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MidReal Story
The Wizard's Forbidden Love
Scenario:A magical wizard opens the door to a new world, a realm of magic, light, and love. On his journey, he encounters stars, constellations, and the Field.
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Alistair Blackwood
adventurous, and determined. Alistair stumbles upon a world of magic and light, where he meets Celeste, a mysterious woman with powers. He becomes entangled in her life and the realm's politics, seeking to understand the world and his connection to Celeste. His journey leads him through trials of love, danger, and selfdiscovery.
Celeste Nightshade
strongwilled, and protective. Celeste is initially wary of outsiders but forms a bond with Alistair after saving him from danger. She navigates complex relationships within her family and the realm's politics while harboring secrets about her past and her connection to Alistair. Her interactions with him reveal hidden vulnerabilities beneath her tough exterior.
Evelyn Nightshade
cunning, and ambitious. Evelyn seeks power through her marriage to Lysander while maintaining an uneasy relationship with Celeste due to past conflicts over their shared lover Orion Blackwood. Her presence adds tension within the family dynamics as she navigates alliances for personal gain amidst the complex web of relationships.
I turn the doorknob slowly and push the door open.
As I step through the doorway, I feel a strange sensation, like I’m being pulled through a vortex, and then I’m on the other side.
The room is gone and so is the darkness.
Instead, I’m standing in a field in the middle of the light.
The sky is a deep shade of blue but it seems more vibrant than the sky I’ve seen back home.
The light is still there but it’s softer now and it seems more gentle on my skin.
I look around and see that there are flowers in the field.
They’re the same type of flower that was on the table in my room.
I walk through the field, feeling the flowers brush against my legs.
The petals are soft and they leave behind a gentle touch on my skin.
I look around and try to see where I am or how I got here.
There is nothing in sight and I don’t remember falling asleep or coming here.
I continue walking through the field, trying to find some answers.
As I walk, I notice that the flowers seem to be following me.
They move as if they’re alive and they seem to be watching me.
I feel like they’re trying to tell me something but I don’t know what it is.
I continue walking until I come to a forest.
The trees are tall and they seem to stretch up into the sky.
The air is fresh and clean and there’s a slight breeze blowing.
I kneel down among the flowers and they sway back and forth.
Their petals brush against my fingertips as they move.
There’s a strange luminescence that pulses through their stems, creating patterns that seem to mimic heartbeats.
The light is soft and it seems to dance between the blooms, as if it’s alive.
I lean in closer, trying to get a better look.
As I do, I notice that there are tiny sparkles of light that seem to be dancing between the flowers.
They’re like miniature stars caught in a garden.
I watch them for a moment, mesmerized by their beauty.
"Can you talk?"
I whisper, asking the question out loud.
The flowers nearest to me turn their faces toward me in perfect unison.
Their petals quiver and they emit a soft humming sound.
It’s almost musical but it’s not quite speech.
I lean in closer, trying to understand what they’re saying.
One flower stands taller than the others and its petals unfurl, revealing a small, glowing symbol etched in its center.
I reach out a hand, my fingers hovering above the humming flower.
The musical notes grow more frantic as my hand draws near, the stem pulsing with a rapid, discordant pattern.
The surrounding blooms begin to pulse as well, their light growing dimmer and then brighter in an erratic rhythm.
I hesitate for a moment, my hand hovering just above the tall flower.
Its symbol flares brightly, almost like a warning.
But I push aside my unease and close my fingers around the stem, gripping it firmly between thumb and forefinger.
The humming turns into a high-pitched keen as I pull upward, feeling resistance from the earth below.
The other flowers bend away from me, as if recoiling.
I give the stem a sharp tug and it snaps in half.
The musical sounds cut off abruptly, leaving behind an unsettling silence.
The broken stem oozes a luminescent sap that drips down onto my palm.
It feels like acid and I jerk my hand back, dropping the flower.
The ground beneath me begins to vibrate, sending tremors up through my legs.
The remaining flowers rapidly retreat into the earth, their lights flickering out one by one.
A low rumble builds from deep below the surface, growing louder and louder until it’s almost deafening.
Dirt and pebbles bounce across the ground as the earth shakes.
I stumble backward, trying to find my footing.
The soil cracks and splits, opening a fissure that starts small but spreads rapidly outward.
It zigzags toward me, moving with an unnatural speed.
I turn to run, but the ground gives way beneath me, and I plunge into the darkness below.
I fall through the void, my stomach lurching as I tumble end over end.
The darkness seems to stretch on forever, and I can’t see anything below me.
It’s like falling into a black hole.
Time loses all meaning as I plummet through the empty space.
I can’t tell if it’s been seconds or minutes.
It feels like an eternity.
Finally, I slam into something soft yet firm.
The impact knocks the wind from my lungs and I gasp for air, trying to catch my breath.
The surface beneath me shifts and cradles me, like a hammock.
It’s made of intertwined vines that seem to pulse with the same luminescence as the flowers above.
The light is dimmer here, but it’s still bright enough to illuminate the area around me.
I look up and see that the opening above is a tiny pinprick of light, far in the distance.
I’m so far down that it seems impossible to climb back out. The vines beneath me seem to be pulsing with a gentle rhythm, almost like a heartbeat.
The light they emit is soft and soothing, but it doesn’t quite reach the corners of the cavernous space.
There are deep shadows that seem to writhe and twist in the corners of my vision.
I try to focus on them, but they always seem to be just out of sight.
My burned palm still stings, but the pain is dulled by the cool mist that seems to emanate from the air around me.
It’s almost like a gentle rain, but there’s no sound of water hitting stone.
I shift my hand slightly and wince as pain shoots through my palm once more.
The vines beneath me rustle softly, as if they’re reacting to my discomfort.
I look down at them and notice that they seem to be shifting, their patterns rearranging themselves in response to my movements. A faint rustling sound catches my attention, and I turn toward it instinctively.
It sounds like someone—or something—is moving through the shadows at the edge of the cavernous space.
The darkness seems to part like a curtain, revealing a silhouette outlined in silvery light.