The Eyes Of Witcher

The Eyes of the Witcher
By: Nolan Dang

“Rain, Rain, go away, come back here another day~”
The Man thought this as he walked slowly out of his bedroom and began heading toward the road. As he reached the middle of the road the rain poured hard on the ground each drop making the sound of ice falling. The man walked in the middle of the road not finding cover to wait out the rain. He had a black cloak which had a quite a lot of holes near the bottom of his cloak. As he walked on in the middle of the road a man smaller than him walked towards him.
“Well if it isn’t my friend The Thief” said the man
“And if it isn’t my friend who I haven’t seen in a while The Witcher, Jacoby.”
“Where have you been?” Jacoby said.
“I was in the Hinterlands, to look for something.”
“Like what?”
“I went out there to find this.”
He took out a small metal bracelet that had a stone look to it and had a small purple stone in it with a black smudge look in the middle.
“What is that?”
“A bracelet it supposes to have some power in it.”
“Oh ok but there is one thing I need to ask you”
“Our friend doesn’t like what you’re doing around here. She’s making a fuss.”
“Well I don’t care at all.”
“You always care about yourself.”
The smaller man, who was The Thief walked over to the left of Jacoby and left continuing down the road the opposite way he was going. The Witcher started to continue to walk down the road. As he pass a stench overcame his senses. He looked over to his left and saw a pile of dead bodies in the street.
“I’m glad to see that it works.”
He stood there for a while then left continuing down the road till he reached a small inn and went down the alley to the right of it. Down the alley there was a small nook that was a hard place to notice he went in the small nook which leads to a dead end. There he pulled up the selves of his cloak, and shirt. His hands glowed with a blue light then he lifted both hands in the air turning the air blue, the air began to swirl, producing a small circle in the air. The circle was blue that spin showing a picture of a room. The Witcher walked straight into the portal and ended in a small room with one big window on one side. There he took his cloak, sat down in a chair faced a small wooden fire place, raised his finger, and the wood in the fireplace lit up filling the room with a small warming fire. Outside the Rain began to pour harder. The Witcher than turned around and began to look at a desk where he took a book and started to read.
“I need something better… The old plague takes too long to kill.”
“Maybe smallpox…No that takes too long.”
He stood up and went near the fire place took a cauldron and place in unearthly and strange materials.
“Sulfur, Hobb Tail, Wyrm eye, and let’s see, some of that old stuff.”
The liquid in the cauldron was a clear blue but then turned a dark red. The smell of the room which was a nice cinnamon smell quickly turned to a rotten egg smell.
“Sulfur.”
The door behind him quickly opened up letting in the windy moist air in. The Witcher panicked and drew his sword lifting it in the air and about to make a blow to the perpetrator.
“Hey, chill!” The perpetrator yelled.
“Oh you took the long way to come here Marcus.”
“Well you know I can’t use magic as well as you can.” Marcus frowned.
“Why are you here trying to steal my stuff?”
“Hey it’s what I do you’re the Witcher, I’m the Thief, and you know she’s The Healer.”
“Is she coming?”
“No but she is mad at you.”
“Figures.”
“What are you making?”
Marcus stared into the cauldron which had the unknown liquid floating about.
“It’s a new plague.”
“PLAGUE???” yelled Marcus
“What are you doing?”
“Doing something I have been planning since we were kids in our village.”
“Now we’re in this blasted place.”
“Jacoby that was a long time ago can’t you let it go?”
“No this place killed our families remember? HOW IS THAT OK?”
“ You can’t go killing everyone here in the town just for something that happened a long time ago, most of the people who attack our village is dead you don’t have to kill everyone”
Jacoby look at him and move closer to his face and said.
“But…I will… Kill… everyone…”
He turned around and looked back at the table walked towards it and sat down at his desk.
“I would like it if you could leave you are being bothersome.”
“You really really need to get out of this bedroom.”
Outside it still rained.

