W. I. T. C. H. - new era

W. I. T. C. H. - new era

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Verím, že aj tu na wattpade sa nájdu verní fanúšikovia komiksov a knižných sérií W. I. T. C. H. čarodejky. Strážkyne boli celé moje detstvo a sprevádzali ma aj dlho po tom ako ukončili akékoľvek publikácie príbehov, kde vystupujú. Po niekoľkých rokoch intenzívneho premýšľania som sa rozhodla, že sa pustím do písania vlastného príbehu s rovnakými, ale tiež novými postavami. Chcem vopred upozorniť všetkých fanúšikov našich skvelých čarodejníc, že príbeh nemusí byť podľa vašich predstáv, teda nemusí sa vám páčiť. Preto vás všetkých prosím, aby ste brali ohľad na to, že to nebude dokonalé a nehejtovali ma. Naopak však budem rada, ak túto knihu oceníte alebo do komentárov prispejete radami, ako by sa dala zlepšiť. Taktiež oznamujem, že nemám v úmysle porušovať autorské práva, ktoré právoplatne patria tvorcom.
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Geralt passed through the inn's common room and heard another strange bard singing the first song Geralt had heard about the strange Cat witcher, and Geralt hurried out. "Fucking Cats." "Well, that's just rude. We've only just met," came a stranger's voice. Geralt swirled around and his retort died on his tongue when he caught a whiff of a familiar scent just as he saw the dark brown curls and a Cat medallion. With a growl, Geralt lifted the Cat by his leather armor and slammed him against the stable wall. "What have you done to Jaskier??!" The Cat hissed. His eyes went from the white hair to the golden eyes, and ended on the Wolf medal on Geralt's chest. "Geralt of Rivia." He relaxed in an almost insulting kind of way and lifted an eyebrow knowingly. "So that's how it is." Geralt growled. "You reek of him. It was you. The songs he wrote. Where is he?!" The Cat smirked. "Well, you didn't think you were the only witcher worthy of a song, did you?" Geralt growled. "Since when does a fucking Cat travel with a bard?" "Why not?" the Cat said, mock puzzled. "He's charming, and he was writing songs about me, making me sound so heroic. It's been nice to share the Path with someone. The Path, the ale... and the bedrolls." ... After the whole mess of the dragon hunt, Geralt of Rivia has lost a lover, gained a daughter, and now his bard was singing songs about another witcher. Wait, what? *His* bard? Where had that come from?? -- This fanfic is set in The Witcher Netflix TV series, after episode 6 of season 1. It ignores season two almost completely and sets Geralt on a merry chase to self-discovery and his nemesis: talking about his feelings. Warnings: the story contains rude language, canon-typical monsters and violence, nudity, shameless ogling, mild-to-medium angst, and dysfunctional relationships. Image source: https://www.deviantart.com/yakichou/art/Geraskier-852512449

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