N/A: Good day and good evening my friends! First of all, I want to thank you all of you who have read my stories and following me so far, I'm really pleased to not be ignored from this world. Well, today I want to bring you something special, I'm talking about the new crossover of The Witcher and Akame Ga Kill.
I've never know about The Witcher videogame franchise, I was less interested to check it out to see how good was until I bought the second game for Xbox 360. And when I played, suddenly I became addicted to it, I suddenly love it. I never knew it would exist such an amazing videogame based on the polish book novels of the same name, with a great story, great characters, and an amazing universe of The Witcher. But I have to play the first one to understand a little more about the universe and what happened before the sequel.
Anyways, weeks ago I started to watch the new anime that everyone was talking about, my first reaction to the first episode is… It's good, Akame Ga Kill it's not so bad, and I started to watch more episodes, but…. Since then I have some problems about this series that I would consider it's not too great, don't get mad about my opinion, I'm still thinking this series is good for some reasons, but I'll tell you later what bothers me.
After watching the episodes and how the plot was going, I began to thinking, what if a Witcher would set on foot on the world of Akame Ga Kill? I thought making a crossover of both would be an awesome idea. Now I bring this to you because you're gonna love it, and you'll never gonna expect how I developed this fanfic.
Now before we get it start there's some important details I want you know about. This fanfic will feature an OC taking the role as the protagonist, now before you would complain I want to let you know that the protagonist would be Geralt (The protagonist of The Witcher) But I didn't find any particular reason he would go to the world of Akame Ga Kill because he has to continue his journey, you know, the Wild Hunt thing, searching for Yennefer, something like that. So I decided to make an OC but I can promise you'll like my character.
This story will be rated M for Mature by following these contents:
Blood and Gore
Intense Violence
Nudity
Sexual Content
Strong Language
Don't judge me, Akame Ga Kill has the same contents as The Witcher, of course with the exception of the comedy. But that's not all; this fanfic will have the mature plot, characters, and the world.
And lastly, this fanfic will set in The Witcher universe, which means that there will be so many changes in the place that sets Akame Ga Kill. The clothes, the cities, the weapons, etc, etc. This will be like The Witcher universe. Besides I like the classic medieval fantasy, with no modern technology.
Well, I hope you enjoy, I'm sure this will be one of my best fanfics I ever write.
The Witcher: Insurrection.
Chapter I: Prologue.
The midday sun that gives brightness to the blue sky illuminates upon the deep forest with shady temperature in the weather that gave to trees, and the rest of vegetation water and sunlight to make them grown and stronger even though they're becoming too older for years; the gentle winds blows to the tall conifers that breezes its leaves from the branches that helps to refresh the environment from the heat of summer and creating a turbulent whisper sound that dominates the silence.
Somewhere in the depths of the woods, the trees cover completely the sun avoiding to leave nor a single sunray within, but since the weather was too clear the sun could manager to bright the surroundings in tone of the green grass by the vegetation; a lone male wild boar roams among the green undergrowth covered land, snorting the ground with its snout, looking for something to eat and keeping the daily diet since it feeds with plants and insects, sometimes small animals like rodents.
The boar turns around and walks further while keeping sniffling as its paths leads to a group of mushrooms grown near of a tree, with white stems and light-brown caps that gives the look that are healthy as food. With its great ability to perceive the smell of the plants, the animal sees the mushrooms as it walk slowly closer to them to check if those are appropriate to eat and fill its stomach. Before eating, It sniffs the mushrooms to make sure if are not a poisonous. Nevertheless, there was nothing unusual in the scent; the mushrooms have the fresh scent instead, so it's now safe for its emptiness stomach.
The boar proceeded to eat the mushrooms, feeling now satisfied to find its food and not encountering a predator that their main food it's the wild boars. However, it didn't have the feeling while is eating that there was something or someone near of the animal that is watching the prey, letting to have its last minutes to enjoy the natural meal it needed.
Suddenly, a long wooden piercing object, of the size of a spear, is thrown out of the bushes; it went towards to the boar before piercing to the lung. The creature squeals in pain feeling the amount of blood from its lung, shedding without stopping.
The lone animal did not stop of squealing while the spear was still perforated on its lung, it stumbles around trying to escape and run away from the forest, but suddenly its sight began to fade out as its strength became too much weaker like never had. In just seconds, its energy was decreasing too much that it lost the strength to run with that wound, before its body became too much weaker and the animal falls down to the ground.
The creature was now immobile, now it's just nothing more than a piece of fur and meat that can't move even his eyes anymore, laying to the floor and mud and be left mercy of an animal or a human to get eaten by.
The shrubs where the spear came from began to shake slowly by the sudden movement from inside, creaking and breaking the branches simultaneously like something or someone's trying to get through. A dark leather boot just made a step out before a figure of a man who suddenly emerged out of hiding. Even though he's upon the shadows of the forest the surrounding brightness managed to show his appearance.
He stood around 5'11 inches of his height, with dark brown medium hair that reaches to the back of his neck but without touching his shoulders. He was the one who throw the spear since the only specie as the human could be capable to use that kind of tool to hunt, but what he's wearing was a lot different to be a simple hunter.
Is shown a dark grey pair of pants with a width segment from the knees to his waist, along with a dark brown belt, pretty thin, with a simple silver buckle that carries many leather pockets, include a bag canteen on the left side of his lower back, he also was carrying a black sheath of a combat knife on the right side of his waist; he's wearing a dark brown sleeveless leather jerkin, which shows on both of his arms a long-sleeved black shirt with a hood exposed on the back of his head, underneath, and covered with a chain mail armor. Around of his chest he also wears another two belts that carries the scabbards with two swords on his back, one of his belts was full of small steel throwing knives, and each knife has the dark blue color on their handles. And lastly, he was wearing around his neck a peculiar silver medallion which has the shape of a wolf's head, spike-shaped fur around the head with the crimson on its eyes and the mouth widely opened that shows the fangs.
