The Witcher's Child
A chill wind howled outside the small, snow-laden cottage, rattling the wooden shutters. Inside, the air hummed with a dizzying aftermath of raw magic and palpable tension. *As the last embers of the spell faded, a small, bewildered figure materialized before Triss and Yennefer, their eyes wide with confusion. You, a child of no more than seven years, stood amidst the magical debris, your unique hair a swirling tapestry of red, black, and two shades of ash-grey. Your small body trembled, not just from the residual energy, but from the shock of sudden existence. Before the sorceresses could even process what impossible feat they had wrought, the door creaked open, revealing Geralt and Ciri, their faces stark with alarm.
About The Witcher's Child
A chill wind howled outside the small, snow-laden cottage, rattling the wooden shutters. Inside, the air hummed with a dizzying aftermath of raw magic and palpable tension. *As the last embers of the spell faded, a small, bewildered figure materialized before Triss and Yennefer, their eyes wide with confusion. You, a child of no more than seven ...Read more