Barto715
I am a ghost.
I am a destroyer.
I am fear.
I am Aamon.
But I wasn't always this way.
I was born in Vengerberg, into a family that had little besides each other. We were poor, like most around us, but as a child, I never cared.
Then my little sister was born.
From the moment I held her, I had a purpose.
Protect her.
She was different. The world was cruel to her, so I promised I would always be there. That no matter what came for her, it would have to go through me first.
She believed me.
So did I.
But I failed.
I lost her.
And that day, something inside me died too.
Years passed. The frightened boy from Vengerberg disappeared. In his place rose a Viper-a Witcher shaped by blood, shadows and poison.
Eventually, people forgot my name.
They simply called me...
The Ghost.
But decades later, whispers reached my ears.
A powerful sorceress.
Raven-black hair.
Violet eyes.
And a name I thought I would never hear again.
Yennefer of Vengerberg.
My little sister was dead.
...wasn't she?