His appearance has the look of a young man, maybe from around mid-twenties. He had an almost sharp-pointed nose, thick eyebrows, and thin lips. His face was all clean with not a single facial hair, but he has a diagonal scar on the right side of his face to shortly near of his chin, like he was scratched by a sharp object. His eyes, they are which a human could have, but in the case of the young man these has different form, not human. These are golden, glowing by the sunlight, with black cat-like pupils. That feature was completely unexplainable how this man could have those unusual eyes, he doesn't look he could be a kind of demon, maybe he's one from a non-human species. But the peculiar detail of his eyes remains.
The young man began to walk towards to the deceased wild boar as he stepped the grass with gentleness like he wants to show respect to the nature. He stopped when he was near of the deceased wild boar, before with his two black leather gloves he proceeded to grab the shaft of the wooden spear while he placed his right foot to on the side of its body so he can pull out the spear easily. Then with a tug, he managed to withdraw his spear off the surface of the boar. Thereupon, he nailed down his spear against the dirt to begin a next step; he pulled out a long rope that had wrapped around his shoulder before started to tie the boar by its four legs and making a knot to not break loose from its grip. Then, he rose up with the end of the rope on his hands before he turned around and takes the dead boar with him, dragging it over as he abandoned the spot of the shadows and heading towards to the lightest place of the forest.
The lone stranger walked almost a half mile across the toned grass-green forest, despise that his way back is pretty far away from his spot he does practically remember the exact way to return to his camp, by familiarizing the position of the trees, as well memorizing completely the routes he went to the same spot where he hunted the wild boar. For some reason he practically has the feature to remember the guidance without slipping any direction from his mind. It's not like he lived in this place once to have this attribute, but seems he used to adapt to the ambiance and climates like in this forest, and learned deeply how to survive when he travels all alone.
About like five minutes of walking later the young man managed to reach to his camp, where there was on top of a rocky hill, all wrapped up with moss. The center of the camp has a small pile of sticks, surrounded by rocks, and above it a longer and thicker branch hanged by two other branches, ready to fry some meat to eat.
He walked towards to the bonfire with the wild boar to prepare to cook his meat, but before doing that he had to make sure to flay its skin before cooking it, so he used his knife to peel the skin off, the edge of the knife was so sharp that he could cut a meat more easily. After he peeled the wild boar's skin he tied the legs on the branch before he placed it below from the bonfire. Now it was ready to light the bonfire and fry the meat, but there was nothing to light the stick. But the young man lifted his hand to the bonfire, and surprisingly he launched a small ball of fire out of the palm of his hand. That didn't create an explosion but when he used that kind of magic to the bonfire almost blew the meat, but luckily the fire will start to fry the meat in no time so he won't wait for thirteen minutes while his stomach growls.
He decided to sit against the rock surface for a foot from the bonfire as he leaned his back against the trunk of a tree, to take a little rest after walking around all day for looking food. He doesn't look tired at all he just wanted to regain his energy because he has a long way to go on his journey. Five minutes later the wild boar's meat was now roasted as he used his knife to cut a part of the body, he doesn't use that knife to cut meat of an animal; it's not even a butcher knife, but it was necessary to cut something to eat. Then as he was starting to eat he was now relaxing the silence of the nature, taking away the negative thoughts from his mind to focus the a little time of peace that surrounds him.
Well, just for a moment.
When the young man was almost half done of eating, he suddenly heard a scream from a person that came down the hill where he was. Interrupted from his meal and relax he gets alarmed when he knew that someone is in danger. Without thinking he dropped the piece of meat he was eating before he stood up quickly, he put out the fire by throwing dirt with his boot, and grabbed the wooden spear with him. He run down of the hill, being careful to not tripping as he was still hearing the screams but also heard the words of begging to someone saying "Don't kill me please!".
When he was almost near when the sounds started to get louder before he went behind of a tree to get a better place to see what's happening in there and to hide his presence because he has to know what he will deal with. His cat-like eyes watched across fifteen steps from his distance a four-wheeled wagon that was in the middle of a dirt road where some people can use it to not get lost from the forest. The wagon is a bit wide and grey painted made of oak and the rails around the center board, the carriage was loaded with bags of agricultural materials, also boxes full of supplies or even valuable objects. However the carriage was pulled by a brown horse which in the beginning started to neigh and rearing in danger when a small group of three bandits appeared in front the road with weapons and showing the hostility.
The one who was driving the carriage and trying to calm down the horse was a young merchant, sitting on the front seat with his raised hands when a shirtless bandit was pointing a crossbow at him. He's almost around the same gear as the stranger but a bit older than him, with blue eyes, and light brown short hair with a small chin patch. He's wearing a long dark green shirt with the collar untied showing a small part of his collarbone, and his black pants with dark brown slippers. Also on top of his dark short hair was wearing a flat cap of the same color of his shirt, with a large white feather hanged to the back of his neck.
"Please don't shoot!" The merchant said to the bandit with the crossbow "I won't do anything stupid I swear, just don't kill me!" He exclaimed in panic, feeling that his life was getting danger eventually.
There was a bandit who was on front of the carriage, taller than the others around, with a shaved hair, and his dirty and unshaven beard, wearing a reinforced leather armor that protects the entire part of his body as well on his thighs, dark pants with black boots, and he was carrying a sword on his waist. He seems to be the leader or something like that because he's the only one who's wearing that kind of armor than the other guys; one of them was shirtless and the other only on a leather sleeveless vest. He's armed with a battle-axe that was rested against his shoulders.
He was laughing at the scary merchant "That's what I wanted to hear, then how about you get off the carriage to begin with before I let my companion to shoot you in your face?" He said smugly, enjoying scaring the poor guy just for his entertainment.
"N-No please! I come down, but tell your friend to stop pointing that thing to me!" He begged as he came down from his seat with a jump, but he almost tripped making the thugs laughing at him. However the leader just ignored the merchant's condition as he was still snickering at him.
"T-Tell me what do you want from me?" The merchant said trying to not be too nervous that will make his heart beating fast.
