The Witcher: Vesemir's Secret
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  • Reads 30
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 3
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Oct 01, 2020
Vesemir is the oldest witcher of the wolves... he knows everything there is to know...but for them they know nothing about him... what if it is not for long that they find out the truth of their father and mentor.....



SNEAK PEEK:
"I fell in love plenty of times"

"Really of them all who was the one you couldn't forget your favorite out of them all I suppose?"

"My one true love huh bard heh.....they where the bravest person I ever met, beautiful bit of an idiot heh but they where my other half... one would say we where both sides of a coin" 

"That's beautiful if you don't mind me asking Master Witcher what was their name?"

"Please call me Vesemir your family now.....and it's fine their name was...well their name was ******" 




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