell goes wrong, and she turns herself into a lamp instead of a magician. Determined to reverse the spell, she seeks help from the shop owner and struggles with the idea of being transformed permanently.
Brad
playful, and competitive. Brad often banters with Emma, especially about her relationship with Josh. When Emma becomes a lamp due to her spell mishap, Brad is shocked and tries to help her figure out what to do next. Despite their differences, Brad shows unexpected concern for Emma's wellbeing.
Gideon
wise, and skeptical. Gideon provides guidance to Emma but also challenges her understanding of magic and reality. His shop serves as a hub for magical artifacts and rare books, including those that can potentially reverse Emma's transformation into an inanimate object.
I was a little nervous as I stood in front of the magic shop.
I had never cast a spell before, but I was dying to learn.
Ever since I had found out that magic was real, I had been secretly studying it.
I didn’t know much about my unknown sorcerer mentor, Zanzabar, but he seemed to know his stuff.
He had given me instructions on how to get to this old shop, and I was excited to finally learn how to cast my first spell.
It was my birthday, and I had decided to treat myself to this little adventure.
I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
"Welcome to Gideon’s Shop of Magical Delights," said a voice from behind the counter.
I looked around and saw all sorts of strange and wonderful objects.
There were wands, crystals, rare books, and even what looked like a dragon egg.
I had no idea what any of them did, but I was excited to find out.
"Hello," said the voice behind me.
I turned around and saw an old man with long white hair and beard.
He was dressed in a long black robe with a pointed red hat on his head.
He looked like he had just stepped out of a fairy tale.
"Hi," I said.
"Welcome to my shop. How may I help you?"
"I’m here for the spell," I said.
"The spell? Ah, yes," he said.
"I’ll just get it for you."
He disappeared into a back room and returned a moment later with a small piece of parchment in his hand.
"Here it is," he said, handing it to me.
"Thank you," I said, taking the parchment from him.
"Now, let’s get started."
I followed Gideon to the back room, where there were shelves lining the walls filled with all sorts of strange ingredients.
There were jars of herbs, bottles of potions, and even what looked like a human skull.
Gideon handed me a piece of chalk and told me to draw a circle on the floor.
I did as he instructed, and then he told me to stand inside the circle.
He handed me the parchment with the spell written on it and told me to read it out loud.
I took a deep breath and began to read the words on the parchment.
As I spoke them, I could feel my hands beginning to tingle.
It was a strange sensation, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
Suddenly, my skin began to harden into smooth ceramic, and my arms froze in place above my head.
I tried to move them, but they wouldn’t budge.
A feeling of stiffness spread through my body as my feet fused to a base.
My scream cut off as my mouth solidified into a small opening, and a lightbulb materialized where my head should have been. I was now a lamp.
Gideon chuckled softly, "Ah, the Lamp of Enlightenment spell—always a favorite for beginners."
I tried to speak, but only a faint glow pulsed from my new form.
"Don't worry," he continued reassuringly, "this is just the first step; you'll be back to normal once you've absorbed the light of understanding."
Frozen in my new lamp form, I watched as Gideon circled me with measured steps.
His weathered hands gestured in the air as he examined my ceramic surface.
The dim lighting of the shop cast strange shadows through the bulb-head, creating distorted patterns on the dusty floor.
I tried to move, to speak, but all I could manage was a flicker of light.
Gideon picked up the parchment with the spell written on it and squinted at the ancient text.
He muttered something under his breath and then retrieved a massive leather-bound book from a high shelf.
Settling into his creaky armchair, he began methodically turning the pages.
As he spoke each incantation aloud, my light pulsed involuntarily.