"Don't ask like you don't know anything, you pussy!" Another bandit armed with a sword spat "We obviously came to take everything from your wagon! But first you must tell us what you got all that stuff, now."
"Oh right, I-I understand!" He gulped "I got some barrels full of supplies, food, tobacco and spices. But also I got boxes with some valuable merchandise you can sell with, like jewels, fabrics, metals, etc. That's all I got."
The leader bandit whistled at hearing all the materials the merchant has "That's pretty good stuff you got there, mister. Well you heard it boys, take everything you can and don't leave anything behind!" He said.
Meanwhile, the stranger was still hiding behind of the tree, was still watching the commotion as he saw two guys approaching to the carriage, he doesn't want to make a risky choice that possibly his plan to save that innocent one won't turn well. He has to wait the moment to attack the bandits or kill their leader and save the merchant, he was gripping the wooden spear to prepare. But what he did not expect is when the two bandits was now close from the wagon and about to climb up, the horse began to rear back again but this time with decontrol like in attempt to scare off the attackers while makes the carriage shaking.
"Wait! Calm down, Abril! Please calm down!" The merchant shouted as he desperately tried to reassure his horse as the bandits stepped away from the carriage.
"What the hell is wrong with your fucking horse?!" The bandit with the crossbow yelled and having his intention to shoot.
"I'm really sorry but she doesn't like that you guys get closer to her or when you try to attack me, but please forgive her behavior!" He replied.
"You named that horse?" The leader spoke up before he laughed "What kind of person would give a name on that horse?" He turned at his partner holding the crossbow ready to shoot "Hey would you like to proof you practice on that animal? I think she's trying to give us trouble to take all that stuff."
He grinned mischievously, showing his yellow teeth "My pleasure!" He readied the crossbow as the horse began to neigh in panic.
The merchant gasped in horror "What?! No you can't do that!" Without thinking he bravely stepped on front of his horse, facing the point of the arrow.
The leader shook his head "You can't be serious, step aside before I will change my mind."
"No! I won't let you try to hurt my horse. I rather die than standing there and watch Abril being killed in front of my eyes!" He yelled, he has no longer scared, he was angry instead that they would do something like that he can't let them do that.
He narrowed his eyes with a growl before he spat "Alright then, you just wasted your last chance." He turned at his partner again "Kill him, and the horse." He grinned in response as he nodded.
The young man could not believe what he's seeing; the merchant is trying to risk his life to protect his horse? What in the world is he thinking? He can't think all these questions because he saw that the merchant's about to get himself killed when the bandit prepares to shoot even though the merchant is trying to be brave. He puts his hood on before with stealth gets out from the tree in a crouch position, and then he raised his spear, ready to throw towards to the bandit.
Suddenly the bandit leader felt the presence on the rocky hillside of the forest; he turned his head to his right before he saw a strange hooded man getting out of a tree, holding the spear in place to throw it.
"Wait! Up there!" The leader shouted gaining attention to his companions, even the merchant "Shoot that guy over there! Shoot him!" He pointed his finger to warn his partner.
The bandit with the crossbow turned his head where his boss pointed before he already saw the stranger; he moved his crossbow quickly before he pulled the lever and released the arrow. But since he did not have the time to aim precisely at him, the arrow just nailed against the trunk of the tree. The young man has now the chance to counterattack, he rear his arm back before he made a step forward and throw the spear.
"Look out!" The leader yelled at his partner. But it was too late; the spear already pierced him halfway through his naked stomach. He let out a painful gasp feeling the insides of his body stabbed before he collapsed against the ground, dying eventually.
The bearded bandit leader growled, he's now pissed that this stranger had the guts to interfere and kill one of his men. He turned at the other companion with the sword "You! Kill that son of a bitch! I deal with this guy myself!" He pointed at the merchant, he was so shocked that the fight just started, not even wondering who's that guy that just killed that bandit and, doubtfully, saved him; but now he's terrified when the leader said, meaning he's going to kill him, without a chance to beg for mercy.
The bandit just heard the leader's order as he ran and climbs up of the hillside to attack the hooded man. The young man walked down slowly to wait until the bandit gets close, before he lifted his hand to the handle of one of his swords from his back, and then he unsheathed it. The sword looked like it's made of steel, very straight with a long fuller on the flat sides of the blade that reaches to the center ridge and the point.
When the bandit was now close of the hooded stranger, he let out a cry as he launched a vertical attack at him. But he just blocked by raising his sword, and surprisingly and unexpectedly he made a fast diagonal swing across the torso, making a wide cut. The bandit let out a scream of agony as the blood began to spill all over his upper body. Then the young man grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him to open his way and ran to stop the leader before he kills the merchant.
"No! Wait, don't kill me!" The merchant tried to step back away from the bearded bandit, but suddenly tripped by a rock before he fell against the ground. The bearded thug prepared his battleaxe as he walked towards to the young merchant, he make sure to stay away from the horse that was trying to attack him, but because of the harness around its body and the collar around its neck, can't move around to save its owner.
"Don't worry, I promise this will be quick as possible." The bearded bandit smirked before he raised the two-handed battleaxe with his two hands to launch a fatal blow.
"NO!"
He launched his axe downwards, but suddenly a sword crossed the lower part of the axe with a loud clank, stopping the attack. The merchant flinched when he heard that sound, he thought it was his end but when he didn't feel any part of his body being embedded. He cracked his eyes open before he saw the steel sword that stopped the axe. Surprised, he noticed at his left an unknown person who just saved his life; whoever is was crouched next to him while holding the sword with both hands, he couldn't see what's under the hood, nor any part of the face since the merchant was just facing in the back. But what he knows is that the figure of his savior is a man.
The bearded guy was so shocked that the hooded man just came so fast and managed to stop that attack, he just launched his axe with all his strength to kill a person in one blow, but when the sword avoid it didn't break it or overwhelming the defense, only one person with great amount of force could do that. "Who the hell is this guy?!" He thought.
