There were men, speaking amongst each other, they wore face paints and carried large bags towards wooden boats.

A small boy was running to the men, wearing the face paint of a wolf as he carried his own bag, but much smaller than the other men.

The boy's eyes were dark brown, his hair was dirty and looked to be rough and curly. He looked to be around 5 years old. "Dad! I'm ready!" The light voice of the child spoke, smiling with glee.

A man looked back. His beard was longish, black and slightly graying, his hair was slicked back as his eyes were hazel brown. They were both light-skinned.

"I told you that you can't fight with us, son."

"But, I'm strong and I'm fast! I can't sit around!" The boy protested as he walked towards his father. "Please let me join or please stay!" He begged, grabbing onto his father's woolen coat.

"I can't let you get yourself hurt. Besides, I need you to stay here and protect the people in our village. Please, son." The man crouched, rubbing his son's head.

The boy's eyes teared up as he hugged his father goodbye

The ships sailed off into the sea, the sun was starting to set upon their voyage.

The boy was heartbroken but determined to stay and defend his village...

Weeks later, he sat with his mother outside, the two singing a folk song as they clapped together. They were still hopeful of the others coming back, or at least a certain one would return to their family again.

A man in the distance was sailing towards the village, having the same wooden ship as the army that left.

This caught the kid's eye and he smiled wide. "Father!" He smiled wide, starting to run towards the pier. His mother watched him and started to run with him. Her eyes were drowning with tears as a smile slowly conquered her face.

The two reached the pier as well as the boat and the man who stepped out was not the man of their dreams. It was a slightly shorter man, his eyes were dark brown as his face was cleanly shaven. He stood in front of the two and slowly pulled out a scroll.

The two opened it and their faces of happiness and glee disappeared within a matter of seconds.

'General Scavo was captured within enemy lines, he was tried and we haven't heard of such things afterward. We sent spies into the place, and couldn't find him. He is presumed dead...'

Soon as the boy read the presumed dead piece, he started to run away, just wanting to get away from this town and people. He ran home to retrieve one of his father's swords as he then continued on his runaway.

The world just seemed to stop for him, he continued running as it felt like everything crumbled behind him, he wanted to find his father, he wanted to avenge him, he had to do something than wait around...

Soon as he made it into the woods, he was greeted to a deer staring him down. It didn't run, it just looked at him and looked away.

The boy stood there in front of the deer as he held up his sword, swinging it upon the deer.

SLASH!

There stood Kintrell with the decapitated head of a wolf. He was in the woods, the sky was dark, only illuminated by the stars, but Kintrell could see in the dark with his red cat-like eyes.

"I don't take pride in killing wolves, but I just had to do it to you. I don't know why.." He spoke to the wolf and sighed softly, hopping on his black horse. "Let's go."

The horse started to ride out of the woods and onto the road. Kintrell was petting his horse, sighing. "I'm never doing another Witcher the right thing. He's making me have these visions." He joked lightly, looking around.

There was the sound of horns blaring out in the middle of the night. The men who stayed behind from the war quickly exited from their homes as they noticed a fleet of ships, firing bombs towards their homes.

Kintrell shook his mother and tried to pull her up. "Come on, it's time to go!"

"What? What is the prob-" The horn blared louder as they heard an explosion.

"That's the problem, let's go!" The child exclaimed as he hurried out with his mother, the two hurrying away as a bomb struck their home, sending the two flying away.

Soon as he woke up, there was the strike of a blade towards the boy.

Kintrell quickly rolled away and started to jump to his feet, starting to run away. "Momma!" He screamed, running.

A man in black armor chased after him, swinging his blade at the child.

A man went towards the armored assaulter, charging into him. "Go find your mother! I'll fend off this monster!" He ordered.

Kintrell quickly nodded and continued running. He watched the people he grew up with get their throats slit open, their heads decapitated, and the women and children getting gutted.

The boy continued running as the fires brightened the once empty night sky. He couldn't find his only protector throughout the entire broken and burnt down village. He was alone...

Kintrell stood in front of a village that had people walking around it. He started to walk through the village, looking at the people. They were wearing black especially the officials who were on patrol. He knew where he was, and he knew what happened. Nilfgaard has taken over his village. Kintrell took his steel sword out and gotten ready to draw it.

A teenager with a long and slicked back ponytail drew his silver sword out and started striking alghouls in their chest and necks. One clawed his leg, making Kintrell grunt in pain. He then kicked the ghoul to the ground, slamming his blade into the mouth of one.

More and more came, soon they started to pile upon him, one even bit through his shirt and tore the flesh from his neck, leaving him to have blood gushing out of his neck as more toppled over him.

It looked to be over for the teenager until a bright red light shined over him and the ghouls beside and on top of him.

