The Gods We Design ~Witcher Fanfiction~ ON HOLD

Chapter 3- what you don't know

Geralt dropped his sword in shock, something he had not done since childhood, for the woman was a witcher.

"What the fuck is this?" Geralt asked, fury is his voice.

The laughter in the woman's eyes died out, her already thin pupils narrowing, adjusting her grip on her sword.

"Welcome, Geralt. I am Rizeve of lyeria. Visemer will be glad you are finally home."

The brown haired boy, much younger than the others nodded, "Welcome indeed, Geralt. I am West. pleasure to meet the White Wolf."

The man with long blond hair stared at Geralt with narrowed eyes, "yes. Welcome Geralt. Mankree of Vesimia."

The last two looked slightly more jovial as they apprised Geralt.

"Welcome home, White Wolf. Larken of White Orchard."

The last man unfamiliar to Geralt cocked an eyebrow, "Newt of Lyeria. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Who the fuck are all of you?' he asked, questioning why they were at the keep, bearing wolf medallions.

"New Witchers." Lambert said, "Visemer found a way to make more."

"And the girl?" He questioned

"The "girl" can speak for herself." Rizeve smirked, her blade over her shoulder. She appeared at ease, but her stance and grip on the sword betrayed her nerves.

"As I said, my name is Rizeve, one of the first successful female Witchers."

A look of understanding split across Geralt's face, "there where others then?" His voice still stiff.

Rizeves eyes darkened, "many. Both girls and boys. Many died, as they always do."

Geralt regarded her with narrowed eyes, his slitted pupils narrowed to slivers in his eyes.

Visemer came out before Geralt could continue, "welcome back, Geralt. You missed the drinking and revelry last night."

"I've no doubt there will be more."

"Settle in, Geralt, the others will still be at it for another several hours." Visemer said, motioning for Geralt to pick up his sword and walk with him.

The others nodded, and, quick as lightning, Rizeve smacked Eskel upside the head with the flat of her blade,

"You could have said he was here, you arse, you know how I am about surprises. I've almost killed you twice for it."

Eskel had the grace to look slightly ashamed.

Geralt was surprised at how easily the shorter woman cowed the experienced Witcher.

With the grace of a swan, Rizeve spun on her heel and brandished her blade,

"Care for another round? No? Anyone up for a run then?"

The boys were swift to agree, not wanting to get their asses kicked in front of the two master Witchers by the smaller woman.

Rizeve's sword sang as she returned it to it's sheath. Taking off like a racehorse, the female witcher raced off into the woods at her inhuman pace. The other boys removed their shirts, then followed suit, running at that same extraordinary pace.

Rizeve was fast, but so were the boys. Soon the 6 of them ran two by two on the narrow path, the trees breezing by.

The snow began to fall as the group reached the village, 10 miles from Kaer Morhen, Fat flakes fell softly from the sky, dusting the shirtless Witchers in a powdery cold. But the 6 had run hard, and the cold snow was a relief against their skin. Running up to the town gates, the group shared a glance, a wicked smile crossing their faces.