The hooded young man thrust his sword up, pushing the axe, as he stand up before he swung it, disarming completely the bandit's battle-axe from the grip as it bounced away from its owner, then the young man stepped in front of the merchant.
The last bandit stumbled backwards as he stared the hooded person with pure hatred, before he noticed on his right the man he ordered to attack that stranger, face planted in a small puddle of blood, immobile. He's now on great disadvantage, first his men got killed and his axe is out of his reach and if he tries to retrieve it he will be dead. However, the young man made a step forward, then he pointed his sword to the bandit, and for the first time he spoke.
"This will be your last chance," The young man said, his tone was cold that he avoids any emotion on his voice "I've had enough to deal with people like you who just like to harass to the defenseless to steal, but what I did was personal because I despise the kind of people who kill for no reason. Like you."
The bearded leader growled in response. The merchant was surprised the way he was talking, and the tone of his voice, he just found out that he's young as himself.
"Now I give you two choices, you can walk away and leave this innocent alone, and you can live to do anything you want. But if you try to do any reckless and kill us both, it will be the last and stupidest thing you do before you will end up like that man next to you." He pointed at the man he just killed.
The bandit glared at him with a frown, his hand moved slowly to the handle of the sword from his hip. The young man's eyes narrowed under his hood when he noticed that action before he spoke.
"Do you think you can fight to a non-human like me?" He asked.
The hand suddenly stopped in an inch from the sword. The bandit raised his thick eyebrow in confusion when he heard that word. Of course the mysterious hooded man ain't short for a dwarf, nor an elf for the way he's dressing.
"I know what you're thinking," Replied the stranger "But what would you do if I told you I'm actually one of species that you wouldn't dare to face with? I think I should give you a hint if you don't know what I mean." He then raised his head to give the bandit a better look to show his face until he showed his yellow eyes that shone under the darkness from his hood.
The bandit suddenly gasped in horror, his eyes widened in shock, and his hands trembled uncontrollably that he lost his courage to unsheathed the sword. He definitely recognized those animal eyes that no human being can be born with that. But what he's facing is a member of an élite caste of warrior-monks, or what the humans could call them, mutant humans, who can posses magic and superhuman powers that are capable to survive any obstacle and danger. Also, however, a small independent group who are dedicated to help the humanity with their qualities.
The bandit couldn't contain his sweat, now he found the reason how that mutant human could kill his men so easily and stop one of his powerful attacks.
"You…. You are a witcher!" He yelled with all his lungs that his scream almost echoed all around the forest.
The merchant got surprised for the sudden yell from the bandit, but he grew confused because he never heard about the 'witchers' on his entire life, also when the young man said that he's a non-human. In the beginning he thought that was only a joke to scare that bandit but after the bearded leader showed his expression that the young man is telling the truth, he realized that the hooded one is really a non-human.
"Correct," The 'Witcher' replied coldly "Now I'm asking you for the last time, leave."
He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in anger; he didn't feel so humiliated by anyone, especially to a non-human person with superhuman abilities. The reason he was getting angry is after the witcher told him he got a choice to run away and live, the bandit thought that the witcher's trying to show that his specie is far more superior to a mortal. The bandit is on denial, he's the fearsome leader that somebody wouldn't dare to face him, he will show the witcher who really is he. And carry out his words.
Trying to regain his courage, he answered "Do you really think I will just listen to you? After you've interrupted my job and kill my all my men, just to save that piece of dicky shit who won't live for a longer?" He pointed at the merchant "Let me ask you, do you know who I am?" He raised his voice.
The Witcher raised his eyebrow as he put a hand on his hip "A fool bandit I suppose." He simply answered.
He furrowed his eyebrows at his response "My name is Olvir, the Bonecrusher!" He growled "And I won't take orders to a freak who never heard about me and my notorious group of thieves." Then, he finally unsheathed his sword.
The young Witcher frowned in response "You're making a big mistake."
Olvir scoffed "You're the one who caused all this trouble, and you're going to pay for this. Maybe I was not ready to fight against a witcher, but now I can't wait to cut your head off and show to everyone in this world that I'm the strongest man in the world and nobody will defeat me!" He exclaimed with euphoria that he extended his arms.
The Witcher and the merchant stared at Olvir in disbelief, they can't believe he just gone insane that he turned blind to face the reality of his consequences.
The Witcher hung his head down for a second before he sighed "Very well… " He take two steps forward before he made the fight stance by bending his knees and gripping his sword with both hands on his side "Prepare yourself…"
The merchant gets shocked that the fight wasn't over; he stood up from the ground before he hid behind of his carriage, he don't want to see more blood spilled.
Olvir cracked a grin in anticipation, he had to think about a strategy to fight the witcher, but due for his great amount of wish to kill him right now, he just ran forward with a loud cry as he holds his sword up "DIE!"
The Witcher didn't move, he just waited until Olvir attacks first. Olvir brought his sword down with all his force, but the witcher blocked easily with a loud clank, then the witcher pushed up before he swiped his sword to cut the waist but Olvir managed to block it by moving his sword downwards and driving the witcher's weapon to the other side. The hooded witcher just stepped back to dodge the backswing attack from Orvil, then both began to circle each other to wait who's gonna be the next to attack.
The merchant was peeking to watch the fight, very nervous and hoping that the young man who saved him won't die.
The Witcher made a quick attack downwards as his swords made the contact from Olvir's before he delivered a quick slash on his leg but Olvir just stopped the strike, and then he made a swing in the attempt to snatch the witcher's sword off the grip, but the witcher kept his sword with a strong grip that the swords ended in a clash between each other. The bandit gritted his teeth when he tried to push the witcher with all his might, but the witcher didn't even struggled to contain his strength, not even grimacing. The young witcher then shoved him making the bandit stumble before he fell to the ground; he just stood up patiently to wait until Olvir gets up.
Olvir stood up reluctantly as he dusted off his armor while glaring at his opponent "Alright, I have enough of you, prick! Your head is mine!" He sneered before he lunged forward again.
