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[thelittlecappucino]

Realm of Shadows: A Mortal's Odyssey - Chapter 1

Inspired by The Witcher by Andrzej Sapkowski

Warnings: slightly depressing setting, hintings on mental illness 

Word Count: 1,107

The Narrator

In the quiet outskirts of Berlin, where the shadows of towering buildings stretched across narrow cobblestone streets, lived a 21-year-old with an unremarkable life, painted in the shades of monotony. Her skin, almost radiant in its fairness, betrayed no hint of the tumultuous past she carried. Her eyes, dark and piercing, held secrets that even she dared not confront. Physically, she bore the weight of her experiences but undeniably resilient. Her black hair framed her face in waves, cascading down to conceal the secrets she carried. The curves spoke of vulnerability masked by an outer facade.

Her journey through life was marked by an incident from her childhood, a moment etched into her very being—a nose slightly crooked, a memento of an accident that molded the contours of her face. A prosthetic eye, that had stolen her vision but not her determination. Yet, it wasn't just the physical scars that defined her; it was the unseen battles waged within her mind. They clung to her thoughts, unyielding companions that whispered doubts and fears, shaping her every decision.

In her pursuit of purpose, Carmen found herself navigating the aisles an electronic store, where she toiled as a part-time sales assistant. A fleeting occupation, a mere stepping stone in the mosaic of her existence. A German by birth, she once embarked on a journey into the world of veterinary medicine, only to abandon the course midway. Her past, veiled in the uncertainty of foster homes, concealed the identity of her birth parents, leaving her to navigate the intricate dance of life alone.

The store hummed with the low murmur of fluorescent lights and the occasional beep of scanners. Shelves lined with the latest gadgets and gizmos gleamed under the artificial glow, and a steady stream of customers perused the aisles. In the heart of the bustling store, Carmen, stood behind the counter, trying to fix a technical programm in the computer.

She paused for a moment, fingers hovering over the keyboard, and let her gaze wander into the imaginary landscape of her future. The world of video programming had always been more than a career to her—it was a canvas waiting to be painted with lines of elegant code and vibrant visuals. As she contemplated the next steps in her journey, the hum of the computer fans seemed to echo the pulse of her ambitions. In the silence of her thoughts, Carmen envisioned herself at the forefront of innovative projects, seamlessly blending art and technology. The idea of creating immersive virtual experiences or crafting cutting-edge video games fueled her passion. She could almost taste the thrill of seeing her creations come to life, captivating audiences and pushing the boundaries of what was thought possible. A subtle smile played on Carmen's lips as she acknowledged the unknown. The ambiguity of her future was not a source of fear but a wellspring of motivation. She craved the challenge, the continuous learning, and the thrill of transforming ideas into lines of code that sparked life into pixels on a screen. Yet, amidst the excitement, there lingered a sense of uncertainty. The world of technology was vast and ever-evolving, and Carmen knew that the path ahead would be challenging. Would she specialize in augmented reality, delve into the intricacies of machine learning, or perhaps pioneer advancements in virtual reality? The options stretched out before her like a sprawling network of interconnected possibilities.

A confidante in this mundane realm was Cara Daniels, a fellow sales assistant at the office supplies store.

Their camaraderie was a beacon of normalcy.

Carmen, leaned against the counter, turning the monitor off for now. She looked up at Cara, a playful grin on her face. "So, Em, any big plans for the future?" Cara paused, glancing around to ensure no customers were within earshot. She leaned in conspiratorially, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Actually, Carmen, I've been thinking a lot about it lately. I want to start my own tech consultancy. You know, help people understand and make the most of all these amazing devices we sell here."

Carmen raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. "Wow, that sounds ambitious. But hey, you've got the skills. I've seen you troubleshoot like a pro. What's sparked this entrepreneurial spirit all of a sudden?"

A wistful smile touched Cara's lips as she gazed at the array of gadgets around them. "I love being here, helping people find the right tech for their needs. But I want to take it to the next level, you know? Provide personalized guidance, set up smart homes, maybe even host workshops. There's so much untapped potential in this tech-driven world, and I want to be at the forefront of it."

Carmen nodded appreciatively. "That's pretty awesome, Em. It's inspiring to see someone with a clear vision. When do you plan to make the leap?"

Cara shrugged, a mix of determination and uncertainty in her expression. "I'm working on a business plan, saving up a bit. Maybe in the next year or so. It's scary, but I figure if I don't take the plunge now, I might regret it later. Life's too short not to chase your dreams, right?"

Carmen grinned, clapping her on the shoulder. "You're absolutely right, Cara. I'm rooting for you. And hey, when you're a big-shot tech consultant, don't forget about us little people, okay?"

They shared a laugh, the bright glow of TV screens and the soft hum of technology providing the soundtrack to their conversation. In the midst of the electronic landscape, Emily's dreams for the future, feeling silly for her earlier thoughts. Self doubts reminding her of the past falied attempt at saving animals from a hopeless future.

Yet, as the calendar pages turned, and the promise of a new year loomed, she felt the weight of dissatisfaction settle upon her shoulders for good. The impending New Year's Eve served as a catalyst, a moment that beckoned her to seize control of the narrative unfolding within the pages of her life.

