Hey hello there just here trying out a witcher story ;)
I have had a small idea and I'll try to work it out as best as possible so please bear with me and leave some feedback if you like it!
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Unknown world / Unknown place.
The sun shines brightly on to bare cracked rock of an endless barren wasteland. The wasteland is only broken once in a while by a lone rocky hill.
In this wasteland lays a large dried up lake with a small strange speck next to it.
Strange indeed.
This speck turns out to be two people laying on colourful lounge chairs. The first one is a young woman with long black hair and an unusual pale complexion. She wears a tightfitting black dress around her feminine curves, High black boots and sunglasses.
The man has the same pale complexion and has short black hair. He wears a short sleeved black shirt, heavy black trousers, metal reinforced boots and sunglasses.
They seem to be in a heated conversation.
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'Why are we here again.' A bored male voice sounds over the dessert plain.
'You know, to do our job, like always.' Another bored voice responds, this one femine with a nice ring to it.
'I hate my job.' The man says with a huff. As he readjusts his sunglasses.
'We both know we love this job.' The woman responds picking up a colourful magazine about tropical islands and yachts.
'Yea, you're right, but still why do we call this a job again?'' The man gives in with a sigh.
'It is the best way to descripe our place in the order of things.' The woman responds, flipping a page in the magazine.
'Please, in all our life we could have gotten something better than that.' The man responds before picking up a coconut with a straw and a small umbrella sticking out.
The woman just snorts at this. 'Yea mostly the whole life thing.' Stressing on the 'life' part.
'You're right...' The man responds taking a sip of his tropical beverage.
It is quiet for a second as the woman reads her magazine and the man enjoys his beverage.
'We should get a yacht you know, so much possibilities for a nice vacation.' The woman says after a bit.
'Yea and put it up in the attic surely.' The man retords with an annoyed tone.
'Please, we have room enough upstairs.' The woman presses her case.
'You know we have breakable stuff up there. And most importantly it could block my view.' The man responds, taking another sip of his drink.
'What view.' The woman says, thick sarcasm layered over her words.
'You know, the world and all.' The man respond, ignoring her sarcasm
A sarcastic laugh escapes the woman's lips, before they both turn back to their business.
A few moments later the man speaks up. 'She is late don't you think?'
'Please, you know when she will come don't be impatient.' The woman responds.
'Still doesn't stop me from calling her late.' The man retords annoyed.
The woman just sighs as she flips another page.
A few pages later a flash of green light appears at the 'lake' and a young ashen haired woman falls through on to her knees panting heavily.
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Ciri falls down on to hot bare rock, her muscles numb and aching after using so much energy.
She justs want to sleep...
With tired eyes she looks up at her surroundings. Great another wasteland. Ciri gets ready to jump to another world as she suddenly sees the strange duo.
She has never seen people as strange as that, two people clad in black with all sorts of strange attributes laying in the middle of some barren wasteland on lounge chairs.
A bit curious Ciri approaches the couple.
Before she can say anything the woman speaks up.
'Have you ever been on a yacht Cirilla.' The woman flips another page of her magazine.
Ciri freezes as she hears this voice, she heared this voice before. When she would be in trouble during her younger years or during her travel she would sometimes hear a word of advice echoing through her head, that advice always turned out to be right but Ciri thought it was her imagination and rational thinking.
'You... I heared your voice before!' Ciri exclaims.
'No surprise if you get in trouble as much as you do.' The woman says with a smile on her full red lips as she drops the magazine.
'Like really, you're probaly a recordholder.' The man fills her in.
Ciri stares dumbfounded at the couple. Having no clue what to think about this whole situation. 'Who are you guys?'
The woman opens her mouth to awnser but the man quickly speaks up before she has the chance. 'This is Sophie, please just call her that before she starts summing up all her names and titles. And I am Bec, plain and simple.
'Well hello there... I guess...' Ciri awnsers slowly as she sees Sophie and Bec both rise to their feet.
'You see Cirilla.' Your magic has always been quite sloppy and uncontrolled. Sophie responds inspecting her nails.
My magic sloppy, I am the lady of the lake and a source! Ciri thinks, getting annoyed by such plain criticism.
'Please, you're a mere girl with a severe lack of training and discipline. Sophie says.
Wait she can read my mind?
'Ofcourse I can, thank you very much.' A grin spreading on her beautiful lips.
'What do you want of me?' Ciri demands, her hands balling into fists.
'O just to learn you a trick or two.' Sophie says discarding her sunglasses, Bec does the same with a grin.
Ciri has never seen such beautiful eyes on anyone, they both have beautiful blue eyes, focussing on Sophie's she notices the cold empty stare, no flicker of light inside her eyes. A chill goes down her spine.
Sophie's grin fades into a serious expression. Her eyes suddenly start to turn blood red, the piercing red focusses on Ciri.
Ciri suddenly stands in the dark as dark clouds form above her head, choking any sunlight. Red lightning thunders above her deafening her.
Well they aren't friendly. Ciri thinks as she focusses on another world, doesn't matter wich one. She feels her power coursing through her veins as she jumps through space and time - only to bounce of a barrier, like a bird hitting a window.
She falls down to the earth bruising her ankel in the progress as she falls down. 'Please...' A pitiful voice echoes through her head. Ciri stands up in pain.
She sees Sophie with a hand on her hip and a displeased expression, next to her she spots Bec holding a simple steel longsword.
He just holds it like it is a mere stick and suddenly throws it at me with lightning speed.
The blade coming straight for my neck.
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Well that was that! You guys like my little OC's already? Believe me Ciri will be in a peculiar situation next chapter ;)
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