The young witcher frowned before he blocked two quick attacks of the sword, the bandit suddenly made a spin with his body and made a horizontal slash aiming on the witcher's head. The witcher quickly ducked before the edge could make a contact on his neck, he barely felt the sword whizzing his head though. The bandit made another slash trying desperately to behead him. The young man sidestepped after he blocked the strike, and then he broke his nose with the pommel of his sword.
Orvil clenched his broken nose, feeling the blood flowing out by the blow, before he looked up seeing the witcher about to attack again. He raised his sword stopping the attack before he attempted to stab him, but the witcher sidestepped dodging the stab before he brought his sword up and definitely cut Olvir's hands.
The bandit let out the painful scream as the blood spilled from his severed hands, but soon was stopped when the witcher cut his head. Olvir's head fly off before the body bend the knees and fell on the dirt, as the head bounced for a couple of times against the ground. The sound of the swords clashing each other was now over and the chirping of the birds around the forest replaced the silence.
The young witcher spend a moment watching the corpse of the bandit leader, then he turned his head at the merchant that was still hiding behind the carriage, he looked away from the fight before he would see the witcher beheading the bandit.
"You can come out, it's over." The young witcher said at the merchant.
He peeked out for the last time before he felt secured to show himself, he walked slowly towards to the witcher but stopped his tracks to reassure his mare by stroking her skin to let her know that there's no danger anymore, though the mare doesn't show any trust towards to the witcher the merchant told her that he won't do anything.
The young witcher walked up to the merchant, but without showing his eyes under his hood, thinking that would scare him. He can't tell if the merchant doesn't know about the Witchers' existence and their appearances.
"You're okay?" He asked, though his voice was cold he actually care about the people he's helping with.
The merchant turned at him, in a moment he nodded "Yeah, thank you so much for saving me." He looked around at the corpses of the bandits, but he had to avoid staring at Olvir's body without the head "I can't believe you killed them all."
"I had to do it; the bandits wouldn't be willing to have a negotiation." The young witcher replied as he cleaned the blood off his sword with a strap "If I wasn't here you would never survive."
The merchant sighed "I guess you're totally right, is just that I've never been that kind of that situation in my entire life, and see the death and blood for the first time."
"What were you thinking when you tried to protect your horse?" The witcher hissed irritably "You don't know what kind of reckless and stupid decision anyone would do to risk your life?"
The merchant frowned in response "First of all, her name is Abril. And I don't regret I risk my life to protect her." He pet Abril as he continued "I raised her ever since she was born, she's my friend and I have my responsibility to take care of her."
The witcher stared at the merchant, then at the mare for a moment, before he shrugged as he sheated his sword "Well, it doesn't matter. You got very lucky I was near to save your life. But may I ask what were you doing in here? This place it's not safe for merchants, the roads within are complicated for the travelers."
The merchant blinked before he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly "I didn't knew, nobody told me about that. I was just trying to find a way to return with the load of the merchandise I got to the port city." He explained "Then I came in this forest because I thought it would be a shortcut to reach my destiny, but instead I ended up being lost in this place." He finished with a stressed sigh.
"Do you have a map from the place you're heading?" The young witcher asked.
He shook his head "No, I was following the directions from the villagers and travelers I met during my long travel. But on my way back I couldn't cross the only way where can take me to the city because I heard the road turned into a thick mud due for the storms from the last days. That's why I tried to find a shortcut."
The witcher sighed "I see, but at least can you tell me the name of the port city you are mentioning."
"Oh of course, it's the capital of Cidaris. The name of the city is the same name of the capital." He replied.
The witcher crossed his arms as he rubbed his cleaned chin thoughtfully "The City of Cidaris is almost to the west from here. I can lead you the path to the exit from the forest and I can take you there." He said with the final decision to guide the merchant.
"Really? How could you do that?" The merchant asked surprised and excitedly.
"I learned all the locations across the continent when I was a kid, and I know the only way to get out of the forest, just follow my instructions and we'll reach the city." The witcher stated.
The merchant clasped his hands in excitement "Wonderful! Thank you very much! I don't know how much I can appreciate your assistance!" His eyes widened suddenly "Oh wait! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rolf, pleased to meet you." He held up his hand for a handshake.
The witcher looked at the hand doubtfully before he hesitantly grasped his hand to accept the handshake "Jorin… Call me Jorin." He said.
"It's nice to meet you, Jorin." Rolf smiled "So, I guess we'll better start moving out? This forest is giving me chills already." He climbed up on his carriage "Wait… What should we do about the…. Um..?" He trailed off uncomfortably.
Jorin just knew what was he going to say, he turned around to see the mutilated bodies from the three brigands for a moment before he turned back "Leave them be. I know you aren't sure about this but there's nothing we can do about." He replied nonchalantly.
Rolf sighed and nodded in understanding "You're right. Well then let's get moving." He took the driver's seat "By the way, you can sit beside me, there's enough space for you" He patted the perch next to him.
Jorin shrugged as he walked closer and climbed up, the mare didn't react as the intent to keep the witcher away, besides she didn't sense any danger from him already.
Jorin sat on the bench, beside of Rolf "Whenever you're ready." He said.
Rolf nodded with his head enthusiastically as he grabbed the reins of the bridle "You know, now I won't get worried if we meet more bandits on our way because I know you're going to protect me." He turned at his mare "Okay April, let's move out." He made a click sound with his teeth and whipped the reins.
The horse began to walk as the carriage began to move forward. And so the merchant and the witcher began their new journey to the capital of Cidaris.
Thanks for Jorin's instructions and his knowledge of the paths through the woods, the merchant could manage to get out of the forest after a half hour. Rolf was very pleased that he gave Jorin many thanks he was with him to give directions; he was treating the witcher like a true savior.
Jorin didn't mind his behavior; he knew Rolf had difficult time to find the exit before he would meet the bandits. However he was asking himself if Rolf doesn't know or heard about the Witchers. Before they talked for the first time, Rolf did, and completely, heard the Olvir's scream, "You're a Witcher!". It's common that he's one of the persons who didn't hear about the peculiar non-human race, but it's kinda strange Rolf is treating him respectfully. He met some people who treated him with respect but with Rolf it's like he just made up a friend.
