August 18, 1993. 1:49 A.M. Childbirth Ward of the hospital. At his moment a child is born, one who should be vital for the survival of the Greek Gods. However, as he is wheeled away from his mother, Sally Jackson, little did either of them know this would be the last time son and mother would ever see the other. Kronos the titan of time and father of most of the Olympus Council including the father of baby Percy, Posiden the god of the seas, therefore making the titan the young baby's grandfather. This adds a certain level of hardship to the Titan King as he wheels his grandson away from his mother. Having possessed the body of the doctor he had little time before the mortal body fades away. He makes it to the dark infant ward and picks up his newly born grandson looking him over a flash of hesitation and regret, crosses his face as to what he is about to do but the titan pushes aside those emotions.
"It must be done. For my plans to succeed in the future, I must do this". He tells himself as he looks down at the boy who is looking back at him his sea-green eyes, filled with that of childhood innocence and curiosity. Kronos forces himself to look away as a small portal opens, the perfect size that could just fit the child
"I am sorry, Perseus, but I must do this" and with those final words and just as the mortal vessel begins to turn to dust, he set the who-would-be hero of Olympus through the time portal casting him out of his time and into another.

25 years later in the ruined castle of Kaer Morhen

The witchers from the School of the Wolf and their allies from all over the continent were scrambling as they make preparations for the quickly approaching battle. A hole in the wall needs fixing, spare positions from the ruined covered alchemy room must be dug out, as well as several other minor fixes and changed in order to get the ruined castles into a somewhat at best shabby defective state. Geralt also known by the White Wolf has taken charge in the preparations and once more wonders around the place making sure that everyone was still there that were before, not that he would hold against them for running, and seeing if any new faces have arrived. As the wolf looks over his pack he sees his fellow school member of Eskile the man who endured the teaching of the wolf school with him, Lambert, the second youngest of all the wolf thought witchers, the eldest Vesemir the one who is much like a surrogate father to them all. Then finally there was Tuda, the youngest and last to be tutored in the school of the wolf. Vesemir found him one early morning, alerted to the child's presence by his endless crying, unknowing of what to do Vesemir along with the last witcher from the school raised the boy, a few years after Tuda joined Ciri Geralt's ward to be raised as Witchers. However, all but Vesimer thought that never would ever truly become one for they had no idea how to make the mutagen required to mutate them and the knowledge required to make than had was thought to have been lost when the school was attacked and its students slaughtered. It was at this time that Vesimer revealed that he had the mutagen required, but barely enough for one and after the passage of time, he had not an inkling of they would work. When bringing up the subject with the children, Tuda showed no hesitation with his answer. To quote the boy, "I wish to be as my fathers before me, to have their strength and powers! I fear not death for it will not come to me." His confident tone and the determined look in his eyes alerted all that trying to talk him down would never work, and alas his sister, Ciri, tried for weeks before it took place and at every please for him to stop he reassured her he would be fine and only return stronger and more capable than ever he had been before. Swiftly the day came and the procedure began. Tuda's screams rain out from the and echoed off the walls, Geralt had to stay with Ciril that night reassuring her that Tuda was alright and evening covering her ear in an attempt to block out the noise and help the child wonder to sleep. It wasn't until the next morning that they all found the fruit of their labors, either by luck, the will of some god, or the influence of fate itself the boy survived. And from henceforth continued his train to become a full-fledged student of the school of the wolf.

Geralt is broken out of his trip through his memories.

"Geralt, you aright old man?" Tuda asked with a smirk on his face his raven hair sticking to his head from the hard-earned sweat that follows a hard day's work.

"Fine Tuda, just remembering and what have we all told you about calling any of us old" the older wolf shoots back with a smirk of his own. This only made Tuda smile
"What are you going to do? I'm not a child anymore Geralt."
"That doesn't mean there aren't many things I could do to you" Tuda rolled his eyes.
"Oh no, I'm so scared" he puts his hands up and shakes in mock fear. Before Geralt could respond a female voice is carried through the air.
"I do hope you about done Geralt there are still many things to do,'' the voice belonged to Geralt's lover Yenifer, who has acted as the mother figure to both Tuda and Ciri at that statement, Tuda grimaces, for he had been on the receiving end of Yenifer nagging and knew it was best to avoid such a thing.
"Well, I should get going," Gelrat said patting Tuda's shoulder and the boy nods in agreement walking off to find where more help was needed. Furthermore, the white wolf walked, seeing the faces of Leto from the Viper School, the sorceress Triss Marigold, the dwarf Zoltan Chivay, Roche, and Vex both of whom were keeping a very watchful eye on Leto, the druid Ermion along with his fellow Skellige natives Hjalmar, Vigi, and Floan and finally another sorcerous by the name of Keira Metz. He continued to look but came across no new faces, he had a bad feeling about the upcoming battle. Not enough people, not good enough defenses and the enemy to come will be relentless. He sighed and pushed the feeling side knowing that nothing good will come from having such uneasiness and returns back to the castle.