Chapter Two: Bandaged

A few days had passed since the argument with Marcus, Jacoby hadn’t thought about a thing he had said but instead he sat the slumped over a book and a blueprint of a castle. Studying every brickwork to see and faulty walks of brick in the castle. But at last there was no luck in finding one. He was fed up with all the work he had be doing.
“Studying poisons, studying plagues, and now studying blueprints?!?”
“WHAT’S NEXT?”
He was bored out of his mind he had been sleeping, eating, and studying. Nothing more and nothing less. The Witcher felt thought then thought maybe he could stop studying blueprints and study the bracelet.
He thought about it for a moment and started to pull up his sleeve showing black lines tattooed on his wrist. The tattoo was part of dark runes which covered his body. It was used to help him focus his magical powers.
He then slipped the bracelet on. Nothing happened.
“Useless piece of metal…Probably used just for jewelry.”
“Why did I even take this…Thing?”
“That bracelet Jacoby where did you get it.” Said an unknown female voice.
“Well I didn’t think you would be coming here, I thought you were mad at me Healer.”
“I still am but can you tell me where you got the bracelet.”
“I found it in the Hinterlands under some rocks.”
“When you say the Hinterlands do you mean our old village?”
“Near the area if I say.”
“So the plague I hear you’re making, still trying to get into the Castle?”
“Yes I am still trying to find my way in sneaking just doesn’t work for me, Komiya.”
“Well I would like it if you didn’t go around killing…”
“But I need to.” Interrupted Jacoby.
“The castle walls are too high and there would be so many guards to kill, the plague will just make it easier for me.”
“But if you do that you will kill all the innocent people here!”
“Look I don’t care.”
The rain outside pounded harder against the windows then there was a break of thunder outside.
“You’re making my job harder and you are only being selfish, plus not everyone here is evil!”
“Then you must be blind Komiya everyone here is greedy, selfish, and evil.”
“Sometimes I think you’re more evil than the king here!” she yelled.
As she walked out she slammed the door behind her making a loud noise which shook the whole room.
“More annoying than usual, but am I doing the right thing?”
The rain than began to calm down letting a relaxing sound play throughout the room as it tapped on the windows.

Chapter 3: The Dreams

There sat the Witcher his head in the books and his mind in the lesson. He read on and on. His eyes were heavy with sleep and the rain seemed to make him clam and tired. The darkness outside hypnotized him making his eyes dark and heavy. His head thud against the table but he didn’t care his eyes gazed at the wall and before he know did he was in the dream world.
As he slept a dark mist came out of the bracelet. The black mist spoke softly and started slowly wrapping itself tightly against Jacoby.