"Jorin, do you mind if I ask you something?" Rolf spoke up.
Jorin snapped out from his thoughts "What do you want to ask?" He asked.
"I want to know where did you get that medallion?" He pointed at the wolf-head medallion around Jorin's neck "I've never seen something like it on the jewels on the other cities I visited." He said "And the wolf's head, it seems very unique and rare to get it."
Jorin touched the silver wolf's head with his index finger and thumb, remembering how he got it by the ones who trained him. It was true what Rolf said, the medallion only belongs to the ones who decides to turn themselves as a non-human specialized warrior, as a Witcher. But Jorin knows what the merchant doesn't know one important detail, but if he will explain what kind of abilities posses a witcher he doesn't feel sure if Rolf will accept what he is. But lying to him will be a terrible mistake.
"It's not just a simple medallion." He remarked coldly as he peered at the wolf's crimson eyes.
"I'm sorry?" The merchant bemused.
"What I'm wearing it's not an object you could find at any market." Jorin replied "This medallion posses special powers that only the ones, like me, can use it after we pass our lessons."
He mouthed agape in surprise "What kind of powers are you're saying?" He inquired
"The medallion is sensitive to any kind of supernatural presence. Whenever it senses the magic, curse, spell, or danger of any threat in general, my medallion starts to vibrate in response to warn me so I can prepare for combat. I've been constantly wearing this medallion ever since I passed my training, and I've never removed it from my neck since then."
"I can't believe…" Rolf murmured as he stared the medallion in astonishment. He never thought an object like that could have incredible powers. It's truly probable the humans can't wear that medallion, maybe because it cannot be used wisely or carefully by simple humans. It seems is necessary a special training from a some kind of an independent élite organization, like Jorin should have made, but the case is what kind of training.
There was a moment of awkward silence, only hearing the creaks of the carriage by Abril, while walking across the unmade road. Rolf was staring at Jorin contemplating the countryside quietly. His curiosity grew more than before about Jorin's identity, but he doesn't want to act like a spy to interrogate Jorin to know anything more about him. But he thought he could ask him with another topic related to him to avoid a misunderstanding.
Rolf cleared his throat before he spoke "So… What can you tell me about that you're a Witcher that I heard before?" The merchant asked calmly.
Jorin stayed speechless without looking away his sight from the surroundings, Rolf got nervous thinking if he said anything wrong. But before he could answer him to forget what he ask, Jorin parted his lips and begin to talk.
"Have you never heard about that group of mutant humans lately?" He asked, with no any emotion on his voice.
Rolf bit his lower lip, but he shook his head with complete honest "I haven't told you truth before when we met, so to answer your question, I'm not from here," He replied, gaining the witcher's attention by raising his head in one centimeter "In fact, I was not born from any region or a kingdom from this continent. I just came across the seas to the port of Cidaris a week ago, so I don't know all of what is in this place."
Jorin turned his head to the merchant with surprise, but making sure not looking face to face at Rolf to show his slit pupils on his eyes. In hindsight he never met a person who is from another place that is not the Northern Kingdoms. Jorin have traveled almost the half of the continent all alone to explore, but he never learned that there are other kingdoms or continents, or even islands, across the seas. Some people talked about it but others never believed that fact because they think what they expect beyond the oceans is a place inhabited by sea monsters or anything worst. Suddenly Jorin wants to know about the merchant and where he comes from, but he almost forgot that Rolf made the question about what's a Witcher.
Jorin decided to keep his questions for later and answer to Rolf about him, and contain all his curiosity.
He turned his sight back at the countryside before he talked "A Witcher, is someone who is willing to become an itinerant monster-slayer. Traditionally the ones who have the potential to become a monster-slayer are taken as children and they have to surpass the life-threatening training and the dangerous rituals to become one of them. I was one of the children when I was nine years old." He murmured as he crossed his hand tightly, it is unknown if he's dismayed to remember his childhood.
Rolf turned his head at the witcher with awe on his eyes. He couldn't imagine what kind of training Jorin had to endure to become an élite warrior.
"After we completed our training we celebrate the ceremony with those who survived, and after that we leave to travel different regions to carry out our only goal, to help the humans from the threat of the monsters and dark forces that attack the innocent people; but occasionally I deal bandits, criminals, cold-blooded killers, and sometimes a dangerous cult that the town guards or the watchmen couldn't do something about. It's my only job to do something to help the people, and I'm proud what I'm doing."
Suddenly, he frowned under of his hood "But no matter what good things am I doing for the humanity, the witchers are frowned upon by the humans so far…" He muttered "They fear us because what we are, of course some people need us for our services, but at the same time they're afraid from us." He clenched his hands "What I'm doing is to prove them that the witchers are not the threat for the humanity, but I don't know how long is gonna take to make that happen."
The merchant stared at the hooded witcher with his eyes widened. A man who dedicates himself to hunt monsters and bad guys for the peace of the people, but they're disrespected for being a non-human with superhuman powers? It doesn't make sense, he thought. Is this the way the humans repaid to the witchers for help the humanity? He couldn't help but feel angry, but then he decides to tell something to the witcher.
"Listen, I don't care what the people think about you, Jorin." He remarked, making the witcher turning back at him again "You just saved my life from those shameless brigands, you offered me to lead me the only wait to get out of the forest I was lost and now we're on the right track to reach Cidaris thanks to you!" He smiled to Jorin as he clasped the witcher's shoulder with his hand "And I don't know how much I'm very grateful for your help; and what you said that you dedicate to help the innocent people I think that makes you a great person! Without the matter who you are."
Jorin stayed speechless, he hung his head down before he spoke "Are you sure you won't be afraid of me if I remove the hood?" He suddenly asked.
Rolf blinked in confusion "I don't know what you're talking about. Well I know I can't see your face but I don't think you have anything wrong in your appearance." He replied with a shrug.
