Capítulo 24: Chapter 1: The Prodigal Witcher
Eryk stood at the edge of a dense forest, his silver hair gently rustling in the breeze. It had been years since he left the Wolf School and embarked on his own path as a witcher. But now, something was calling him back to his roots.
He had received a message from an old friend, Lambert, inviting him to a meeting of witchers at the Wolf School fortress. Eryk felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he stepped forward, making his way through the towering trees toward the familiar stronghold.
As he entered the courtyard of the fortress, Eryk was greeted by the sight of other witchers gathered there. Among them was Lambert, his face weathered by years of monster hunting, and Vesemir, the wise and experienced mentor to many young witchers.
"Eryk! It's been too long," Lambert exclaimed, clapping him on the back. "Glad you could make it."
Eryk nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I couldn't resist the call. What's this all about?"
Vesemir stepped forward, his commanding presence drawing the attention of the gathered witchers. "We have a grave matter to discuss," he said, his voice filled with authority. "Reports have been pouring in about an ancient evil stirring in the forgotten lands of Velen. Villagers are disappearing, and there are rumors of a powerful curse spreading through the region."
Eryk's eyes narrowed. Velen was a place of dark legends and dangerous creatures. He had avoided it in his travels, but now it seemed he couldn't escape its clutches.
"We need a team to investigate and put an end to this menace," Vesemir continued. "We need the best of the best."
Eryk looked around at the other witchers, their hardened faces reflecting a mixture of determination and uncertainty. He knew he had the skills to face this challenge, but did he have the will to return to a life he had left behind?
Without hesitation, he raised his hand. "I'll go. I'm ready to face whatever awaits us."
Lambert smirked. "Well, well, look who's come crawling back to the pack."
Eryk met Lambert's gaze, his expression unwavering. "I may have strayed from the path, but I've never forgotten where I came from. I'm still a witcher at heart."
Vesemir nodded approvingly. "Good. We'll need your skills, Eryk. The journey to Velen won't be easy, but together, we have a chance."
And so, the group of witchers set out on their journey to Velen, riding through rugged terrain and weathering treacherous storms. As they approached the cursed lands, a sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air. The once fertile landscapes had turned desolate, with dilapidated villages and haunted forests stretching as far as the eye could see.
Their first encounter with the cursed creatures came as they reached a decrepit village. The residents, possessed by the curse, attacked the witchers with a ferocity that belied their human forms. Eryk's sword sang through the air, his movements precise and lethal. He drew upon his years of training, dispatching the cursed beings with calculated strikes.
As they delved deeper into the heart of Velen, they uncovered the truth behind the curse. A powerful sorcerer named Morvath had unleashed an ancient relic, the Heartstone, which corrupted the land and its inhabitants. Their mission became clear—to locate the Heartstone and find a way to destroy it.
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