A brittle dawn light filtered through Kaer Morhen's narrow windows as Geralt of Rivia, Eskel, Jacob, Dick, and Vicky assembled in the laboratory courtyard. The fortress was still, save for the soft creak of wooden shutters and distant howls of wind through the mountain passes. Today marked the beginning of the final preparations: a series of preliminary trials designed to test mind, body, and magic before the true Trial of the Grasses.
Vesemir stood before them, arms folded beneath his long grey cloak. Visenna hovered beside him, her calm presence a counterpoint to the tension rippling through the young candidates.
"Today you face three trials," Vesemir announced, voice echoing in the stone courtyard. "Endurance, Focus, and Alchemical Tolerance. You must pass all three to proceed to the ultimate Trial of the Grasses."
Visenna stepped forward and presented each candidate with a small silver circlet—enchanted to measure heart rate, magical output, and toxin levels. "Wear these," she instructed. "They alert us to dangerous thresholds." She fastened Geralt's with a mother's care. "Remember your training. Breathe. Focus."
The first test began on the frost-hardened track outside the courtyard. A series of obstacles—fallen logs, low walls, slick stones—formed a winding course nearly a kilometer long. They were to complete it twice, fully armed, while carrying sixty pounds of weighted gear.
"Go!" Vesemir's command cut through the silence.
Geralt led the charge, his enhanced strength and stamina—bolstered by Body Fortification serums—allowing him to vault walls and bound across slippery stones with ease. Eskel's methodical stride kept pace, Jacob adapted his footing mid-run to avoid hazards, Dick maintained steady breathing, and Vicky, though smaller, used precise footwork learned from months of training. When they crossed the finish line in under fourteen minutes—a record for their age—they staggered but smiled through labored breaths.
"Exceptional," Vesemir praised. "Few adults could match that."
Visenna nudged Geralt gently. "Your heart rate stabilized quickly. A good sign."
Next came a test of mental acuity. In a dimly lit chamber, each candidate faced a disc of elder wood etched with shifting magical runes. They had forty seconds to decipher a spell sequence using only their Signs—inefficient casting risked injury from misaligned currents.
Geralt studied the runes, his newly honed intellect racing through possibilities. He traced the pattern of lines with his finger, whispering incantations under his breath. Then, extending his hand, he cast Axii to calm the swirling wards, followed by Yrden to stabilize the runes. The disc glowed golden—success.
Eskel and Jacob followed with swift Sign variations, while Vicky combined Quen and Aard to produce a balanced protective pattern. Dick, the last, paused longer but wove a precise Ignis Charm before activating the sequence. Each rune flared green, signaling mastery.
"Focus is every witcher's anchor," Vesemir reminded them. "Well done."
Visenna met Geralt's gaze. "Your clarity is remarkable. Your Clarity Serums are holding strong."
That night, Geralt and Visenna shared a private vigil in the laboratory. The empty cages of the final mouse trials lined one wall; his wolf-school sword and his mother's alchemical instruments lined another.
Visenna poured two cups of warm herb tea. "You've will grow into a fine witcher," she said softly. "Your strength, your focus… I worried you might pay too high a price for secret enhancements. But you've shown me balance."
Geralt touched the vials of serums and the silver circlet on the table. "Your guidance made the difference, Mother. Without you, I'd be lost in shadows."
Visenna's eyes glistened. "Tomorrow I may lose you to the mutagens' pain. I pray destiny guides you back safely."
Geralt took her hand. "I will return. Because of what you taught me—strength not just in body, but in heart. In love."
She drew him into an embrace, her heart pounding with both fear and pride. In the flickering lamplight, mother and son stood united against the trials ahead, their bond deepened by every shared sacrifice. Outside, the mountain wind howled—a reminder that their path would not be easy. But together, they would face whatever the Trial of the Grasses demanded.
And in that quiet moment, love became both shield and guiding star as Geralt prepared for the crucible that would seal his destiny as a witcher of the School of the Wolf.
After 7 days the Trial of the Grasses broke crisp and clear over Kaer Morhen. Geralt, Eskel, Jacob, Dick, and Vicky emerged from the chamber one by one, each steady on trembling legs but whole. The body-fortification potions they'd taken over the past years had bolstered their resilience, ensuring no candidate faltered under the mutagens' strain.
Visenna stood at the chamber doorway, eyes bright with relief. When Geralt stepped into the morning light, she rushed forward, gathering him in her arms. "My son," she whispered, "you've done it."
Geralt felt exhaustion and exhilaration coursing through him. "We all did." He turned to his friends, each bearing cat like eyes, and an unspoken bond forged in shared ordeal.
Vesemir joined them, ushering the survivors into the courtyard. "You have passed the Trial of the Grasses," he proclaimed. "No casualty, no surrender—only triumph. You stand reborn as witchers of the School of the Wolf."
As smoke from the warming brazier drifted upward, the five candidates stood tall. Their transformation was complete—stronger, faster, more perceptive. But beyond the physical changes, each bore an unbreakable connection to the others and to the mother who had guided them.
Visenna pressed a hand to each cheek in turn. "You are my legacy," she said softly. "Your strength comes from science and magic, but your courage comes from the love we share."
Geralt caught her gaze and nodded. "Your love saved us."
After 5 days of passing trail of grasses, Vesemir led them to the practice yard for witcher sign demonstration and teaching how to use it in combat.
Witchers of the Wolf School are known for blending swordplay with sign usage, creating a versatile and dynamic combat style. Here's how you can effectively use these tools:
Control the Battlefield: Use Aard to knock humans or light monsters off their feet, allowing for an instant finishing move. Yrden is indispensable against wraiths, as it makes them vulnerable to silver swords.
Prioritize Defense: Quen is often considered the most important sign. Casting it before a fight provides a safety net against unexpected heavy blows, especially on higher difficulty settings.
Exploit Weaknesses: Many monsters are vulnerable to fire, making Igni highly effective. Its Melt Armor upgrade also increases damage from your sword attacks.
Start with Axii: Investing in the Delusion upgrade early is highly recommended, as it frequently provides experience point bonuses and non-violent solutions in dialogue throughout the game
For next 2 years all 5 witcher practiced alchemy , sign and after 2 year they all together passed trail of Medallion.