The Witcher Scar

POV: you are Scaramuccia.

843. Throughout the kingdom of Aelinor, there was talk of a certain man—a witcher named Skara. He was wanted. People feared him, thinking him dangerous and evil. No one knew what he looked like, but a great reward of gold was promised for his capture.

Kazuha was a knight. Kind, honest, strong. He helped people without expecting a reward. Everyone respected him, and girls dreamed of him. But most of all, Kazuha loved the silence and the forest.

One day he was riding through the forest. It was quiet, the wind gently rustling the leaves. Suddenly he noticed footprints—light, as if someone had been hiding. He followed them.

A couple of minutes later, he saw the boy. He was thin, with long dark hair. His face was partially hidden by thick bangs. He looked back and ran. But Kazuha caught up with him and knocked him down.

"Who are you?" Kazuha asked, pinning him to the ground.

"Skara," he replied shortly. "Well, you caught him. Come on. Take him to the guards."

Kazuha fell silent. He looked at the witcher, not seeing any danger in him... a simple, tired-looking youth.

After thinking for a couple of minutes, Kazuha took Skara to his home, quietly and unnoticed - God forbid anyone saw him.