Celeste always felt she was meant for greatness, even though she was born out of tragedy.
Celeste born and raised in Kaer Morhen, after her mother, Vesemir's one true love, passed away after birth.
In honor of Celeste's mother, Vesemir raised the l...
Author's note: I'm so sorry I took so long to update, I've been in a very dark place, I went to lollapalooza to see the Foo Fighters, my favorite band which I do write fanfictions too, and well...my worst nightmare came true, what I could never imagine happened, Taylor Hawkins passed away. So I'm just in a really, really, really bad place, I hope you guys understand :( But I'm getting better and soon there will be more updates! Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy the chapter.
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"If everything could ever be this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when"
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"Are you sure they won't find us here?" Geralt said following the path Celeste pointed out.
"The only person who knows where I live is Alma" Celeste said, her chin resting on Geralt's shoulder as she held onto his waist, the two of them riding toward Celeste's house "One thing I learned for witchers is to never put your guard down".
