Witcher One Shot

The darkness exploded into light, the door of the filthy hovel that had been your home for the past week swung open. The half-beast and half-human that had taken you captive turned and fought your rescuer, but it fell to a disorientating display of swordsmanship.

It had been nothing but blinding darkness since you had been here, the sudden influx of the suns rays were dazzling and disorientating but the man did not hesitate to draft his jacket over you and help you onto your feet.

"I am Geralt." He said as he led you outside, guiding you over steps and rocks. "You should be okay now." He removed the makeshift blindfold from your eyes and draped them onto your shoulders. "I am sorry about that." He remarked, wiping dark, thick globules of blood from his jacked and paled skin.

"It is okay..." You replied, just thankful to be out of that hellhole. Dark streaks of blood, both his and the monsters, adorned his face, hair and clothes.

"You must think I am some kind of monster... but you have no reason to be scared."

"You are my saviour..." He smiled and took a large swig from a canteen that sat on his hip, in the reflection he stared at himself, for longer than he must have realised.

"I know what I am, what I look like." You took note of his misshapen eyes, the scars that ran across his face like trenches.

"Can't you see? You're not a monster. Not to me. Let me repay you. Let me buy you a drink?"

"You were in there barely clothed, a tattered shirt and what appears to be a potato sack wrapped around your bottom half. I would not want to know where you are keeping your crowns."

"Worry not, you must know I am from a village no more than three miles from here, we can travel there, you can receive the praise that you deserve, and I can pick up some crowns and some slightly more... suitable attire?"

"Praise? I will be lucky if I make it out of there with a thank you. People like you don't like people like me... I come in, save the village from a griffin or a pack of ghouls, get my gold and leave."

"You can not keep the opinion of a few as the opinion of all. Please, let me convince them to at least give you a room for the night? I know the landlady, I'm sure I can at least get you some sort of discount."

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Written by Aaron.

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