“Hey Jacoby wake up.”
The Witcher woken, himself gasping and sweating. As he looked down he was in a bed with a makeshift rucksack blanket. He didn’t even remember going to his bed. He looked around the round he was in. Too his surprise it was his old room from his old village.
“Dad?”
The Witcher took off his bed and ran to open the door and started to make a mad dash to the kitchen of his old house. As he arrived at the kitchen to his surprise there wasn’t a single soul in sight.
“Am I the only one in the house? There’s not a single soul in sight…”
He peered out the window there were people in the streets and vendors standing by their stands selling their fruit, vegetables, and trinkets of sort.
“This is really my old village I’m back in my old village!”
From behind him there was the sound of the wind blowing in. He turned around to look to see what had made the noise.
“Boy…. sure is windy.”
“Dad?”
“Hey sleepyhead took you a while to wake up; anyways your friends are looking for you.”
“My friends?”
“Yeah you know, Komiya and Marcus they’re up by the hill, they said they had something to show you, you should go see them they seem to be very excited.”
Jacoby understood what his father had said on his way out of the house he took a small red apple and left out the door. The village outside had a muddy road not paved and was super busy. People going down the street and going up the street. They hurdle like cattle making their way into the barn. Jacoby walk to the end of the village and continue up his way to the field which led to the hill where his friends and him would sit on the hill and watch the sheep. There he saw two figures leaning against the tree. One was pointing at a cloud. As Jacoby approached he saw the figure pointing was Marcus.
“Jacoby that took you a while.” Yelled Marcus.
“Sorry I was sleeping.”
“What were you doing last night?”
Jacoby turned his head to look at the other figure Komiya who was rolling up a white piece of paper with a white power in it?
“I was helping my dad putting away stuff, but Komiya what’s that?”
“Oh this I was making some medicine from a book I read, it’s suppose to help headaches.”
“Never mind that look over there.” Interrupted Marcus.
His friend pointed to the east where there was a large group of horse with banners flying above them?
“That looks like an eastern convoy…”
“Really I thought it was a circus?”
“Yeah I recognize that flag.”
“It’s that greedy kings flag, King Salhadar.”
“Isn’t our king enemies with the east?” Komiya asked
“Yes he is we better warn the village.”
“But why would they attack us? We have no threat to them!”
“But remember our village is a depot, we hold a lot of food here.”
“What how do you know this?” asked Marcus.
“I’m from the future ha ha.”
“I heard some guards talking about it.
“Oh.”
“Crud we better hurry I don’t think we will make it in time.”
As they hurry down the hill they could see the convoy getting closer and closer to the village. As they were halfway a canon ball fly out of not where and hit the ground fling Jacoby to the side of the road. Komiya and Marcus stop and picked up there unconscious friend. As they reach the village Jacoby woke up only to see the whole village on fire.
The sound of screams and moans filled the air each cry was either for help or the agonizing pain they were feeling. People ran and hide but most were found and slaughtered. There where people in the street bleeding out. There were limbs of arms scatter around the place. And the sound of the dead filled the ears of survivors. The guard who protected the town was dog meat for the soldiers who attacked. The Witcher was reliving the day his village was attacked, the dream he was in was now becoming a nightmarish hell.
“What happened here?”
“I think they went overkill and started to burn everything.” Yelled Komiya, trying to talk over the explosions.
As they walk slowly around the town a man ran up to them screaming. He had blood dripping down from his eyes. As they look at his face closely they saw that he had no eye. They had been a vertical slash across his face. The man the stiffing up and then collapsed in front of him. They ponder the idea of why he felled only to see the arrow sticking out of his back. They looked up to see a soldier aiming an arrow at their faces. The arrow fling towards them they hit the ground as the arrow flew past them. The soldier saw that they were getting up slowly so he took out a small dagger and ran towards them yelling. As Marcus helped Jacoby and Komiya up the soldier took a slash at his face. The blade cut into his cheek. The soldier then kicked Marcus over and about to plunge the dagger into his chest.
“Dang it, I got to do something!”
The Witcher ran towards the soldier not thing about a plan he wasn’t thinking nothing. As he started to get close by he then tackle the soldier. The soldier felled of Marcus. The Witcher then made a fist and strike the soldier over and over again. The soldier then pushed the kid off and landed on top of him and stabbed him. The Witcher eyes widening as he could see the blade inside him. The blood dripped down slowly making a puddle under his feet. The soldier then took the knife out of him and went towards his friends. The soldier then kicked down Marcus again. Komiya ran towards The Witcher she than tried to heal her friend but as she tried a man on a horse kicked her down. The Witcher looked up to see it was the king. The king just laughed and said a few words in a language he didn’t understand. Another soldier then took a sword and was about to plunge it into Komiya. The soldiers’ blades seemed to go down slowly. The Witcher then yelled and a blast of fire pushed the soldiers back from his friends.
“RUN GUYS RUN!”
He friends left without him. It was brave of him but foolish of him another man came behind him with an axe and was ready to execute him with a single blow. As the man did this time around him seemed to slow down. But then everything around him seems too dissolved. The house around him began to flake off show no texture but a wall of clay like features. The man skin flaked off showing his muscles under his skin and then his skull. The dead people began to flake off too showing their internal organs then the bones. Everything in the world did this until all you could see was black. The ground below his feet shrank then suddenly. He was surrounded by darkness. As he looked around the darkness then began to surround him. A voice began to fill his head. Telling him to…
KILL!
Chapter 4: Kill

