Started: Jan 7, 2022
OK hear me out please.
After going through my mind thinking and seeing that there aren't much of the witcher story around or at least not the ones I was hoping. So I finally decided to make my own witcher story but don't worry...
(Just to let you know that this chapter may have some couple deaths in the trials. Sorry about that. I'm sure you guys would understand.)
Previously on the witcher story...
Everyone else rushes back to rest from training as Svan laughs seeing them run.
Svan: Wait till the others hear about this. Chuckles This may get interesting. I almost feel bad for what's about to happened for them...
I lay down on top of the wheat.
Y/N: man, after all we've just...been through...I think we'll be...fine...zzzzz
Everything went black and we see Y/N couldn't breathe so he then open his eyes and realize that he's drowning and quickly gets back up.
Y/N POV
I take a moments to breathe panicking looking around confused. I finds myself some place that look to be a swamp alone.
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Y/N: shout. Geralt? Eskel? Lambert? Dally!?
I felt something like a chain necklace around me and I look down noticing that I have some kind of coin that has a wolf symbol.
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I take a closer look at the necklace before I saw a grown up person from the distance. It looked like he was walking weakly. I walk towards him to see that if he needed help but just as I was heading towards him something grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me away. I was about to scream but my mouth was sealed and I saw it was Lambert who pulled me. He make a shush sign telling me to quiet down and whispered.
Lambert: whispers. Quiet, you shout like a chicken! There may be monsters lurking around here!
I look around with my eyes as I calm myself down. Lambert moves his hand from my mouth.
Y/N: whispers. Where are we? How did we get here?
Lambert: whispers. I don't know, last I remember I slept on the wheat next thing I woke up here in the middle of the swamp.
