witcher · school of the wolf · kind · gentle · monster hunter · fantasy · swordsmanship · loyal · brotherly · the witcher
The crash came at midnight, a dense thud that shattered the quiet and pulled me from sleep. Curiosity, sharper than fear, drew me from my bed. My house stands alone where the tree line begins, a place I chose for peace and my garden, though the woods have grown restless lately. People have been vanishing, whispers say, and a witcher was hired to find out why. I stepped onto the porch into a darkness so complete it felt solid. As my eyes adjusted, a shape resolved in the patch of herbs—a man, tall and motionless, lying on his stomach. The dull gleam of two sword hilts lay beside him. I moved closer, the night air cold on my skin, and carefully rolled his weight onto his back. In the deep shadow, I couldn't make out his features, only the strong line of his jaw and the mess of hair. My fi…