The Witcher woke up sweating from his sleep. He was sweating and gasping uncontrollably. His vision blurred. A voice boomed in his head over and over again playing the same message in his head.
“KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL!!!”
The noise overflowed his senses, his head boom, his eyes were bloodshot, and his nosed bleed. He collapsed on the floor and had a spasm. His vision started to blur and then the voice in his head started to say something “Kill”.
“What is your name?”
“W-w-what?”
“I said boy what is your name, if you don’t answer me I will kill you!”
“M-my name is Jacoby, Jacoby Dexelhand!”
His mind still ached and his eyes began to turn black. His body stopped moving and he became clam. He stood up not knowing what had happened. His face was covered in blood. He took a damp cloth and wiped his face, after that he looked into a mirror. He notices his facial features have changed. His skin was a blackish color; his eye was pure black, and the dark runes which his arms had been now spread throughout his whole body.
“What am I?”
“You are now the killer you want to be, you’re now more powerful than before.”
“YOU ARE DEATH!”
Death? The Witcher thought this was crazy. He didn’t feel anything no power, no strength, no magical powers. He felt the same. It was disappointing.
“I see you been working a lot, you have a nice chemical compound but it is too plain simple.”
“I can give you a powerful recipe but you need some more items…”
“Items?”
What had items have he been missing. All the items he had were the only things to be known of.
“But what items am I missing?”
“You’ll find out soon, but I believe there is a shop near here am I right that’s where you buy your supplies right?”
“Yes I always go to that shop.”
“Where go there now, there’s something in there you need.
The Witcher ponder why would he need to go there. He had brought all the material that shop could provide. The Witcher then went out the door put on his hood and walk down the path out onto the streets.
The roads where abandon there weren’t much people walking down the streets. The Witcher thought they were either dead or in their houses. The Witcher passed pile and piles of the dead and rotting. It seems that the old plague was still working. As The Witcher reached the shop he could sense something inside was moving. As he opens the door an armor man yelling plunged at him. His sword drawn the man plunged it into the stomach of the Witcher. The sword went through him the man then kicked him and pulled out the sword. The Witcher then collapsed on the floor bleeding out. His vision blacked out.
“Power, you need more power.”
The Witcher eyes reopened he got up from the floor .He felt power surging throughout his body. One of the men in the room yelled.
“What the heck how are you still standing?!?”
The man plunged again at him with the sword. The Witcher raised his arm and in one movement of his hand the man was flung to the other side of the room on fire. The man rolled around the floor trying to put out the flames but he let out an agonizing. The other two men plunged at him sword drawn ready to strike. The Witcher eyes began to grow red he his back began to curl then it straightens, his cheek puffed, and then he blew out fire. The fire consumed the whole shop and the people whole. They burned and let out a painful scream before the fire turned them into ashes.
“Nothing but ashes.” Whisper the voice.
“Who send these men to attack me?”
“Your friends sent them, the healer.”
“The healer sent them?”
“Yes she was afraid that you would kill people, people who deserve to DIE!”
“If you leave an innocent to live they will only come back to kill you.”
The Witcher was angry. Not only has his friend betrayed him. But they also broke his trust. The weather outside started to snow. The temperature dropped and the snow started to fall.

Chapter 5: The Tundra.

