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I love fanfics, especially self-inserts and ocs. PS : One chap of each FF along with its link is provided in the content. Enjoy it, Share it. Comment your fav ones too coz i have run out of good fanfics to read and its a quite boring chore to search around, sigh!! Plot : This bards tale begins in the village of Claywitch.
Where the Young Wolf, Dominik of Cintra, has accepted a contract from the local village elder. For years the young Witcher has traveled the continent, running from the ghosts of his failed past all while looking for his long lost love, Cirilla Fiona Ellen Riannon Ciri x OC, rated M for language, violence, future sexual content. The elderly man shakily nodded his head. He had been in near Tretogor for a few weeks before he accepted the contract from the old man, the business had been alright, despite the fresh new scars on his back.
He had never undergone the mutations, so he didn't have a normal Witcher's inhuman strength or speed, however he had studied the Witcher bestiary front to back at Kaer Morhen, he was convinced nothing could surprise him. He also had been on his own for almost eight years, and somehow hadn't died yet, so he was quick to accept the contract.
What the old man had described to him had peaked his curiosity. Despite the small amount of coin, the farmer paid in advance, he decided to follow him back to his village. The treck from Tretogor out to the small hamlet had only taken a few days, in that time the man had gone into gruesome detail about what had been going on. People are scared, thinking they'll be next," The man whimpered. It was a small modest house, the normal kind you'd see in small villages like this.
He slowly swung the door open. He walked in, expecting to see knocked over shelves, blood splatters, and most importantly dead bodies cut open and mutilated. However, he saw none of those. The fire pit was out, and a cold draft ran through the building. He turned to the old man. Who lived here, who were they? Young couple, just recently married, moved from Novigrad a few months ago," The old man told him.
