Is it Destiny? (Geralt x reader)

Chapter One.

   
    The air of the forest was cold and damp as (y/n) followed the outskirts of the main trail to get to the next village. She had been traveling village to village looking for bounties to salvage to make her living. (Y/n) and her trusted companion Alpine reached their next village. Alpine was a white wolf, found and raised by (y/n) since she found her near the river bed on her hunt years ago. Since then she took care of the wolf and the wolf took care of her.

    She tugged on the hood of her cloak, making sure it was covering her face, as she and her friend entered the village and searched for a place to get information about any bounties. Naturally, she headed to the main tavern of the village. She sent Alpine to go scout the area and run around freely and hunt since she could not take the wolf in with her. Upon entry, the tavern was filled with mostly men drinking away their life, even in broad daylight. She scowled in disgust at the scent of humans, especially drunk men. (Y/n) also cringed at the noise level for she was very sensitive to sound. She headed towards the corner of the bar counter and sat down. With her hood still covering her features, she orders bread and water. It had been a while since she last remembered a proper meal. The barkeeper looked at her suspicious and hesitated to take her order until she shot him a glare.

    (Y/n) (y/l) is— special—or rare, as some may label it. She was a female Witcher. She was the only one of seven tested that survived. Some may see her as a failed mutation— being a female to be a Witcher— and all see her as the most ruthless one of them all. Monster is what they easily labeled her. Unlike male Witchers, she was said to have lost sense of all emotions or feelings. Wiped clean like a blank slate. It made her all the better for hunting and killing, not so good with interacting with humans. She did have similarities with other Witchers though, to be created she could create no more; the balance of chaos had to be maintained. Ever since birth she had been abandoned and left to die until a Witcher took pity among her and took her off the streets, or so she has been told. She didn't have much memory about her past. She only remembered her brooding life at the School of Wolf, training and surviving.

    She lets out a short sigh as she waits for her order to come through when she hears the tavern doors opening and the humans hushing down. As much as she appreciated the now quiet tavern, she felt a familiar feeling and she glances up from the bar to see who the unexpected guest was. (Y/n)'s eyes widened slightly seeing a tall figure standing before her. She knew the scent was that of familiar. It was another Witcher. She couldn't help but stare at the tall intimidating figure with a hood to cover his white hair. She knew she had been staring for too long when the other Witcher noticed her stares. (Y/n) quickly turned away and looked down at the table. She order had also been placed before her to her luck and she sat and started to eat the dry but warm bread. She mentally melted at the taste of sweet yet salty warm bread, but this was interrupted by the comments the humans made towards the Witcher when he just wanted directions to the Alderman's house.

    Without knowing why (y/n) felt drawn towards this Witcher. In her lifetime she met a few Witchers passing through towns but never one to provoke such feeling. It was all new to her and slightly overwhelmed her. (Y/n) couldn't help but unconsciously glance up at the Witcher from moment to moment. The Witcher calmly asked for the alderman's house again, his voice low and gruff yet soothing to her ears. Another mortal then stood up and walked over to the tall figure, spitting out insults to him. It was well expected that humans would act this way, so it wasn't news to (y/n). It was either they cowered in fear in their presence, or shout insults attempting to look tough. The barkeeper then tells the Witcher to leave.

"Go. On your own or at the end of a rope, your choice." The barkeeper gave the Witcher the choice. 'They are not going to let you off easily Witcher..' (y/n) thought as she took a sip of her water to wash down the bread. The Witcher then chooses to leave and turns around before being stopped by the other man.