The healer sat in front of her fire place, bundling with blankets. She notices that the temperature had gone down. No matter how much wood she put in the fire it still got colder. As she looked out at the windows she saw the clumps of snow fall down.
“Snow in late spring how is this possible?”
She turned and faced away from the window. She got up and went to the room where she kept the sick. As she entered the room the smell of death filled it. There lay the people who die. The one who have been affected by the plague made by the Witcher. There lay men, woman, and children who lay there, motionless. The skin rotted on them, as it looks like there flesh was burning off. The healer sat down beside one man and began pooling her healing powers into the man burnt skin. The man moan and move around for a little then stop moving.
“If only this could stop.” Whispered the Healer
“But it will not end.”
The healer turned around to face the source of the voice but as she turned a fist came right out her knocking her to the floor. As she crashed upon the floor she moved up slowly as she was getting up she could see the face of the attacker it was The Witcher.
“Jacoby what was that for? And what happened to you?” yelled The Healer
“That was for the guards you hired to kill me, and that bracelet gave me the power I needed to take you down and this bloody kingdom.”
As he said this he walked forward as she moved backward towards the wall. As she backed up against the wall she knew that she was doomed. The Witcher had cornered her like as cat corning a mouse, ready to strike. He drew his sword ready to strike her down. She was thinking this was the end.
“Jacoby you don’t have to do this.”
“I’m afraid that I have to, you’ll only get in my way.”
“If you strike me down the whole kingdom will be looking for you! I told them everything.”
“You wrench, I should have killed you a long time ago!”
He held his sword close to her face. It pricked her cheek, a small drop of blood rain down from it. As she looked into his eyes she could see his loneliness. He wasn’t afraid to end her life. She closed her eyes and accepted death.
“It was very foolish of you to think you can beat me.” He whispered.
The Witcher then raised his arm and with a fast blow her head was on the ground. Her body stood there and her neck sprouting blood everywhere. He took a step back and the body collapsed in front of him. The body was sprawled on the floor, a small pool of blood formed around the lifeless limp body. He stared at the body and laughed. His face has a gruesome smile. The Witcher then picked up the head and went out of the front door.
Outside the snow became thicker and heavier.

Chapter 6: Best Severed Cold

The Witcher walked down the street. He didn’t feel cold, hate, remorse, he didn’t feel anything. The snow around him grew as he shrugged it off. As he made his way back to his room he dropped the head on the floor and sat in his chair. The Witcher then lean back in his chair smiled and let out a hearty laugh.
“HAHAHAHAHA THOSE FOOLS.” He yelled.
“They can’t possible beat me; they think I’m some kind of normal person THEY could beat!”
“And know that I killed her I have to work some more.”
The sound of work killed his mood. Work was a bland less use of time to him. He was powerful but for him to have to work seemed almost as bad as dying. He had worked constantly for many years. Putting everything for a plague for all these years. None was much affect to the village.
The Witcher then picked up the head which was the head of the healer. He examined it, the closed eyes, and the blood falling down her cheek. The face had a clam expression on it. The one that seemed it didn’t deserved to die or one that had a feeling of pain. The Witcher stood up and carried the head while brushing back the hair he then held the head high and dropped it into the cauldron. The cauldron bubbled and the liquid turned black.
“Congratulation you just made what you have been looking for, the perfect silent killer, the perfect plague.”
The Witcher opened the door of his bedroom and the cold air of winter made its way in. The Witcher then took a step outside and made his way towards the road. As he reached the road he bit his thumb. Blood trickle down his fingers. He then put his thumb and made a circle; after a circle was drawn he put symbols in the circle, and then dragged a few dead bodies that got killed by the obsolete plague. The Witcher then placed his hand over the pile and spoke a few words in a different language. Each body rose up with their eyes glowing green.
“Corpses I need each of you to drink some of this liquid, I then need you to go to any place full of people and explode. Every time you do this the plague will spread to each and everyone near you, that way the plague can spread faster than normal, do you understand?”
The corpses nodded.
“Very well get on with it.”
The corpses each drank the liquids out of the cauldron and limped to place full of people, inns, pubs, restaurants any place that could be used to get people infected.
The Witcher smiled turned around and went down the alley back to his bedroom. And then went to bed.
Chapter 7: Road of Hate

The next day The Witcher stepped outside on to the cold damp snow with the cold wind blowing in his face and saw what the village aftermath. The whole village looked like a graveyard upchucked all over the place. All over the streets there was the dead laying on the ground with their flesh rotting off, or the people who minds had been crush of the sight of the on slaughter. Most of the guard had either passed out or started acting corrupted. Followers of the king started to yell out in suffering,
“King come save us!”
“You surely know what to do!”
“Help us!”
“It burns help us!”
One of the guards pushed back on one of the people rioting in the streets. He noticed The Witcher standing and watching he then began to yell at him.
“Hey you over there your wanted for arson, murdering of 3, and the spread of plague!”
“Do you really want to fight me guard? I don’t think you would last a chance going against me!”
As he said this a small group of people formed around him. The group consisted of guard, pleasant, homeless, and children. Each if killed him would get a very handsome fee of gold. Each one could put them into a year of fine dining and a nice place to stay.
The Witcher felt no remorse so decide to end each person life quickly. He quickly kneeled on the ground and punched it. The ground shook for a few seconds and stopped. One of the kids in the mob yelled out,
“Oy? Is that the best you can do?”
The Witcher stood up, smile, and said to the kid,
“No this is not the best I can do, and you may want to look down.”
The kid looked down at his feet and saw a small rock emerging from the ground. The small rock then grew bigger and impaled everyone around him. They hang in the air there blood dripping down there rock. The Witcher laughed at the bodies as they twitched. The people who survived ran away screaming. The Witcher then squeezed though one of the spikes and went down the road which led to the town center then made his way to the castle which lived the king.