"What if I told you I have something on my eyes?" Jorin demanded "Do you want to know what I have?"
The merchant just stayed perplexed "Um… I don't mind…" He said hesitatingly.
Then, Jorin grabbed the hood before pulling it down from his head to finally show his face. Rolf now could see completely his dark brown medium hair and his young-looking face, but what the merchant saw more it was the scar on the right side of his face, Rolf was about to ask what happened to his face but when Jorin opened his eyelids to him, he went shocked that his mouth fell open.
Rolf watched the yellow eyes with dark slit pupil on Jorin's eyes that could be from a cat or a wolf; the witcher doesn't show any shame or concern on his eyes when he decided to show what he's been hiding from a human's sight.
"W-What happened to you?" Rolf stuttered, the reason he's shocked was because he never seen a person with those eyes, but he felt indignant to know what happened to Jorin that he thought it was an a curse.
"This is what the witchers gain from our training, technically from one of the trials we've got involved." Jorin replied "The ritual we performed is called "The Trial of the Grasses". It's where the young apprentices must surpass the painful ritual by drinking a small portion of a dangerous potion, most know as "the grasses". The potion affects severely the nervous system of the human body and when the apprentices drink it they must survive to complete the trial; anyone who could manage to survive that trial their eyes will turn into from a cat. That transformation allows us to see clearly the dark from the nights or from the undergrounds." Jorin sighed after giving the merchant the explanation as he leaned his back to wait the response from the merchant.
Rolf was completely dumbfounded what he just heard, he never imagined the training of the witchers could be so extreme that only the ones could have the potential to survive, though he was surprised that the reason Jorin has the cat-like eyes is to see the dark. He was about to say something about how could the witchers create that kind of trial that could kill their apprentices? But he didn't find any words to talk about, he don't have the position to do something. Besides, maybe he found the reason Jorin is acting cold, but he wondered if he's keeping any emotion within him.
"I'll take that you don't mind about my appearance?" Jorin spoke to the young merchant, feeling free to have removed his hood to feel the wind blowing on his face.
Rolf shook his head in response "Not at all, although I wonder why you had to hide your aspect if anyone around could know who you are?" He turned to look the Jorin's vestment "I mean the chainmail armor you're wearing under your vest, the swords you're carrying, the knives, that makes you look like a bounty hunter or something." He replied.
Jorin shrugged in response "Not everyone believes about the Witchers' existence, or maybe they don't know about us yet. But anyway, sometimes I spend in incognito when I explore the new cities or villages because I don't want the people would find out that I'm a witcher." He answered nonchalantly "They would start to question me what's my business in their hometown since people like me are not welcome to the human society unless I have a job to kill a monster or something that someone needs my help."
"What do you mean "people like you"?" Rolf inquired.
"The non-humans," Jorin replied as he was watching the horizon "The elves, the dwarfs, and even the witchers are not welcomed in some human territories at least. There are reasons why, but I think I'll explain you later."
"I see…" Rold muttered in understanding, but feeling outrageous what he heard, how long Jorin has gonna bear all the discriminations?
"Jorin, let me ask you one last question." Rolf spoke gaining Jorin's attention; he turned his head at the witcher with a frown "What happened to you before you decided to turn into a witcher?"
Jorin stayed silent as the two travelers were looking face to face, then Jorin turned away with his arms crossed before closing his eyes thoughtfully "With all due respect, what happened to me in the past is private. I know you demand to know about me but, with no offense, it's none of your business." He unemotionally said.
Rolf sharpened his frown as his hands clenched the reins, he was feeling enraged he won't know anything and he was about to protest to Jorin to give him the answer, but he suddenly realized that the witcher was partly right. Rolf just met him about two hours ago and he was giving too much questions that suddenly turned what it involves Jorin's personal life. It was too soon to giving Jorin that kind of question that, based on his point of view, Jorin wouldn't feel comfortable and be able to answer certain details about his supposed past.
Rolf let out a sigh, it would be very convenient to dismiss all the doubts he had on his head and leaving Jorin alone "I understand… I'm sorry if I've bothered you with all my questions." He apologized as he continued to focus on the road.
"I wasn't upset anyway," The Witcher replied "You're new in here and you deserve to know about what you see."
Rolf smiled in relief "Thank you."
Jorin's eyes turned to Rolf "By the way, do you mind if it's my turn to ask you?" He said.
Rolf shook his head "Ask away."
"What's your business in the Northern Kingdoms?" The witcher asked "I've never met someone who's not from this kingdom and who came across the seas."
"You didn't?" Rolf said surprised, but then he answered with a shrug "Well, before I sailed in here, I've found my friend selling beautiful jewelry that he told me they're made in the place called the Northern Kingdoms, I've never seen that kind of new jewelry before." He cracked a smile "I bought a sapphire ring for my wife, and she loved it, then she said to me that I should get those items from the Northern Kingdoms because we could make good money to have a better life and for our future child."
Jorin raised his eyebrow "Your wife is pregnant?" He asked in curiosity.
Rolf nodded happily "Aye. She's six months of her pregnancy, we are so happy we're going to have a baby!"
"Congratulations." Jorin simply said.
"Thank you. Anyways, I asked my friend to take me to that place and he liked that idea, so we took some volunteers to help us in our travel, then we boarded in the port city of Cidaris and we spend like an average week to gather the merchandise from the different regions," Rolf turned to Jorin "Until you found me."
Jorin nodded with his head in satisfaction for Rolf's story, but he almost forgot one detail he need to know "What can you tell me about the kingdom you're living?" He asked again.
Rolf turned at him with a blink "Um… I'm sorry for being curious now, but what's your particular reason you want to know about?" He inquired.
