The Witcher: My Own Path

When a person reaches the age of eighty, they have the impression, or rather certainty, that nothing in life will surprise them anymore. Especially when they were a fan of various types of entertainment, starting from games and ending with fanfiction. The number of crazy stories that I had to wade through as a player, the main protagonist, or a regular reader of interesting novellas was extraordinary. But the most extraordinary thing about it all are the brutal, disgusting, perverse, but also funny and instructive ideas that come out of people's heads, adding their own experiences; One can say that yes, nothing can surprise a person anymore.

However, we all know that man, as a species is not perfect. And, although it is not known how much he devotes himself to learning and educating himself, he makes mistakes… He can only influence how often and how destructive they will be when he makes them. will commit.

I start to philosophize, but back to the topic.

When I closed my eyes, the smell of detergents and disinfectants in the hospital escaped my already weak senses at that age. I knew that I was dying and everything I had achieved and experienced so far would be forgotten, but I didn't know that I had made a mistake, assuming that this is the end, that nothing in life will surprise me. What happened after I began to feel the darkness and coldness of my dying body may surprise even you.

I was reborn into a completely new body, or rather I am a new body in a new world, I know that I was reborn because I have fragments of memory from this process, fortunately, they are foggy, because it is not an experience worth remembering. I'm currently four years old, or at least that's what my new father Dewin says. Until today, everything that was happening to me and my body was like watching a movie in a very poor resolution, my vision was blurry, my speech was unclear, my body movements were uncoordinated and everything was happening without my will on autopilot at some point. It overwhelmed me with fear that even though I have a new life, it won't be fully mine.

You may ask how I know this is a new world? I know because I saw a dwarf and from the snippets of conversations I heard around, elves also live here. My father is a blacksmith and from the few thatched cottages and the clothes of the people I saw, I conclude that the era we are in is the Middle Ages. Connecting the dots, the Middle Ages, dwarves and elves, we are in a stereotypical fantasy world.

But let's talk about what's really important here… Who I am, what I'm doing here and what my future will be.