Chapter 8: Kings

Inside the king sat on his throne curling his mustache not knowing what is going on outside. He yawned; he was tried, and bored. As he sat a photographer can towards him. It was a man who took a lot of money from him because he claimed that he could take images of what was happening and have them on paper. The men approach the king and ask.
“King can you pose for a moment this will only take a second.”
“Of course.” He said causally.
The king posed. The man took out a large black box which seemed to have a telescope sticking out of it. The box made a large snapping sound and the made put it back in his bag.
“There you go my King you shall get the picture back in about 3 months.”
“Three months? Three months? Heheheh that’s not good enough!” said the King causally.
From the robe the King took out a one handed gun and shot the man. The man felled back and landed on the floor. His body sprawl and motion less. Then the King put back the gun back into his robe and started to laugh.
“HAHAHAH Three months? HAHAHAHA That’s ridiculous.” As he started to rub tears from his eyes.
As guard came up to the king and whispered in his ear of a man in a dark robe was coming to kill him. The king started to laugh again.
“A man single handedly coming to kill me? HA what rubbish! He can’t possibly do it alone! Just send a bunch of people to the front gate if he breaks in then kill him, Oh bring me some hot food and some blankets it is awfully chilly outside.”
The guard nodded and order the guard just standing around to get to the front gate, order the chef to get food for the king, and the house maid the get some blankets. The king then sat the lazily. He had a feeling today was going to be a good day.

Chapter 9: Lambs

As The Witcher made his way to the gate he noticed the wind getting stronger and a large pile there. At the pile there were dead guards and dead soldiers. And behind the pile were 5 guards sitting there making a fire trying to hide behind the pile to avoid the harsh winter winds. The guards saw the man approaching him and told him to stop. The Witcher just and blew his lips the man then froze. The Witcher then pushed the man, he then came crashing down and crash upon the stone and breaking up into a million tiny shards. He then look at two guards and froze them and smashed them. Then as the last two guards saw this they ran away but as they tried The Witcher took some of the shard and materialized it to become an ice spear. He chucked the spear it hit one of guard in the leg and he collapsed. The Witcher made one more spear and threw it at the last guard. The spear when through the guards neck, as he collapsed, blood spurted out of his neck; he tried to speak but his mouth of full of blood, but no sound come out. The final guard tried to escape by crawling away the Witcher but The Witcher caught up in no time he took out his sword and drove it into the head of the guard. The guard moved around for a moment then stopped. The Witcher took out his sword put it in his sheath and made his way towards the door.
The door way was full of guard more than he anticipated. The guards were armed with bow, swords, maces, and spears. The bow men all aimed at The Witcher each drew back the string of their bows and released the arrow. Each arrow shot forwards propelling each arrow would have meant certain death to an average person but for The Witcher it was just a pin prick to him. He raised his hand as he did this the stone from beneath his feet rose up and block each arrow from him. The lowered his shield and smile. The Witcher hands glowed blue as each arrow came out of the rock and out of the floor. The arrows levitate and faced each and everyone guard at the room. Every guard didn’t want to know what was going to happen and started to charge at him. But as each came he threw each arrow back at them. In no time each guard was shot down by the own arrow. As he made his way to the top of the castle, guards began to come at him. The Witcher drew out his sword. He then ripped apart his sword which then became two identical swords but each sword smaller than the original sword. The guards plunge at him like a hungry wolf at its prey. They came at him with rage. Each of them was poorly train at combat so they were an easy match. As servants and maids cower in the corner one of the head guard stood in front and said,
“Don’t worry ladies I’ll protect you!”
As the head guard came towards him as The Witcher was facing the other way The Witcher simply turned around and chopped his head off. The Servant and maid screamed and ran away. The guard body collapsed on the floor. The floor used to be brown but now became a pool of death.

