The Witcher: My Own Path

Before we knew it we were almost surrounded, half a moon of dh'oine bastards equipped with thick steel breastplates and crossbows, each aimed at one of us, and in the middle of them stood the gassed Talon dog we had come for. However, it turned out that they were the ones who had come for us, I look around at the faces of these thugs, but I don't see among them the one who escaped earlier and who probably alerted everyone if he managed to get out of the sewers, and if by some miracle we survive, we are finished anyway, news of our little raid on their base will spread throughout the city. I look around at our people, I see fear, almost resignation in their eyes, I don't blame them, the situation really looks bad.

''If I were them, I would drop my weapon!''

The Talon! I would recognise that voice and that face anywhere, nothing has changed since the last time I saw him, dirty blond hair tied up in a ponytail, brown eyes, crooked nose probably broken several times and a scar on his left cheek.

I wondered if we were going to listen or attack, I looked at Tyr, our captain, I saw him staring at Talon with his green eyes, then he turned to us and nodded, Gavorn was the first to drop his weapon, I didn't understand why, we could still fight, but when one weapon fell, they all started, like domino cubes.

''Mhmm... and what do we have here? A bunch of obdurates with pointy ears and lowlanders or dwarves, I can never tell you bugs apart, but you know what? It doesn't fucking matter and you're all vapid non-humans to me anyway, aha but that's not everyone, is it our little star?''

He walked over to Tyr and started looking at him carefully,

''If you made this outfit and sword yourself, then you really are a genius, as the rumour goes, until you feel sorry to kill you.''

Just looking at his ugly face makes me want to vomit. I was already about to say something to him, but the captain raised his hand, signalling me to stop, I don't understand why, but... His face is still as calm as it was during the fight.

''Isn't that our little Miriam?'' This time he turned to me.

''How are you, the last time we saw each other was a long time ago, can you remind me?''

I couldn't hold back any longer, there was nothing I wanted more than to wipe that fake smile off his face

''Rok, you son of a bitch!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

''Hahahaha! …agh my Miriam don't be like that, if you had calmly knelt in front of me the previous day and done what you elf whores are good at, I wouldn't have had to break your brother like a twig.''

''Ahahaha!''

''All his people started laughing. I felt like I was going to throw myself at him and rip him to shreds. I swear I'll get revenge one day, even if I have to stalk him after death.'' I swore in my heart.

''But that's not important now, what's important is that because of you, our whole operation in the monastery district could go to hell, which would greatly displease my bosses, so to appease them a little, I'm going to hand them your heads on a silver platter, starting with you, little star.''

He looked at Tyr.

''But before that, I wonder how you got into this, they still understand, our relationship is a bit strained so they can take revenge, but you? What business do you have in this? Unless... you wanted to show everyone what a great hero you are by getting rid of the evil fisstech trafficking gang, am I right? Hahaha! What a naive person you are, you don't know how the world really works, do you? Too bad you won't find out anyway…''

One minute he was laughing and the next he got serious, I knew the jokes were over, he looked at me and said:

''Your end is inevitable, but don't worry, before you die, me and my people will have fun with you, and as for you… ''Hero'''' he turned to Tyr.

''We also have those who like boys, so before you die you will understand what a mistake you made coming here.''

So, this is the end, I thought. This is how my life ends… do I regret anything? No! I could have lived in shame and anger, without trying to take revenge for the wrongs my brother had suffered, but would that really be living? I couldn't take revenge, but at least I took those bastards with me. Ahh... I'm scared, I'm scared of death and I'm scared of the pain that will take me there... I close my eyelids in anticipation of my end. But I see nothing, I only hear...

''Kill them!''

(After a while)

What, why can't I feel anything? I open my eyes and... they're standing! All the bolts are standing still, floating in the air, stopped, as if frozen in time, about a metre from the target, but why...?! I saw Tyr with his left hand stretched out in front of him, the one he always kept at his back.

''Magician! groaned The Talon, and his eyes almost came out of their sockets.

''But how...?! Kill him! What the fuck else are you rams waiting for, kill him!'' he shouted in horror.

I continued to watch the captain as he gently and slowly turned the hand with which he had stopped the crossbow bolts, with the interior upwards, and then raised it. As if on command the bolts flew upwards, hitting the vaulted catacombs, and then he stretched his right hand out in front of him, catching the air and drawing it towards him, but it was not the air he drew, but all the crossbows flew out of the hands of the bandits, stunning everyone, and Tyr drew his great sword in front of him.

Tyr's magnificent sword, which was still lying on the ground a moment ago, rose to his hand, as if at the summons of its master, He, who only a second ago was standing about two metres away from me, disappeared, leaving only a black mist behind him, the air had cooled a few degrees, it was cold and unpleasant, but that was not the worst of it. The rage! I felt an overwhelming rage around me, the feeling was almost palpable, and then it happened, slaughter, slaughter, whatever you want to call it. Limbs, arms, legs and heads were chopped off, blood splashed on the stone floor and walls. He and his sword, once gleaming like silver, now all stained with human blood. But this time he was different, his face was calm, but his eyes, eyes glittering gold and scarlet, stared at their target and eliminated him, swift as lightning, until there was no one left but Talon, he tried to retreat, but stumbled, fell on his back, but still tried to walk away from this storm of rage.

''No, please don't kill me... I'll do anything you want, Mr. Magic, I'll give you everything I have!''

''Magic? Don't insult me... I am the Dark Lord of the Sith!''

Tyr, if it was still him, tucked the sword back into its scabbard, but just when I thought he had spared it, he stretched his right hand out in front of him again, catching air, I noticed his face tighten and his hands reach for his throat, as if trying to grab something that was there. He began to slowly rise into the air, still scratching and screaming, when he was high enough, he began to vomit and kick his legs, trying to beg for his life, but it wasn't to be, then I realised he was being suffocated by an invisible power, effortlessly, in an invisible grip crushing his throat. Tyr's fingers curled more and more into a fist and then I heard a crack, the snap of his neck and the jaws of his throat being crushed, he was no longer jerking, he was hanging lifelessly in the air.

I don't know how long it had been since we had met in the prostitute's flat, but in that time, I had experienced many emotions. I was killing and I thought I was going to die myself, and yet here I was standing, all right, and my enemy was dead. I realised that I was afraid of death and pain, but today I learnt an even more important lesson, I learnt that I was most afraid of Tyr!