#thewitcher3

The day had been long, endlessly long. The rain hadn’t stopped for a single moment, and the chill of this late summer day had seeped into everything, just like the rain itself. She felt soaked to the bone, it was almost impossible to not shiver. She was used to journeys like this, to weather like this, but tonight felt different. The sun was beginning to set, and on the horizon, following the pier where waves crashed violently, the outline of Aretuza was slowly taking shape.

Mounted on a tall black horse, the hooded figure could finally see the end of her journey. This was the twenty-fifth day she had spent riding, only to return here, back to the place that had raised her, the one she had left ten years ago. Deep in her stomach, unease was starting to grow, twisting slowly with each step of her horse. Coming back here had been her last resort. Perhaps, after all, the hardest part was only just beginning...

Okay! So I'm back with Tissaria content! This time my sweet darling convinced me to write back Aria's Lore that i was keeping for myself, i will post here and on Ao3 !