A lone Witcher on horseback encounters a glowing blue ghost in a dark, rainy, ruined village.

n the misty valley of Dol Angra, Geralt of Rivia rode through rain toward Ravengaard, a haunted village at the border. Locals spoke of a wraith haunting the ruins of a temple once devoted to Melitele. That night, under a pale moon, he followed the chill through broken stones and found her—a ghostly woman weeping above an altar. “They burned me for loving the wrong man,” she whispered, her voice like wind through ash. Geralt saw pain, not malice. He sheathed his sword, offering peace instead of death. “I forgive you,” he said softly. The wraith smiled, fading into silver mist. At dawn, the fog lifted, and the air grew still. A child asked, “Was it a monster, witcher?” Geralt looked toward the ruins, weary eyes reflecting the rising sun. “No,” he said quietly. “Just someone waiting too long to be remembered.” Then he rode on, leaving behind silence, rain, and one more forgotten story of war and sorrow. See more