Chapter 10: Vengeance

As The Witcher walked up the stair case he saw the king standing there. Facing him posing.
“So you fought my guard and made your way up here? Ha they were just mincemeat compared to me! Me King Salhadaar the Great! I am one of the….”
“Shut your trap I don’t care quit stalling and let’s go on with it.”
“Ohhh feisty! You are not even matched up to me! See this in my hand! This is a Dragon lock pick 8! There are only 3 in the world to exist! This is one of them they have been known to kill of dragons which you are probably no match against.”
“I’m sure that you are no match against one.”
“Oh that’s preposterous! I am clearly stronger than….”
As the King blab on about his so called powers, he ran towards the king and knocked him down on to his feet. Put his sword into an X and place it between the King neck ready to execute him.
“Wait…WAIT w-w-what a-are you d-d-do-ING? I’m You-r k-k-King y-you ca-can’t do this-is t-t-to m-m-m-me!”
“Unfortunately I have to there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
As he said the snow outside started to fall faster and faster, the wind began to blow hard against the walls of the castle producing a howling sound.
“B-but I can get you what everything you want! Power! Women! Money! Fame! Anything! Just don’t kill me!”
“If you can bring my village back and parents back then I’ll let you live but I know your brain is sawdust so I know you have no intelligence of time of necromancer so you are not use here. Plus… I have all the power I need. Good bye~.”
The Witcher slashed the two swords through his neck his head rolled on the floor and started to fall down the stairs. The Witcher got up and combine his sword back into one. He had done what he had tried to do for all these years. Kill the king and destroyed the greedy town. The Witcher made his way out of the castle and back on the bridge as he walk down the bridge a voice behind him spoke to him.
“So you killed him.”
“Yes I did kill him….”
“I saw you also kill our friend.”
As The Witcher looked around he saw his friend Marcus. He was crying. As The Witcher stood the dumbstruck The Thief came at him with two rather large daggers.
“YOU KILLED HER YOU! YOU KILLED THEM ALL!”
The blade of the daggers stabbed The Witcher rapidly in the stomach. The Thief then kicked his friend and pulled the blade out. The Witcher stumble back spitting out blood.
“MARCUS! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!”
The Witcher came at Marcus with his sword high in the air ready to strike down his friend. But Marcus being small than him dodged his attack and pass right behind him. He then switched his blades holding one blade upside down and the other with the blade up. With the knife that had the blade down he stabbed The Witcher In the back near the upper in the right shoulder. Then with the other blade he stabbed him repeatedly in the back. He then took the blade out from his shoulder and kicked him down on to the floor. The Thief then walked towards The Witcher on the floor. But as he approach the Witcher the Witcher flip on to his back and plunge his sword into the stomach of the Thief. The Thief spat out blood and collapsed on his knee the blade was still in him. With his last strength he took his blade and cut off The Witcher hand with the bracelet. The Witcher yelled out in pain. The Witcher could feel the power draining out of his body he was becoming weak and weak his vision blurred.
“Marcus, why?”
“It had to be done, my friend. You killed the only person who used to love you as a friend, and you killed the person who truly did love you.”
“Marcus, I’m sorry, I’m a fool.”
“It’s alright, my friend, I forgive you. But for now let us die in peace.”
The Thief collapsed onto the side of The Witcher. His eyes closed and blood poured out his mouth. As the two lay, there The Witcher’s eyes began to blur. The clouds above the clouds began to part ways showing the sun. He felt the warmth cover his face, he felt lighter, and warm inside. As the snow melted, with his dying breath he reached towards the sky, trying to grasp the light. As he tried, his vision became black and his arms fell down.
The clouds came back and covered the sun. It began to rain again.

