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MidReal Story
The New World
Scenario:Riven of a thousand, goddess of emotions, seeks to destroy the world in order to move to a new one. Seeing the world as nothing more than an insect. Yet, when she meets a human woman, a powerful emotion begins to awaken.
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Riven
She is a being with the power to destroy worlds. She is melancholic, ambitious, and introspective. Riven views the world as an insect, yearning for a fresh start on a new planet. Her emotions are complex, especially after meeting a human woman named Eliza, who stirs feelings she never knew existed. Riven's journey is about selfdiscovery and the complexities of emotions, as she grapples with her identity and desires.
Eliza
She is a human with the ability to heal others. She is compassionate, determined, and resilient. After being attacked and left for dead, Eliza undergoes a transformation, gaining strength and survival instincts. When she meets Riven, she is shocked by the being's demeanor but also feels an inexplicable connection. Her encounter with Riven challenges her perspective on the world and herself, sparking a profound change within her.
Nyx
She is a mysterious being from a different realm or dimension. She is enigmatic, bold, and confident. Nyx encounters Riven and Eliza in an unusual location, revealing her presence in this world. Her interactions are brief but impactful, as she offers cryptic advice to Riven and showcases her own unique abilities. Nyx's presence adds complexity to Riven's world view, hinting at interconnected realms and hidden powers.
I was Riven of a thousand.
A being so powerful I could destroy a world.
It wasn’t just a boast, or hyperbole, or an exaggerated story.
I could literally destroy a world.
Anyone else with me could as well.
We were all the same in that regard.
And it was nothing special.
Not one of us even blinked when it came to destroying something as insignificant as a planet.
To us, this world was nothing more than an insect on the vast expanse of the universe.
Here, there, gone.
It didn’t matter to us.
And it shouldn’t matter to anyone else.
Yet, there was something that did make me blink, something that made my heart stutter in my chest like I’d never experienced before.
It was her.
I drift down from my perch atop the cliff, my feet barely touching the ground as I move toward the human woman.
She stands near a makeshift camp, tending to an injured companion with practiced movements.
Her hands glow with a soft light as she works, and I realize she must be a healer.
She is completely absorbed in her task, oblivious to my presence.
I pause behind a twisted oak tree, studying her features.
Her jaw is set in determination, her eyes focused intently on her work.
She murmurs softly to her patient, offering words of comfort and reassurance.
Something about her methodical care draws me forward, step by hesitant step.
My usual disdain for these insignificant beings wars with an unfamiliar urge to understand.
In that moment, I knew she was the one thing I could never destroy.
My heart pounds against my chest as I lean against the rough bark of the oak tree, its ridges pressing into my shoulder.
The woman continues her work, unaware of my presence.
Her hands glow with a soft golden light, bathing the wounds of her patient in its radiance.
A gentle breeze carries her whispered words to my ears, and I strain to listen.
She speaks softly, offering reassurances and words of comfort.
I grip the trunk of the tree tightly, torn between the instinct to remain hidden and an overwhelming urge to step forward.
The injured person stirs, then sits up slowly, their movements cautious.
They speak to the woman in hushed tones, thanking her for her aid before rising to their feet and disappearing into the depths of the forest.
The woman begins packing away her supplies into a worn leather bag, her movements methodical and efficient.
I make my decision.
"Why do you hide in the shadows, stranger?" she asks without turning, her voice calm and steady.
I step forward, surprised by her awareness. "I didn't mean to intrude," I reply, my voice betraying a hint of awe.
"You don't belong here," she says, finally meeting my gaze with eyes that see far more than they should.
I step closer, my feet crunching on fallen leaves.
The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the clearing, illuminating the woman's features.
Her dark hair is pulled back in a loose braid, and a few stray strands escape to frame her face.
She continues packing her supplies while studying me with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
My hands twitch at my sides, an unfamiliar sensation of uncertainty washing over me.
I've never felt this way before, as if I'm navigating uncharted territory without a map.
The woman finishes packing her bag and slings it over her shoulder, her movements fluid and practiced.
She takes a step forward, and I find myself drawn into the depths of her eyes, searching for answers I don't even know how to ask.
"Are you here to learn?"
Her question catches me off guard, and I struggle to find the words to respond.
"Learn?"
I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," she replies, her voice steady.
"I sense that you have questions about healing."
I hesitate, unsure of how to articulate the feelings swirling within me.
"I don't know much about healing," I admit finally, my voice tinged with vulnerability.
"All I've ever known is destruction."
The woman's eyebrows arch slightly at my admission, but she doesn't recoil or show any sign of fear.
Instead, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a small pot of salve.
"Come," she says softly, beckoning me closer.
"Let me show you something."
I follow her as she leads me to a nearby patch of wildflowers.
She kneels down and gently touches one of the petals with her finger.
As she does so, a soft glow emanates from her touch, and the flower begins to bloom more vibrantly than before. "Healing is not just about mending wounds," she explains as she works.
"It's about nurturing life and bringing balance to the world around us."
As she speaks, she dips her finger into the salve and applies it gently to another flower that appears wilted.
Almost instantly, the petals begin to perk up, and its color deepens to match the others surrounding it.
"This is just one simple example," she continues.
"But there is so much more to learn."
She looks up at me then, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and compassion.
"Are you willing to learn?"
My heart pounds in my chest as I consider her question.
I nod, realizing that this path might be the one thing that could change everything.