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MidReal Story
The main character ray is a young blacksmith , a
Anonymous
May 15
Scenario:The main character ray is a young blacksmith, a male. Among the relics left to him by Ray's parents contained an empty box without a key. The son of the city Lord searched for the villagers and took the box with him. Ray quietly goes to the Lord's warehouse to find the box, alarming the guards. Mona also secretly watched everything out from high up in the warehouse. Mona, a woman, looks young and beautiful.
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I stood in the attic of my grandfather’s house, staring at the empty box in my hands.
It was small and light, but it felt like it weighed a ton.
The box was not very big; it could only hold a few items at most.
But to me, it was enormous.
It had once held my parents’ most precious possession, a secret that they had shared with me for as long as I could remember.
But now that secret was gone, lost to my ignorance.
I had been so foolish to believe that I could unlock this box and bring back the happiness my parents had lost.
I had been desperate to see them smile once more, to hear their laughter again.
But that was not meant to be.
The key that I had been searching for all these years was not the true key to my parents’ happiness.
But by the time I realized that, it was too late.
I had spent so long trying to find the key to this box that I hadn’t stopped to ask myself if there was even anything inside that I wanted to find.
This box had become a symbol of all that was missing in my life since my parents disappeared.
It was the only thing they had left behind, and having it in my possession made me feel closer to them somehow.
It gave me hope that one day, they would come back for me.
That they would take me away from this small village and show me the wonders of the world beyond.
But they never came back, and I never found out why they left in the first place.
All I had were questions and no one to answer them.
For years, I had been searching for the key to this box, hoping that once I unlocked it, all of those questions would be answered.
But now that I knew what was inside, I wished I had never found the key at all.
The box was empty, and so was my heart.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I stared down at the empty box in my hands.
I did not want to cry, but I could not help it.
My tears were not for the loss of an object but for the loss of something far more important.
A part of my life that could never be replaced.
The memories of my parents were fading with each passing day, but this box had been a reminder of the love they had given me when they were still with me.
And now even that small comfort was gone.
As I stood there with the empty box before me, I could not help but wonder what my parents were thinking when they left me behind.
Did they know how much it would hurt?
Did they know how much I would miss them?
Did they even care?
Or were they just happy to leave me behind without a second thought?
I knew that those were not fair questions to ask of people who were no longer here to defend themselves.
But those were thoughts that haunted me every day and every night.