Hours later, Kintrell quickly awoke and was greeted to a woman in a red dress, her hair was long, brown, and curly. She was light-skinned, her lips were pink and her eyes matched his, red.

"Good morning sleepyhead."

Kintrell just went to try and stand before the woman gently pushed him back down.

"Calm down, soldier. At least show some gratitude for me healing your neck. I didn't have to."

"I could've handled it."

"You were about to die." She states.

Kintrell shook his head before sitting up. His hair was out of his ponytail and it was messy, dirty, and pieces of hair were covering his face.

"My name is Kaia." She smiled softly, holding her hand out to the man.

Kintrell nodded at her and kept his hands on the sheets. "Kintrell."

"Does this Kintrell guy have a last name?" The girl smirked lightly.

Kintrell debated on lying or telling the truth. Something about the woman gave him a sense of security and a sense of delusion. "Scavo." He lied truthfully.

"Ah. Well, Mr. Scavo, it seems we share more than the first letter in our first name." She chuckles, pointing towards her eyes.

"Yeah, so I'm guessing you're a witch?"

The woman gasped playfully. "How did you know?"

"The eyes, the scent, the dress, the bright light before I blacked out-"

"Okay, I get it. So what are you?"

"Whatever you think I am."

"I'll just take my guess and call you, what a mage?" She smirks.

"Sure, whatever." Kintrell slowly stands up as he put his shirt on and went towards his armor.

"Wait, can I ask you for something?" The woman asked, brushing her hand against his arm.

Kintrell looked back and raised an eyebrow. "What do you need?"

"Please stay here and.. protect me?" Kaia asks. "I'll pay, I promise."

Kintrell just stared at her before he just sat back on the bed.

Kaia nodded and sat beside him with a cheerful smile.

Kintrell just looked down at the floor, he didn't know what to do or say. All he wanted was to leave or to just fall asleep and let her watch herself.

"When I was younger, my family were killed by a king." She sighed softly. "My dad was a farmer and when he couldn't pay in time, the royal dick burned our home to the ground, and all I could find were burnt corpses."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Kintrell looked over at the woman. "My home village was burned by Nilfgaardians. They killed my mother, children, women, and some men who stayed behind than go into the seas."

"Your father?"

"He's presumed dead. If not, he's rotting in a Nilfgaard cell." Kintrell sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair.

Kintrell then realized he's revealing his past and looked around. "You're using your magic on me to make me admit my past, aren't you?"

"What? No, I wouldn't do that to you-"

"I would never tell anyone my past, especially to someone who doesn't even fucking know me." He states, staring at her.

"Kintrell, I promise you, I wouldn't dare manipulate your emotions to pull out secrets!" Kaia tried to assure him as she wrapped an arm around his.

"I don't tell secrets, I don't have secrets, I don't-" Kintrell was hushed by the sight of Kaia in front of him, the two looking into each other's eyes, both falling into a trap within their red gazes.

Kintrell gently pulled her closer.

Kaia smiled lightly as she rested on top of Kintrell, kissing him softly.

The next morning, Kintrell was outside in a small town, people were talking, children were playing outside, and men were covered in blood from their slaughters of the war.

"What mage carries around two swords, good sir?" A little boy asked, eyeing the sword blades behind Kintrell's back.

"The kind of mage that practices sword combat to make sure nothing creeps up on him."

"Can you teach me?" The boy asked excitedly, smiling. "I wanna protect my mom from beasts and robbers!"

Kintrell reminisced his past and nodded at the child. "Ask your family. If they say yes, I'll meet you in the fields to train you."

The child smiled wide and ran towards his mother's house.

Kintrell stood in the middle of the field. The grass was wildly grown, there were trees around the field as were overgrown plants.

Kaia watched from the distance. She felt connected towards Kintrell, like they were star crossed lovers.

Kintrell noticed and signaled her to approach him.

Kaia chuckles and shakes her head.

The child made it and looked at Kintrell. "I was allowed to train with you!"

"Good." He handed the child his steel sword as he took out his silver one. "Follow my lead and remember what I tell you." He states.

The child obediently nods as he stood beside Kintrell.

Kintrell got into a fighting stance as well as the kid. "Treat the sword as if it's part of who you are. You want the sword to represent your identity, so make it reflect who you are." Kintrell drew his sword as well as the child and the two began to swing the sword, cutting the plants that were tall.

Throughout the practicing, Kaia watched, she was adoring the lesson as if she was expecting something along the lines of Kintrell's mentorship.

Soon as the lesson finished, Kintrell returned to the witch who was smiling cutely. "You'd be a great father, you know." She chuckles.

"I'll never be a father. That life's not for me." Kintrell walks away, sighing softly.

