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(Common)

"Speaking english"

Colours swirled around Dean and cold draped itself around him like a blanket of snow, it was almost nice. He felt so cold that he could just close his eyes and let it take him, he almost let it but he couldn't give up. dad and Bobby had found him once they could again he had to survive, He needed to if not for dad for Sammy he needed to be strong.

Darkness and energy came rushing up around him the cold was nice but this felt better it felt like being alive, the buzzing energy lead to strength and that ment surviving, he could do it now.

Dean didn't rember closing his eyes they could of been closed from the start for all he knew.

He could feel a cold wetness still around him difrent from the portal, Something touched and shook him making strange sounds Dean has never heard before.

Snapping his eyes open and jerking back into a defensive crouch, Dean was greeted with a silver haird man speaking to him, with a kind smile

(Wake up boy, how did you get here)

Staring confused at the older man

"what I don't.., where am... "

Trailing off at the look of confusion and understanding on the dawning on the others face, the man pointed to himself,

(Vesemir)

before gesturing to Dean,

"Dean" pointing to himself, before pointing at the old man

(Vesamir)

the old man chuckled before nodding.

(We should get out of this snow),

picking up some of the afomentiond snow at the last word

(and food too) mimeing the gesture of food, Dean nodded tentatively and got up to follow the old man, no Vesemir.

Vesemir took him a castle

(Kaer Morhen)

he gestured, Dean sounding out the words butchering the pronunciation

(Ker Moren).

Dean was led into a room with about thirty other boys about his age some were gesturing loudly others were staring at him, Vesemir spoke loudly

(This is Dean a new trainie for the path)

Dean looked at Vesemir who just smiled and pushed Dean toward the tables where the food was laid out.

To be honest Dean was starved as he hadn't eaten much of what witches had given them as it could of been drugged so he was starving.

Digging into the food, some of the other boys tried to talk to him, but Dean remained quiet or offers a grunt here or there as he didn't know what any of them were saying it was all just noise nonsense some time he would hear his name or Vesemirs and what he thoight the word for food was but that was all.

Vesemir addressed them

(He does not know common, give him time)

they seemed to quietn down after that.

With dinner over Dean was led to a room with three other boys

(introduced yourselves)

Vesemir spoke to the other's before turning away and leaving the four boys to get acquainted, a boy with ashen long blond hair pointed to himself

(Markez)

Pointing at a brown haird shorter boy

(Geralt)

And then to a dark short haird boy

(Lambert)

Dean pointed to himself

(Dean)

before repeating the other boys names

(Markz, Gerlt, Lambrt)

It got a chuckle out of the others Lambert grumbled but Dean couldn't understand him anyway.

Training was hard as he had never wielded a sword and he couldn't understand the instructors much he just copied the others movement at first, psycial training wasn't new to Dean though as john hand put Dean though his paces every chance he could.

Dean was slowly getting the language he could understand more every day Geralt helped, he butcherd most of the words more often than not so Dean was mostly quiet using grunts and hmms to communicate.

Dean was a natural with the blade after he got the hang of the basics he was impressing many of the instructors but his knowledge was fairly restricted understanding the spoken language was one thineg trying to read it was different thing entierly Vesemir helped where he could as did the other boys in his room.

Dean had been here for almost a year from what he could gather as there is talk of preparing for the winter and the trials.

The training kept him almost to busy and to tired to think much of home, Sammy, dad, Bobby and the impala, he missed it all but he was enjoying his time here with Geralt's soft spoken conversations, Lambert's brash lessons in swearing and Eskel jokes and pranks he would miss them When/if he left.

Older witchers have been trickling back to Kaer Morhen for the past month to shelter for the winter and update the library. Vesemir had gathered all of the all of the boys into the dinning hall for a big meal today,

(Today you will undertake the trial of grases, some of you may not makr it those that survive will become stronger than you ever thought you could be, now eat up as you will need your energy)

All the boys ate at a more sedatesedatethen normal some were frightened, some had false bravado, Dean was unsure if this made him strong enough to maby some day make it home he would survive.

Pain, shear burning agony frome his toes to his hair, he didnt even know that hair could feel pain. Through the pain he could hear snippets of conversation,

(He...o...g..d)

(A.d...tra)

And other mumbled sounds even some screams and wimpers form the others, he had to hold on he will survive long enough for dad to find him, were the last thoughts before blackness took over.

A/N I am part way through witcher 3 and I'm near the end of blood of elves, having read both the last wish and sword of Destiny.

Please RR