Little did she know that, as the clock struck midnight, a fantastical twist awaited her. A revelation that would transport her from the familiar grip of reality to a magical medieval world, where she would unravel the threads of her true identity— destined for a journey that would redefine the very essence of her existence. A revelation that hinted at the elfin heritage coursing through her veins. The pages of her life, once bound by the ordinary, now fluttered open to the extraordinary; the journey that unfolded would transcend the boundaries of time and reality, propelling her into a destiny she never dared to imagine.

adows: A Mortal's Odyssey - Prologue

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Realm of Shadows: A Mortal's Odyssey - Prologue

Inspired by The Witcher by Andrzej Sapkowski

Warnings: slightly depressing setting, hintings on mental illness 

Word Count: 955

The Narrator

Amidst the towering structures that stretched toward the heavens and the cacophony of city life that echoed through the urban canyons, there existed a profound solitude that clung to the very air of the metropolis. It was a solitude that transcended the physical proximity of millions of souls, a quiet ache that nestled itself in the hearts of those navigating the bustling streets. In the heart of the city, where the skyscrapers loomed like giants and the city lights painted a kaleidoscope of colors on the pavement, she found herself wandering through the crowds, an anonymous figure in the sea of faces. The city, with all its grandeur and ceaseless activity, had a way of swallowing individuality. Each person became a mere speck in the urban tapestry, a solitary note in the symphony of sirens and footsteps. As she walked down the crowded sidewalks, she noticed how people brushed past her, their eyes glazed over, absorbed in their own worlds. Faces obscured by headphones, fingers tapping on screens, the city dwellers moved in a synchronized dance of isolation. It was a paradoxical loneliness, a loneliness amidst a multitude. The bustling street, with its neon signs and bustling traffic, offered no solace to the void that echoed in her chest. She decided to take refuge in a park, an oasis of greenery amidst the concrete jungle. The trees, though dwarfed by the surrounding skyscrapers, stood as silent witnesses to the quiet desperation that hung in the air. She found a bench and sat down, watching the world rush by with a sense of detached longing. The city, for all its vibrancy, seemed like a vast ocean, and she an insignificant island lost in its vastness.

In the quiet corners of her mind, a relentless dance played out, an intricate choreography that defined her daily existence. Her world was governed by patterns and unseen rules. Beneath the surface lays a silent struggle, a battle fought with invisible foes. Social interactions, the labyrinth of human connection, posed a formidable challenge. Clara navigated conversations with a practiced ease, a smile that masked the storm within. Every handshake, every shared joke, was a tightrope walk between the desire for connection and the fear of losing control. The dinner invitations she declined, the parties she avoided—they were not choices made lightly but calculated maneuvers to shield herself from the unpredictable.

She observed couples strolling hand in hand, their laughter drowned out by the distant hum of traffic. Reminding her of a once-shared path which ended abruptly as one chose the pursuit of success over their shared dreams. The fragments of their relationship lingered in the recesses of her memory, a reminder of love lost in the pursuit of individual ambitions. Families picnicking on the grass, their joyous chatter blending into the ambient noise of the city. Yet, for her, the park was not a sanctuary of connection but a reminder of his own solitude. The laughter, the chatter, the shared moments—they all served to underline the stark contrast between the communal existence of the city and his own isolated state.

The skyscrapers, illuminated by the setting sun, cast long shadows that seemed to stretch toward her, reaching out like ghostly fingers. The city, in its relentless pursuit of progress, had inadvertently erected barriers around its inhabitants. The loneliness wasn't just about physical isolation; it was about the disconnect that thrived in a place where everyone was constantly connected. The longing for a place unknown whispered through the rustling leaves of an imaginary forest, beckoning with the soft murmur of a stream whose waters had yet to reflect the traveler's gaze. It was a yearning that resided in the spaces between the known and the undiscovered, a magnetic pull toward a destination that existed only in the recesses of the mind. The yearning took root in the gentle sway of the willow branches, their leaves whispering secrets carried by the wind.

She closed her eyes, allowing her imagination to weave a tapestry of images—an ancient city with narrow cobblestone streets, a hidden valley embraced by mist-covered mountains, or a seaside town where the scent of salt hung in the air like a sweet memory. She found solace in the melodies that echoed through her headphones, tunes that carried the essence of a place she couldn't name. The music became a soundtrack to her longing, each note a step closer to the elusive destination. The lyrics, though in languages she didn't fully comprehend, spoke a universal language of yearning, of quests unfulfilled and horizons yet to be reached. Her longing was not merely a desire for a physical location; it was a quest for connection, a yearning to discover facets of herself mirrored in the landscapes she had yet to explore. It was the allure of the unknown, a siren song that pulled at the strings of her heart, resonating with the echoes of distant shores and unfamiliar languages. The longing became a companion, a silent partner in the dance of dreams, guiding her toward the promise of a place she didn't know yet—a place that existed in the realm of possibility, in the poetry of yearning, and in the boundless expanse of the human spirit.

As the evening descended and the city lights flickered to life, she rose from the bench, a lone figure against the backdrop of the urban sprawl. She merged with the flow of people, each step carrying her deeper into the heart of the city's solitude. The buildings rose like silent sentinels, indifferent to the individual struggles that unfolded within their shadows. And she, like so many others, became a silhouette in the night, navigating the vast expanse of the city's loneliness.