My fan fiction is based on a book series called ”The Witcher” which are made by polish author Andrzej Sapkowski. The series follows a professional monster killer, Geralt, who travels across the lands of Northern Kingdoms and The Empire of Nilfgaard. Geralt is not a traditional hero, and isn’t clearly good or evil.

One chilly morning, in the shady town of Flotsam, a nice little town indeed, the silence of the night was broken when a  wretched scream echoed in the village. One unfortunate thing there is in this town, as it is in all parts of the realm… Racism is easily seen around towns. Dwarves and elves live in slums and they are poorly treated among humans. Not to mention their own controversies. This morning the city guards punished one of the blacksmiths, a dwarf, on the town square because of him not being able to pay enough taxes.                                                                                                                              Geralt, ”The White Wolf”, as they call him, woke up recovered from the long trip he had made before arriving in Flotsam yesterday. He yawned as he rised from the bed and looked for his clothes and money purse. He only found the former… That treacherous woman! But no wise man would keep all of his belongings in one place, so Geralt had given most of his money and his weapons, except the dagger he keeps with him in case he needs to use it. Geralt dressed up and headed downstairs where the inn keeper was viewing some papers, consisting mail and reports from the staff. He was quite a short old man with a long brown beard and hair. He had big round glasses and was quite sturdy. He didn’t seem to pay any attention to Geralt when he walked across the lobby. Geralt cleared his throat as he stopped before the inn keeper’s desk, who looked at him under his glasses.                                                                                                                               ”May I get my belongings from the safe?”, Geralt asked.                                                 ”Yes, of course”, the inn keeper answered hastily and rose from his bench and walked to the door of the storage room, picked the right key from his keyring and opened the lock. He entered the room. A moment later he came back with a sack, a bag, and two scabbards. The other contained a sword made of steel, and the other a sword made of silver, meant to be more effective against magical creatures. The sack was filled with coins and the bag was used to carry Geralt’s other equipment.
”Who are you gonna kill with those?”, the inn keeper asked with a grin on his face.         ”Do I look like a mercenary?”, Geralt answered with a deep firm voice and began to walk towards the front door. He opened the door and left the inn without saying anything else.