"Oy Tuda! My sister says hello!" Hjalmar said cackling as Tuda does his best to ignore him.
"Oh not going to respond to me are ye, tad bit rude to someone that could one day be your brother, aey boys?" he then said to Vigi and Floan who both make a noise in agreement.

"Knock it off, Hjalmar," Tuda said clearly not entertained by the other teasing

"What's the matter, Tuda? Sad she can't be yours now seeing as she queen of Skellige?" Vigi asked only to then be blown back by a shockwave. When he gets up Tuda green eyes glaring daggers at him.
"S-sorry" Vigi said before running off.
"Tu-"
"Fuck off" Tuda growled before Hjalmar could say anything else. At that Hjalmar and Floan leave the man be somewhat scared for their lives.

Time skip the moment of the attack

At the moment of their attacks, the wild hunt breached the castle the battle became nothing but pure chaos. Tuda was standing with Ciri making sure that at no point in this fight was she alone along with Vesimer they would defend her even if it killed them. At the start, there were only a few members of the wild hunt that made it to them the rest being handled by the other who were taking part in the defense.

"How you feeling sis?" Tuda asked Ciri.
"Oh just fine not like I'm fighting for my life or anything," she responded with as they were back to back locked in a battle sword battle. The enemy a group of around 4 different members of the wild hunt all dressed in armor.
"Really? I thought we were just having a jog on the mountain trail." Tuda joked as fire sprayed from his hand setting the opposing combatants on fire. They screamed in agony and desperately dance to try and put out the flames only to swiftly be cut down by the witcher's silver blade. Tuda quickly turned around to face the other two but merely watched them fall as a flash of green-blue light apres next to him.
"Getting slow are we?" She joked
"Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing" Tuda replied with a smirk making his sister roll her eyes.

"Pay attention you two now is not the time to distract ourselves with banter," Vesimer said. Tuda was about to give some sarcastic response but suddenly he got a feeling in his gut and looked out over the walls of the castle.
"Hide, hurry!" he urged grabbing his sister and ducking them both behind an overturned turned wagon Vesimer fell to his stomach and laded behind a small wall made of stone. All three of them make just in the nick of time as a sudden blast of icy wind covers the battlefield and freezes anyone that isn't protected.

"You okay, Sis?" Tuda asked concern in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine, you?" she asked back. He answered with a nod and picked his head over and saw members of the wild hunt marching their way up the path to them
"Shit, they made it through," Tuda said gripping the hilt of his sword tightly "Ciri, you need to get out of here. Now I know you don't want to but we can't let them get to you so you need to get out of here."
"What no I'm not doing that," she said gripping her own sword.

"Sis we-" he cuts himself off jumping out of there cover and slices thought a hunt member before defensively standing in front of Ciri he eyes five of them and they stare back at him. At a moment's notice the five of them charge him and as he deflects there blades and slowly being backed up to the wall only for Vesimer to emerge from his hiding place and cut down Tuda's assaulters.
"Thanks, Vesimer," he said the elder man nods and refocuses on the battle there was what looked to be an endless horde of them all standing there waiting to attack them but yet not moving.
"Gramps, take Ciri and go, ill hold them off!"
"What? Tuda are you-"
"We don't have time Vesimer!" Tuda then pushes the older man twored Ciril as he watched the army of men and horrific-looking hound in front of him
"Stubborn, idiotic boy," Vesmier said, there was no arguing noting can change his mind.

"Come, Ciri we must hurry!" he said pushing her up and deeper into the castles.

"But Tuda,"
"I'll be fine sis you know me. Now get out of here." What happened next Tuda could only ever describe as a blur he was fighting and fighting hard, repealing the forces of the wild hunt back he was a cornered wolf and he was giving them hell. He was until something with wrong a misstep misplacement of the sword Tuda will never know the reasoning but suddenly they were beating him with swords; slicing, punching and kicking, he tried to fight back get them off him but there were too many and soon he blacked out. Next came as if it were a dream, flashes of another fight a power he never knew that searched through him but then he saw something or morley someone Vesimer, the man he called grandfather laying there on the ground dead. His lifeless eyes staring back at him and with that Tuda jolts awake screaming one name,
"VESIMER!"