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MidReal Story
The Witch Within
Scenario:A beautiful transgender woman known as Vera discovers that her mother and her ancestors were part of a coven of holy witches, the Divine Order Of Zaleta, and Vera decides that she must find this order so she can find who she truly is, for she feels an instinctual connection to it. She begins on a journey to find the order of witches and their forest temple.
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Vera Martinez
curious, and resilient. Vera discovers her family's history with the Divine Order of Zaleta, a coven of witches. She embarks on a journey to find the Order's temple, seeking answers about her heritage and her own identity. Along the way, she faces challenges and encounters magical beings that test her courage and resolve.
Aiden Blackwood
resourceful, and charismatic. Aiden claims to have knowledge about the Order and offers guidance to Vera in exchange for her trust and companionship.
Evelyn Martinez
secretive, and loving. Evelyn reveals to Vera that she was once part of the Divine Order of Zaleta but left due to danger. She warns Vera about the risks of seeking out the Order but ultimately supports her daughter's quest for selfdiscovery.
I always felt different.
Even when I was younger, playing on the streets with the other kids, I felt different—like there was something inside of me just waiting to be unleashed.
As I got older, that feeling only intensified.
It started to take on a new form, one that was both exciting and terrifying.
I began to experience these strange, unexplainable occurrences around me.
Objects would move on their own, as if some invisible force was at work.
Sometimes, I would get this intense tingling sensation in my fingers and toes.
Other times, I’d find myself in places I didn’t remember going to, as if some other part of me was in control.
It all made me feel like there was this deep, magical well inside of me just waiting to be tapped.
But the more I experienced these things, the more I began to realize that they weren’t just random occurrences—they were actually clues.
Clues about who I truly am and where I came from.
They pointed to a deeper truth about my past and my connection to the world around me.
It wasn’t until my mother fell ill, however, that I finally discovered the truth.
It started with a dream I had of her.
In the dream, she was standing in this beautiful forest surrounded by towering trees and shimmering streams of light.
There was an air of magic about the place, as if it was sacred or holy.
I remember feeling this intense sense of longing to be there with her, to be a part of whatever was happening.
It was like my soul was calling out to me, telling me that this was where I belonged.
And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the dream vanished.
I woke up feeling shaken and confused.
But as I lay there in the darkness, I realized that it wasn’t just a dream—it was a memory.
A memory of something real that had happened to me before.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this story, that there were still pieces missing from the puzzle.
So I started digging deeper, asking around and doing research on my own.
And that’s when I discovered the truth.
The truth about my family and our connection to the mystical forest.
It turned out that my mother wasn’t just any ordinary person—she was a holy witch.
She and her ancestors before her were all part of a secret order known as the Divine Order Of Zaleta.
For generations, they had lived in harmony with nature and harnessed its power to heal and protect others.
They were a sacred group, feared and revered by all who knew them. And then, one day, my mother left the order and came to live in the city.
She never spoke of her past or her family again, but I could sense that she carried their legacy with her always.
And now, as I sat on my bedroom floor surrounded by flickering candles, I felt like I was on the verge of unlocking that legacy for myself.
The flame tips danced in front of me, casting shadows on the walls.
I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, trying to quiet my mind and clear a path for the truth to emerge.
As I sat there in the silence, I began to feel it—the tingling sensation in my fingertips, growing stronger than ever before.
It was like pins and needles, only instead of pain it felt like pure energy coursing through me. The air around me seemed to shift then, like a cool breeze had blown into the room.
But when I opened my eyes, everything looked exactly the same—the candles still burning brightly, their flames reaching up towards the ceiling.
It wasn’t until I caught a whiff of something else in the air that I realized what was happening—a faint scent of pine and earth, like the forest floor itself was rising up around me.
I closed my eyes again and let myself be enveloped by the sensation.
As I sat there, the tingling in my fingertips grew even stronger.
It was like they were trying to tell me something, to guide me towards a deeper truth.
I let my hands move on their own accord, brushing against the scattered papers and books in front of me.
My fingers brushed against a photograph, and suddenly the tingling sensation surged even more intensely.
I opened my eyes to see what it was—a picture of my mother standing in front of a dense thicket of forest trees.
The candlelight flickered and danced around her, casting an otherworldly glow over the entire scene.
The tingling in my arms grew even more intense then, like pins and needles on every inch of my skin.
It was almost painful, but at the same time it felt exhilarating—like I was being called towards something greater than myself.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my head, like a knife had been thrust into my temple.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing, but it only seemed to get worse. The pain was so intense that I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
And yet, at the same time, I felt this strange sense of excitement—like something was happening inside of me that would change everything forever.
And then, just as quickly as it had started, the pain stopped.
I opened my eyes again to find myself back in my bedroom, surrounded by the flickering candles.
But something had changed—I could feel it deep inside of me.
I looked down at the photograph in front of me, and that’s when I saw it—a figure standing just behind Mom’s shoulder.
They were hooded and dressed in black robes, their hand reaching out towards the camera.
It was like they were beckoning me towards them, calling me deeper into the mystery. My heart was pounding as I reached for my phone and dialed Mom’s number.
I needed answers—and I needed them now.
The line rang several times before she finally picked up.
"Hello?" she said, her voice sounding tired but familiar.
"Mom," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I need to ask you something."
"Okay," she said slowly, like she wasn’t quite sure what to make of this sudden call.
"What is it?"
I took a deep breath before speaking again.
"I know about Zaleta," I said quietly.
"I know about the order and what you left behind."
There was a pause on the other end of the line before she spoke again.