Kintrell stood in front of a building in the dead of night. It was his old home. He recognized it by the location and the rebuilt structure. He stepped foot in the steps and force opened the door.

It was night time and the teenager sat in the back, watching the people of the town, dancing together. It was a special day, a day about love and happiness.

"Don't be such a downer, Kinny." Kaia smiles and held her hand out to Kintrell. "Dance with me."

Kintrell hesitated before shaking his head.

"What, don't know how to dance?"

"No, I don't. I never learned when I was you-"

"Take my hand." She smiles.

Kintrell took her hand and the two went towards the middle of the crowd.

Kintrell held his hand out towards the woman as well as Kaia, their hands hovered over each other's as they started to move clockwise. As soon as the tempo changed, they started to move counterclockwise, smiling at each other.

People started to stop dancing and turned towards the two lovebirds.

The continued the circular motion with clockwise and counterclockwise for 2 tempo changes.

Kintrell grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him. Kaia spun in a circle before landing against him. She looked up at him as she swayed her hips along with the instrumental rhythm. Kintrell moved his legs against the rhythm, following her pace before Kaia turned towards him, giggling softly.

Kintrell took her hand and raised it, letting her spin before he lifted her in the air, making her act as if she were an angel until she jumped out of his grasp and started to dance faster and wilder. The Witcher followed her pace indeed, the two's body heat increasing with one another. Their eyes were locked onto each other's eyes, intoxicated by their comforts with one another.

Kintrell then pulled her into his body before spinning her and then dipped her.

Everyone was cheering for the two.

It felt like a life that Kintrell could actually enjoy. A Witcher having a love life? Unheard of, but this was the proof...

At least, until a week later, Kaia and Kintrell we're outside at the market, the two were looking for food but Nilfgaardians were in the area. Some were just regular civilians and some wore armor, probably just stopping by than invading.

"Hell no!" She roared as her finger tips glowed with what looked to be fire.

"Kaia?-"

The witch shot fire at the guards and civilians, showing her anger. "We don't welcome your kind! Not after what you done to my lover!" She shot more fire bolts that the guard blocked with his shield.

"Stop, you bitch!" The guard yelled, approaching her.

Kintrell hurried over to the two.

Kaia fathered her anger and fired a ray of fire towards them.

Kintrell stood in front of the civilians and guards. "Quen!" He triggered a protective shield, blocking the attacks from Kaia.

"Kintrell, what are you doing?!"

"Kaia, these people hasn't done anything!" Kintrell protested.

"They hurt you!"

"Some of them did! Not all of them!" Kintrell yelled, deactivating his shield.

"They're all the same to me!" Kaia approaches him.

Kintrell gripped her arm, lightly shoving her back. "Kaia, step away, I don't wanna have to hurt you..." He warned.

"Hurt me? Me?! The powerful witch of this weak ass town?!" She laughed as he used her magic, sending him to fly back into a pile of boxes, breaking them. "How about you stay away before I hurt you!" She yelled.

Kintrell slowly stood up and ran towards her. "You're gonna have you hurt her. Might have to take her out.." a piece of his mind spoke out to him.

Kintrell dodges her attempts of fire bolts as he tackled her to the floor, holding his sword blade towards Kaia's throat. "Please." He spoke lightly.

"I'm sorry, Witcher..." She stuck her dagger into Kintrell's side, making him grunt in pain.

Kintrell then struck Kaia with his sword blade. It took a moment before he realized what he did, his expression showed nothing but guilt and pain as he held the now bleeding out witch.

"...Witcher?" A man asked.

"Witcher?!" Multiple people asked and started murmuring.

There were rocks starting to get thrown at Kintrell, thinking that Kaia was in the right. He tried to block them as he slowly stood up and approached the child he practiced with.

His mother stepped in front of him. "Don't you dare take my son to be one of you monsters!"

Kintrell crouched and held his steel sword at the kid. "Take it. You earned it."

"No! I hate you and I hate your kind, Witcher!" The boy yelled, running.

Kintrell slowly looked at the ground as he stood up, walking back to Kaia's house to gather his things.

There stood a note on the table that said: "Hey, Kinny. I got you a horse, a black horse! I call her Kaia, cause.. well, we're both in love with black and who doesn't look good with a black hors-"

Kintrell tore the note apart, throwing it in the trash as he took the horse from the stables, quickly riding out of town.

Soon as Kintrell forced the door open, he was met by nobody.

"What were you expecting? Dad to be there?" His mind spoke as he just sat on a chair at the table and laid his head against the wooden table.

"I miss her. I miss the dance, I missed the week we spent talking about hunting and the moment I actually told her I was a Witcher. She was so excited to have finally met one.." He thought as he sighed heavily.

WITCHERS DO NOT FEEL

WITCHERS DO N̶O̶T̶ FEEL