Ciri witcher 3 - 101

in a land of swords and sorcery's might, Lived a girl with a destiny bright. Born a princess in Cintra's great hall, Her name was Ciri, brave and tall.

Her mother, Pavetta, lost to the sea, Her father, Emhyr, though, would one day be free. Ruler of Nilfgaard, with power and grace, But for many years, he hid his face.

Ciri's path was one of woe, From the ruins of Cintra, she had to go. With elder blood in her veins so pure, Her fate was tangled, of that be sure.

She trained with Geralt, the Witcher wise, Learning to fight, to never disguise. Through worlds unknown, she had to tread, Fleeing from those who wished her dead.

Her powers grew, her courage did too, Through trials and battles, her strength she knew. With portals to travel and sword in hand, She fought for justice in every land.

Her father, Emhyr, now emperor grand, Sought to find her, across the land. Yet Ciri, fierce and free as the wind, Followed her path, where it would begin.

A warrior, a leader, with destiny's light, Ciri's journey, a tale of might. From princess to Witcher, her story is told, In legends of yore, her spirit bold