The Tell Tale Beat Modern Version!

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The Witcher, the thief, and the Healer

The rain poured hard on the ground. The water flowed downward towards the line of plague bodies. In the middle of the street there stood the Witcher. The Witcher had a grin on his face as he walk by the decaying body left on the street. The man had white hair, a face with line made by age and stress, and walked with a limp. A man smaller than him walk towards him.

“Do you have to do this all the time? I can’t make money this way if you keep doing this!” The man yelled
“This is only research you should be fine.”
“Well our friend says this isn’t a nice thing to do cause everyone to die.”
“The healer? Well tell her I don’t care.”
“Arthas… You’re so self center.”

The Witcher and small man parted ways one heading down the wet rocky road the other walking up the hill. The small man walk pass a crowd of people slipping though them without them noticing him. As he slipped past them he put his small cold hands into their pockets picking out items varying to gold to keys. This man was the thief. The thief was a small man. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a smooth face. He walked toward a building counting the small change he had.

“Hello sis”
“Where have you been?”
“Well I bumped into the Witcher just recently.”
“Did he say he’ll stop?”
“No.”
“No?!?”
“He doesn’t care about anyone besides him.”
“Well I can just heal every sick person who comes in here because of him.”
“Well If just doesn’t care.”

The Thief raised his hand and lit the lamp above their head. The flame was bright and made the shadow around move. The Thief looked around and then at his lifelong friend then looked away and said.
“I have to go.”
“Go where to steal more from the kingdom?”
“I got keys to try and the night is still dark!”
“Fine go outside and get yourself killed!”

The Thief look away made a face and then left. The Healer sat there in the rocking chair the Witcher made for her a long time ago. The healer turned away and brushed the hair back from her eye and then went to the back of the house. Their laid rows and rows of the sick and dying. She sat then and rewet a cloth that was on the head of a man. She sigh look away then back at the man. She then closed her eyes and opened them. But when she re-opens them they had a green flare in it. She raised her hand which had a green mist around it and put on the face of the man.

Outside the thief lift up a small coin on his necklace and said a lucky spell.
“Spirits of yesteryear show me gold appears!”
He dashed though the crowd with the people around him gasping and holding their satchel and bags. Yelling out in dismay.
“What…My gold is gone!”
“Huh…Someone took my jewels.”
“What’s going on?”

The thief then took off into a wet damp alley turning left and right until he reached a heavy damp door at the end. He reached for the handle and open the door as he went inside the smell of sulfur filled the air.

“What the heck are you doing in here Arthas?”
“Just perfecting my plague.”
“Anyway our friend still wants you to stop there’s a small pile of bodies pilling up behind our house, you’re costing us money to move the bodies, and there are now wraiths and ghost in our house.”
“Heh sorry my friend but this was my dream.”
“Your dream?!? Your dream was to kill off the entire kingdom?”
“No…Not that…My dream was to be king.”
“So you’re going to kill everyone so you can be king?”
“No…This kingdom is infected with the people who are not meant to be living, they’re rotting people who deserve to die.”
“Your becoming the same as those you hate Arthas.”
“Your killing innocent people for you own selfish needs.”
“IAM NOTHING LIKE THEM!” snapped back Arthas.
“I guess you’re really are a Witcher.”
“Your becoming old, angry, and evil every day, you should really stop doing this you’re become an old man while me, and the healer look just fine.”
“Looks don’t matter I’m still as strong as you!”
“Well yeah, anyway that’s not the point I came to say that you should stop what you’re doing.”
“Why come this far and stop now? Soon I could be king in just a few days the king guards would not be able to stop me!”
“You’re literally the most insane person I have met.”
“You mean I’m the most “Figuratively” insane person you ever met!”
“No you are really the most insane person I have ever met.”
“I’m not that crazy.”
“You the only person besides the shamans who have shrunken heads.”
“Wouldn’t that make the shamans crazy too?”
“Never mind I’m leaving come get me when you kill the king.”
“With do time my friend with due time.”

Use a number 2 pencil not a number 3 on tests.

USE! A NUMBER 2 PENCIL!!!

soo you know why they are evil