The Witcher: Part III

Geralt of Rivia and the Half-Blood Prince

Previously on The Witcher:

Geralt suicided by lightning bolt.

Geralt awoke on something white and fluffy. The sky was blue. He looked down. He was lying on a cloud.

"Hello Geralt."

He turned around. There was giant man with a beard wearing white robes.

"Who are you?" asked Geralt. "Where am I?"

"God; Heaven," replied God.

"If I knew there was an afterlife I wouldn't have bothered suiciding," replied Geralt.

"Geralt," said God. "I am going to return you to life."

"But I have no purpose," said Geralt.

"Then I shall give you a purpose," God said. He bought up a hologram of the planet Rivia. "Your world has, since the introduction of the witches, fallen out of balance. You were created to restore balance to the world."

"One way of doing that is to kill all the witches, but for some reason your moral superiority seems to be too important to you, so we'll have to find another solution."

God pointed to a spot on the hologram.

"At this location, there exists an artifact called the Sword of Death. He who wields the Sword of Death will have absolute power over all of Rivia.I choose you to wield that power."

"If you're god, can't you just grab the Sword and restore balance yourself?" asked Geralt.

"Do you want a purpose in life or not?" replied God sternly.

"Okay," said Geralt.

And Geralt was returned to Rivia. He awoke in the smouldering crater of his suicide. He remembered that the Sword of Death was at the northern region of the planet. He cast a magick spell to tell him witch way was north, and then he rose into the air.

After a few days, he came across a massive city. He was going to fly past, but some witches shot some beams of light at him, taking him down.

He awoke in a prison cell.

"He's awake," said a witch man who was standing guard over his cell. "Call the Prince."

A few minutes later, a man who didn't look entirely unlike Alan Rickman entered the cell. His skin wasn't the regular green of most witches. It was more pale.

"My name is... Prince Severus," said the Prince. "And you... are the Witcher. We could tell by the way you were flying. Only magick users can fly."

"What do you want with me?" asked Geralt.

"As you can see... my skin is very pale," said Prince Severus. "It is because I have a rare condition that causes my blood pressure to be half of the norm. That is why they call me... the Half-Blood Prince."

"Anyway, when my men captured you, I decided I would take a blood transfusion from you. Only magick blood can restore my blood pressure to a proper state. And additionally, I will gain the powers of magick!"

Geralt couldn't get away.

He was restrained.

Prince Severus' men stuck some blood transfusion cord thingies into Geralt.

"I am going to take half of your blood," said Prince Severus. "And then, I will use magick to dominate the world! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

TO BE CONTINUED

IN

THE WITCHER: PART IV

THE ATTACK OF THE CLONES