1 Witcher world: Temerian soldier.

At the deepest hours of nightfall, a cold and acrid wind begun to blow as the air reeked of Iron and rot.

A pained yet muffled cry escaped his lips as the iron like taste of blood filled his mouth, and like a ballistic shot of a bolt piercing through the veil of darkness, a throbbing pain erupted from his mind reaching all the way to his core.

Memories of a life not of his own begun to fill his mind causing a gap in his mental faculties but as much as he might like to make sense of the memories within his mind. The bone crunching pain pulsing throughout his body made him grit his teeth and push back these thoughts, as he tried to summon what sliver of strength in his arms to push himself up from the pool of blood he laid upon.

Lifting a face splattered with red but even that could not hide his youthful appearance mottled with faint scars of battle.

Putting strength in his hand as he reached for a long blade close by and weakly stabbing it to the ground as he hoisted himself up little by little as strength gathered at his limp leg, he found his own faint stability.

His eyes gazed through the periphery littered with corpses bearing the armaments of the Temerians and Nilfgaardians, ravens who were pecking at the flesh turned their head swiftly there Beady eyes stared deeply at the soldier weakly rising to his feet before flying to sky and perching themselves to the trees waiting for the piece of meat fall.

And as if the lock within his mind opened the pain erupted was gone as the foreign memories within his mind started to make sense and through gritted teeth he spat out vulgarities one after another.

A minute he spent venting out the bubbling frustration that festered within him but what more can he do as he found his soul transmigrated and to the world of the Witcher of all places.

" i.. i need to get out of here fast who knows what kind of beast this plague ridden battlefield might attract "

He calmed himself ever so slightly, he grabbed a Temerian shield from one his many fallen brethren and sling it across his back. With the blade as a crutch he wobbled forward ducking through the tall shrubbery in case any Nilfgaardian soldiers were to see his weakened form a dance with death will be the only outcome.

Walking across an abandoned cabin, his gaze narrowed slowing his steps as he listened closely, voices within started to be heard.

Hearing the familiar temerian accent his eyes widened slightly but soon turned suspicious as a another voice spoke out in that bloody Nilfgaardian accent.

' A traitor?? '

He peeked through the window, there he saw a wounded bald temerian soldier sat upon the wall and a Nilfgaardian soldier talking and laughing as if a war hasn't happened.

He lowered himself below the window gripping his blade lightly And strapping the shield to his other arm. A steel blade appeared within his vision as a voice spoke behind him.

" Drop your blade.. otherwise my sword will be the last thing you'll see "

Turning his head slightly but his actions was stopped, the strangers blade placed itself closer to my neck.

" I won't ask another time "

My gaze drifted to my surroundings ' how was he able to come up so close without my notice ' Clicking his tongue he lowered his blade slowly.

" Alright.. Alright you got me "

The stranger kicked away the blade as he spoke " Right choice "

Turning my head to tall and built man with a familiar full white head of hair.

" A Witcher "

" Ding ding ding now " The Witcher turned his head " is this your brother? "

" No no it's not master Witcher " The man kneeled closer as he started to spat out question such as have you seen his brother by the name of bastion even describing his looks.

But a shake of my head was all it took to slightly diminish the spark of hope within his eyes.

" I see.. cmon let's get you up "

The Witcher nodded his head as his blade left the space of my throat. He entered the cabin were the voices has turned silent ever since he made himself known.

Pointing at the wounded Temerian " That needs a turner kit but first wanna explain what's going on here? "

The man supporting me entered the cabin " Bastion? " his gaze drifted to the other man " Did this Nilfgaardian capture you? " his gaze shifted towards me.

A silent communication as I nodded gripping my blade tightly, readying my blade.

The Witcher turned " Lower your blade "

His gaze tightly focused on me.

" Tsk " lowering my blade " lean me on the wall Dune " Dune nodded his head placing me down.

Bastion shook his head " No he saved my life, got a cut on my side while he a hammer to the head, the hit blinded the bastard and you know what he found me as crawled through the battle field, dragged me here. And so here we are a blind man and a cripple "

Dune kneeled as he prepared to carry his brother " I'm taking you home.. need to see to those wounds "

Bastion shook his head " I won't leave Rosen here. Alone he'll die "

Dune started to convince his brother everything else that left his mouth was just like the buzzing a of a fly. as i lost interest in this whole debacle.

Using the blade to hoist me up I locked my gaze at the Witcher " Witcher "

He turned his head " What is it? "

" You have a map on ya "

Nodding his head as he placed a map to my hand " which road did ya take to here? "

" Here then go straight then you're on the road. the way there is clear of beast "

Handing it back " I would expect as much. I'll be on my way " .

" Wait!! "

Dune walked quickly holding " promise me you won't tell anyone of the nilfgaardian "

I turned my gaze to the cabin " So you decided help your brother's savior huh? " this decision might have made me call upon the two as traitors and all that but with the memories. I can care less about such matters.

" Fine but I'm sure you won't fully trust my words would you? " my eyes sharpened as the grip of my blade grew tighter.

Dune shifted his eyes as he hesitated " Y-yes I hope you can come with us back just in case "

Rolling my eyes " it will be a safer to travel in a group either way " resting upon the wall of the cabin with blade close at hand " Tell me when you're ready to set off "

" Great let me stop my brothers bleeding first and we'll set off as soon as I get back from the village " whistling to his dog Hussar " Guard my brother alright boy I'll be right back "

After stopping the bleeding of bastion he quickly set of for his home hoping to grab his fathers old clothing.

While the Witcher was already far gone with a new pouch of coins in his satchel.

All that was left is a blind man, a cripple and Atreus.

Atreus gazed at the ceiling only to turn his sight as bastion called him.

" The name is Bastion this here Rosen.. "

Letting out a sigh " Atreus "

Bastions face lit up like a lantern in the night as he begun tell stories of shit head superiors trying to forge some kind of camaraderie with Atreus and sometimes Rosen will but with his rough jokes.

Time passed and tenseness on Atreus body lowered as he relaxed ' while the two is not fully trustworthy, their actions speak louder than any word they might say and the reality is it's better and safer to journey in a group especially at night.

His eyelids drooped heavily as fatigue sets in. Turning his gaze at the dog on guard ' I'm sure I'll be able to rest my eyes for a few seconds ' his eyes closed as he fell to a slumber.

His breaths were even but unbeknownst to him with the fusion of the souls a change occurred within his body. Now with every breath he took, magic within the air started to fill his body.