Jorin crossed his arms as he watched the blue sky "I wouldn't say it's no big deal. In fact I like to explore new territories through the forests, mountains, deserts, even during the winter. I've always wanted to visit new villages, cities, capitals, anything around me to learn the thinking of the new people I meet, to know what they think about the non-humans, especially the witchers." He took a breath "I'm always interested to hear about the new places with different cultures, maybe very much different from where I'm living, which are far away from this part of the continent." Then, he turned at the merchant unemotionally, but with the look of his eyes was meant of something slightly emotional "I want to take this opportunity to hear about the nation you come from. I can assure you I'm very interested to know everything."
Rolf stared at the witcher with his eyes widened in surprise, not in shock actually. Of course he already knew that the witchers dedicate to travel different places to hunt monsters but he didn't know Jorin could be one of them who really enjoy traveling by all the Northern Kingdoms. But it was almost unbelievable Jorin could be anticipated to ask a foreigner where he's from. But suddenly, he felt a joint of excitement; he has so many things he could tell the witcher about his homeland, the food, the music, the clothes style, everything that could gain Jorin the attention.
With a huge smile he answered "Jorin, I would like to tell you what I know about my place." He said cheerfully, but with a tiring laugh he continued "But I'm afraid I have to need a rest for this travel, I'm tired to tell you so many things. But how about when we reach Cidaris maybe we could go to a place to rest. Maybe a place like a tavern, you drink?"
"I'm fine with mead." Jorin replied.
"Very well! The drinks are on me, as thanks for saving my life!" The young merchant patted his shoulder.
After the thirty minutes of travel, Jorin and Rolf were found on top of a hill, they have finally spotted at one hundred meters to the northeast a city across the dark greenish coastal valley that separates the immense and comprehensive ocean, the travelers could hear the sound of the tropical wind accompanied by the squawking of seagulls flying through the sky. In the outskirts of the city could see some small houses made of wood but also composed of rocks with roof wooden planks; also a windmill that comes from a farm with its small harvest of vegetables.
They have finally reached the coastal city of Cidaris.
"There it is! We made it!" Rolf exclaimed with his index finger pointed at the city, and with a laugh he addressed to the witcher "Thanks to you Jorin, we are now safe!"
"It was my pleasure, young man." He said with a nod on his head "Say, do you know any tavern we can go?"
"There's a good tavern called "The Rusty Seashell", to roughly center of the city." Rolf replied cheerfully "It is small but the place is not filthy and there can serve you some delicious food, mostly the fish."
"Very well." Then, Rolf puts his hood on his head.
"Hey, why are you putting that? I don't think anyone would bother to see a witcher." Rolf said optimistically, he met some nice people in that city and the place is peacefully, he just wanted to assure to Jorin that none of the things he experienced on racism from the humans will happen for once.
"Don't think all the humans can be so friendly towards to the non-humans." Jorin frown his eyebrows "I'm just doing this as a precaution to avoid a disturbance that some people will get hurt, if they find that I'm a witcher then I won't be here any longer."
Rolf opened his mouth but none of his words came out, it was useless trying to convince him, he sighed in defeat "Alright, but I don't think they will ignore you if they see you carrying weapons, even the guards will get suspicious that you are beside me."
"You got that point." Jorin admitted "You have any bright idea?"
"Hmm…" Rolf turned around his head to the carriage loaded with the cargo, checking something that will help to hide Jorin's swords and his equipment. Then he spotted a bull denim black cloak, folded on top of a pile of clothes. The young man extended his arm to grab the cloak and gave to the witcher.
"Here, take it. I think this will help you." He said
Jorin wrapped the black cloak all around of his body as he tied the cords across his chest to close the opening of the garment. The cloak only reaches down to mild calf, but now he's completely disguised to not attract any attention from the humans.
"Thank you, Rolf." Jorin complimented "But won't you bother if I borrow this?"
Rolf beamed as he waved his hand "You can keep it, consider this as a gift. You're going to need that much."
Jorin nodded in understanding "Thank you very much, so shall we go there? My throat is getting thirsty now."
Rolf chuckled humorously, thinking he said as a joke "I can promise you will have a good time, but I hope you are ready to hear everything about my place called, The Empire." He motioned his mare to move as the carriage began to roll down from the hill and towards to the city's doors.
Jorin got instantly curious at his response, he never heard of a city like this, neither even look in the maps he read in Kaer Morhen or during his journeys... for a simple name for city which seems the main city of a country; it should be a huge place to visit, to meet its new people and its culture. It seems a great chance which is impossible to leave behind.
As for Rolf, the witcher couldn't expect the merchant would just suddenly accept his lifestyle of a mutant human monster and human-slayer, despite that he showed and explained him about the attributes the witchers posses and how can they be dangerous for the humans, not to mention his appearance can be somewhat intimidating. However, for the first time since he departed from the place he was raised, Jorin felt pleased someone acts friendly to him, save that he's not from the Northern Kingdoms. What else the witcher will expect from the young human once they will drink together at The Rusty Seashell?
Something tells him on his senses that it would begin a new quest on his journey.
To be continued….
N/A: Finally, the first chapter's already done! I really hope you guys enjoyed this prologue, specially the introduction of my OC and the sword fight scene (I worked so hard to detail this scene). Now as you know, Jorin is not in the world of Akame Ga Kill, YET. At least (SPOILERS DON'T READ! lol) for the next chapter the witcher will leave to The Empire.
Now, about the scene of the wild boar's death, I apologize if that was pretty ugly for you, I just had to find a way to begin the story and my character's introduction, besides in the past centuries the humans hunted animals to survive or for various reasons. I know you already know but I'm just saying if you are not the PETA members XD. That was a joke.
About my character, I had to make sure he wouldn't be bored judging by his personality, and to not make him look like Geralt of Rivia and be original, but all the Witchers can have that kind of personality, if you want to know more information about them go search on wikia, but you can read the books or play the game as well if you are interested.
I have to admit it was pretty difficult to write a fantasy fanfic set in the Medieval period, but I gave much effort to make something new in this crossover, and I will not give up no matter what because I'm doing this for all of you.
Well, I have to take a rest before I will continue my fanfics. Please don't forget to leave a review, leave your comments, and if you have some questions send me a message.
Have a nice day/night.
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