There was a bright light, an almost blinding bright.

"Eddie."

The man was tossing his head towards the right and the left, not trying to give in.

"I love you, Eddie."

That made his head stop moving and his eyes slowly opened. He then looked at the bright light, his dark blue colored eyes shined within the light.

Inside the light revealed a feminine figure, starting to walk away from the man.

"No. Come back, please."

"I'm here." A feminine voice spoke as a soft and slightly rough hand caressed his cheek as if his worries would soon become nothing but just a blur. "Just relax and let me help you." The woman's voice spoke softly. "Stop moving." She pleaded softly.

As Eddie felt hands on his head, he quickly woke up, shoving the person off, hurrying towards his sword and picked it up, quickly turning.

A woman was there, her hands held up. Her body was crooked, her legs were inverted and her head was tilted.

"Who are you? And why do you-"

"My name is Caitlin, and I was cursed when I was born. I was deformed..." He voice was soft, angelic like as she stroked his hand, smiling slightly at the man. "What's yours?"

Eddie took a moment to gather his thoughts as he examined the wound in his shoulder, which was healed. "...Edward." The man spoke as he looked around, seeing the trees and the gray cloudy skies. "Where are we?"

"In the woods. I saw your horse carrying you, I thought the steed took a dead fellow, so I wanted to be sure before I just got to digging a grave for you." She jokes

Eddie nodded and slowly sheathed his swords, walking towards his horse. He climbed onto his horse, nodding at the woman before the horse started to run.

"Wait-" She was too late, for the man he saved was enroute to another town. Another town, another store of loot waiting for him.

WItchers Cannot Stay In One Place.

Witchers Cannot Be Attached To One.

Witchers Are NOT Supposed To Feel.

"Tell me something, Witcher. Why are you focused on monsters than a possible war breaking out?"

"Because that's not my problem. I'm not getting paid anything to fight your little war, am I?" The Witcher in black and red asked as he drunk his alcoholic beverage. "I kill the monsters for payment, and I fight people if they attack me. Don't attack me, you're not my problem. This war for territories is nothing, because one way or another, I'm being paid." He stated.

"What about being paid to fight within the war?" The man asked. "Surely a man with your experience is asked to fight within that order?"

"I hunt monsters. A war? It's a hard time deciding on who's a monster when everyone has contrasting sides as they fight for the little value of their lives."

"You calling me not important?" The man stood up.

"Yeah, I'm calling you insignificant and illiterate." The WItcher slowly stood up, towering over the man. "I mean, I've almost died, gotten eaten, been covered in so many guts throughout my lifetime while you were still in diapers or getting your ass handed to you by girls, so yeah. You're less of an importance than most."

"The Kings and Queens? Are they important?"

"You answer that question on the day they send you into battle and you're choking on blood." The man in black and red stepped out.

"You really hurt their poor spirits. I'm sure they would've liked to fight with a Witcher." A female spoke. She wore a black robe, a purple amulet, and her eyes were purple. Her hair was curly as her skin was tanned.

"I don't choose sides to fight. I just take what's owed and I move on to the next." He states, walking away.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're hard to speak to?" The woman followed him. "Besides, where are you even going?"

"To see a contract on that wall. I want some payment for today so I can leave."

"I might have a job for you."

"Then name it."

"How about I pay you for a conversation?" She jokes.

The man continued walking and tore a written paper off the wall, reading it.

'PLEASE HELP!'

'WEREWOLF ATTACKING THE TOWN!'

The man reads the description and the location of the writer and got onto his horse, rushing towards the location.

Soon as he reached the house, he was greeted by the presence of a farmer.

"You're too late Witcher. I already talked to one of your friends."

"I don't have friends." He states.

"Well, I talked to one already. Man with black and white hair?"

"Where did he go?"

"Down the road into the woods. Why?"

He didn't answer as he rode his horse straight towards the woods, taking his silver and steel sword from its sheathes.

The horse neighed as he continued to run, gaining speed as the WItcher looked around in the woods, hearing the sounds of silver clashing against something just as metallic and sharp.

The sound of a large and almost bearlike, rabid dog roar echoed throughout the woods, making the horse get spooked.

The horse rose from the air, whining. The Witcher quickly and confidently reassured him to make sure he wouldn't get thrown off, nor would the horse run.

Soon as the horse got on his feet, the Witcher quickly jumped off, running towards the direction of the roar.

In the distance, there stood a man, fending himself from incoming claws, colliding with the man's silver sword.

"Edward of Rivia." The Witcher spoke, taking his chains out as he started to spin it around, getting ready to lasso the monster.

"Kintrell of Nilfgaard." The fellow Witcher addressed, fighting off the monster's attack.

Kintrell quickly tossed his chains across the monster, grabbing onto the end, holding it back.

Eddie nodded and jumped high as he slammed his sword into the monster's mouth, tearing through the monster's mouth, causing a huge tear, showing the werewolf's teeth, gums, tongue, and blood.

"I'll take my contribution in coin?" Kintrell jokes.

"Fuck off." Eddie chuckles. "Guess you plan on taking me in?"

"No. I know you did it for a reason. Besides, Witchers can lie whenever they want." He held up a bag of coins he stole from the man who ordered him to kill Eddie.

"Well-"

"If you ever need assistance, especially since you're seen as a monster, come find me. At least I can trust a guy to help kill people with me."

The two chuckled and firmly shook each other's hands before walking away to their own horses.