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Italy, January 1500

The sixteenth century had begun. Perseus had returned to his manor after the death of his old friend and mentor Geralt. He had mourned for the old witcher for the last few years, but now it was time to get back to work.

Perseus had heard from many civilians of a strange cave just a few miles south of his manor. According to the civilians the cave made strange noises and would glow a dark blue. And so, Perseus decided to investigate this cave.

Walking through the countryside, Perseus searched for the strange cave that he had heard of. According to many that had told him of it, they had experienced visions and seen many things that they did not understand. He wanted to get to the bottom of it.

As Perseus walked through the rolling hills to the cave, he pondered on what could be there. Was it some form of monster or witch? Was it a deity or a demon? He hoped that whatever it was, it could be killed or at the very least, fought against and defeated.

Soon the witcher came upon the cave. It glowed with an unnatural, dark, blueish-black light. Perseus drew his silver sword and entered the cave. He walked through the cave, the only light allowing him to see being the dark blue light. Soon he came to the center of the cave and in the center was a massive blue orb.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"It is what can tell you your fate."

Perseus spun around to face three old hags. The one standing in the center held an eyeball. These three were legends among the Greeks and their mythology. They were the three Fates.

"The Fates, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hello Perseus. We are here to show you the future. Your future, yet not your future."

"What the fuck does that mean."

"You shall soon see. Approach the sphere."

With that Perseus sheathed his blade and walked to the sword. As his right hand touched the sphere, there was a great flash of light and then he began to see visions. He could tell that these visions were otherworldly as he viewed them.

He first saw himself, although dressed differently. This Perseus wore a long, Victorian style coat and wore a tricorne hat. In his right hand he held a sword that seemed to be made from multiple metals, and in his left he held a flintlock pistol. The tricorne wearing Perseus was slaying some form of beasts, his eyes filled with insanity.

The next vision was even more strange to the witcher. This version of him had white, unruly hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a black trench coat and had a large broadsword on his back. In his hands were two handguns and he could be seen firing the two weapons into a horde of demons.

Next he saw a version of him in simple clothes. No weapons appeared to be on him. However, even as Perseus thought this the vision of him shifted form, turning into a large demon. This demon inflicted pure terror, Perseus could feel it, even through a vision.

Once again the vision shifted, and Perseus saw the strangest him yet. This version was dressed in black chrome-like armor and had eyes that were sulfuric yellow. In his right hand he held a silver, metal cylinder. Even as Perseus watched the vision pressed a button on the cylinder and a red blade appeared.

The visions shifted to an image that Perseus could feel was more malevolent than any of the others as he looked into the visions black and white eyes. This him stood tall, six feet, and held a massive greatsword in the style of a claymore. This sword was longer than any blade the witcher had seen before. Its blade was five and a half feet long and was eight inches wide at the base of the blade. With the hilt added, the sword was taller than the Perseus in the vision. It was not made entirely of metal however, it was some form of bone and metal alloy, and was tinted red. The sword glowed red/black with unholy power.

And finally, Perseus came to the final vision, he himself stood with the five others, fighting together. As quickly as he had seen these images they vanished from his mind, leaving him in the cave once again.

"What was that? What the fuck was that?" Perseus yelled as the blue light began to fade. He turned around to glare at the Fates once again yelling out his question. For a moment the four beings stood in silence. Then the fates spoke.

"There are many realities beside this one Perseus. What you saw was yourself, but not yourself."

"You mean I saw me in these other realities, other dimensions."

"Precisely."

"Why were we fighting together in the last one? What entity would need that many, well, me's to fight?"

"I'm afraid we cannot answer that Perseus. We can only show you what is to be, not tell you how to prepare for it."

"How could you show me this anyway?"

"We are fate itself, Perseus. We are one of the few constants throughout the dimensions."

"So what do I do now?"

"Continue with your life Perseus, but prepare for the coming storm. That is the reason we have shown you these visions. So that you can be ready."

"So be it. Thank you for your assistance. No matter how useless it is."

With that the witcher left the cave, even as the fates seemingly vanished. He trudged back up the path to his manor. Was what he had seen reality, or the Fates fucking with him. He could not tell right now. However, something told him he should take the Fates advise.

North American East coast, 1540

Forty years have passed since Perseus had met the Fates and had his visions. In that time he had come to the Americas and taken some property. Here he built a manor, similar to his manor in Italy.

This manor stood in an area not far from what would come to be known as Manhattan. Perseus stood in his future, or past depending on how one looks at it, home land.

While Perseus saw Italy as his home, he couldn't help but see this land as his home as well. He lived as part of both country's. They were both his home. He could not let one or the other go. He loved them both too much.

He had come here to see his original homeland. To him it was as beautiful as the rolling hills of Italy. The great wooded forests of what would be the future new England. He had built his manor in these great forests. He had built it so that he would not encounter civilization and that he could have peace.

Turning away from the balcony he was on he went inside and into his study. Here he had a library as expansive as his one in Italy. He had been studying many things as he had taken the Fates advice. While he did not know what he should prepare for he knew to prepare for it.

He had kept up his practice of blacksmithing and had become an expert in the art. Besides that he had bought a firearm to practice with. Unfortunately for the witcher, his unnatural strength would crush the butt of the gun when he would fire it.

If he ever wanted to use a firearm he would have to have it custom made to survive his grip. Despite this setback the witcher was determined to own and use a firearm. Not only was it becoming one of the major weapons used by armies, but he knew a little of guns in the future.

He knew that firearms would one day become the main weapon of self-defence and of the worlds armies. With this little knowledge of the future he knew that he had to become familiar with the weapon.

Despite all of this this, the witcher had yet to buy a custom weapon. It would be a few decades before he would do this, and in that time he would continue his exploits in the world and this new land.

In the meantime the witcher set off to the nearest settlement. It was a small unnamed town that would be lost to history. However, the witcher loved this village. It had little in the name of traders and such, but it produced more than enough food.

The witcher had brought steel and iron with him from the old world. He used this to forge tools and weapons for this small village. He would then trade the tools for much needed supplies and food.

As the witcher neared the village, he could see a large amount of smoke rising from it. In the village a war party of native-Americans could be seen attacking. Drawing his steel sword the witcher charged in to try and defend the civilians.

His sword clashed against the tomahawk of the man he charged. The witcher quickly overpowered the man and slew him. Grabbing the man's tomahawk he threw the weapon into the forehead of one of the attackers.

Within the next thirty seconds the witcher killed nearly thirty-five men. His wrath was great as he slaughtered his enemies. In the end all that littered the village was corpses, the people who lived there and their attackers, dead.

Perseus sheathed his sword and turned, walking away from the scene of dead corpses and burning buildings. Walking away from the scene of carnage. Everywhere that the witcher went he would see death and destruction.

It did not matter if he was in a time of peace or of war. There would always be this carnage and violence. He had always hoped that he would see the end of war, but now the witcher was starting to believe he would never see it.

He walked down the dirt trail back to his manor. His armor was covered in the blood of his enemies. His face had a shroud of darkness over it. He had seen people that he had come to know be slaughtered. He would not let it stand.

Turning from the trail to his home, he began his hunt for the tribe that had murdered his friends. They would all die, he vowed, he would kill them for their sins. Soon he came upon a small group of people. The symbols that had been with the war party clear as day.

As soon as he saw the symbol he began his slaughter. Any who got in his way died. Only the women and children were spared his wrath. All others however, were massacred. As he marched through killing all blood seemed to run the paths as a red river. Soon he reached the chief and his guards. Aiming his sword at them in a clear challenge.

He ran forward his sword flashing as the first of the four guards was decapitated his blood covering the walls. The other three guards and the chief were amazed by this man's speed. Perseus continued his forward charge, stabbing the next guard in the chest.

Leaving his sword in the man he grabbed the next guard moving him in the way of the last guard's tomahawk. As the guard died, he grabbed his tomahawk and threw it into the final guard's chest a shower of blood erupting. He turned to the chief, shaking in rage.

The chief stood drawing his tomahawk as Perseus drew his silver sword. However, Perseus threw his blade to the floor and raised his fists instead. The chief was amazed, but he wanted an honorable fight. Throwing his weapon down he too raised his fists.

The two began to engage in an extremely fast paced fist fight. But the end was only inevitable. Perseus eventualy got through the chief guard, and in a show of strength, broke the man's right arm in one, quick, movement.

The chief backed away as he held his arm yelling in agony. Perseus gave him no time to recover as he raced forward and punched the chief in the chest. His arm went straight through the chiefs left lung.

Now barely able to breath the chief fell slowly dying. Perseus turned and grabbed his two swords the silver he simply picked up. The steel he wrenched from the chest it was buried in. As he pulled it out a large amount of blood followed, further drenching Perseus and the area in it.

Perseus sheathed the swords and left. He continued on his way to his manor. The massacre he had committed would be remembered by the women and children for the rest of their days. For he had left none alive and he had left the area drenched in blood. Some had been covered in the blood of their fathers, husbands, and brothers.

It was a truly traumatizing experience for many of the children and women. But Perseus did not care. He was angry, beyond angry, he was furious. Their people had gone and slaughtered others, they had done wrong. So he had shown them how it feels.

Soon he arrived back at his manor. He gathered his belongings and began to head east. It was time for him to take a boat back to Europe. It was time for him to return to the wars of man.

So its a bit shorter than usual, sorry. Also sorry for the long wait. The hiatus I spoke of is finally coming. It will start in December. I'm sorry. But I will be releasing all the books for the darkverse this month. That means all the Percys in this chapter will have their own book so look out for that. I may be releasing one more chapter for Novigrad, I don't know. Until then, read and review.