𝔊𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔒𝔣 ℜ𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔞 ℑ𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 (ℌ𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔶 ℭ𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩) ON HOLD

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕣 𝕆𝕗 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒

It was just a normal evening at the Inn. I haven't seen Geralt in about six months, his promise for a cure being non-existent.

I didn't hold anything against him though. He was searching for something that doesn't exist.

I was wiping down a table when it happened.

Two Cintrian guards burst into the Inn, their faces contorted in panic. That's when I heard the chaos outside. I frowned, gripping the rag in my hand.

"Cintra is under attack! Nilfgaard has breached!"

One guard cries out before the one behind him is impaled through the chest.

His blood splatters onto the guard in front of him and that's when the frantic starts.

"GET OUT!!"

The remaining guard yells before he and the patrons at the Inn flee with him. The owner curses before reaching for his axe.

"I'm not leaving my Inn to the Nilfgaard scum!"

He exclaims and I frown as I watch him down an entire tankard of ale.

Suddenly, another guards strolls in, followed by another, both Nilfgaard soilders.

I gasp as they move straight for the Inn owner.

"Come on, you fuckers!"

He screams and they quickly approach him, wasting no time in running their blades through his body.

I gasp, a startled cry coming out of my mouth. My brain kicks in and I move quickly. I flee the Inn, taking to the ruined streets.

Death, blood and cries were everywhere I looked. I turn my head to the right at the sound of a thud. A whimper leaves my mouth at the sight of Queen Calanthe on the ground, her neck snapped.

"NO!! PLEASE!! MUMMY!!"

I thrust my head to the left to see a woman struggling to keep her Daughter from being taken by a Nilfgaard solider.

"HEY!!"

I yell, running over to the solider. I crash into him, the force causing me to drop to the ground.

In the distraction, the Mother takes her child and flees, leaving a very angry solider in their wake. He turns to me with venom in his eyes.

He thrusts his sword down and it goes through my shoulder. I cry out in pain. He pulls the sword back with a grin.

"Take that, you little bitch!"

He spits before turning and walking away.

I groan and grip my shoulder as blood seeps from the wound.

It isn't long before my head feels heavy and my eyes close.

🐺

When I open my eyes again, I am on the ground, metres away from the Inn.

All is quiet, which worried me because it meant that either Nilfgaard killed everyone in Cintra or that they took whoever survived and left.

My shoulder was severely painful and I could barely move it. Dried blood covered my blouse and the wound was still slightly bleeding.

I felt extremely light headed, but, I knew that I had to get up and stem the bleeding.

With a wheeze and a groan, I heave myself up. A bout of dizziness has me gripping the side of a building to stop myself toppling over again.

"Fuck."

I hiss and lift my head up. I could see the woods from here and I could only hope that the Healer survived the attack.

I push off the building and stagger my way through what remained of Cintra, my home.

I pass the borders after a while and begin my slow journey through the grass.

However, the light-headedness proved to be too much for me to bare and I topple to the ground, letting out a desperate cry. My eyes begin to close again.

"Y/N?"

My eyes shoot open. My vision is obscured by a huge shadow. When my vision corrects, I sigh in relief.

"Geralt?"

He hums and kneels before me, his brows pulled down into a deep frown.

"Where are you hurt?"

He asks and I groan, attempting to move my shoulder, but, to no avail.

"Shoulder. Nilfgaard soilder stabbed me."

I say, beginning my eyes not to close again. Geralt moves his hand to my shoulder, his eyes darkening when he sees the damage.

"Fuck."

He curses.

"I need the Healer. She's a few miles away."

I say, attempting to sit up, only to have Geralt force me back down.

"She's gone. The cabin is in flames."

He says and my heart drops. I sigh and turn my head to the side.

"I'm screwed then."

I try to joke, but, end up coughing, causing pain to my shoulder.

"My potions won't work on you."

He says. I scoff and turn my head back to face him.

"I'm dead either way from the blood loss. At least you can confirm that theory."

I say, my eyes threatening to close. A hear a rustle before a hand is behind my neck and another is guiding a vial to my lips.

"Drink up."

Geralt says and I happily accept the liquid. It tastes foul and burns the back of my throat.

Geralt gently lowers my head back down.

And we wait.

We didn't have to wait long, for I started to feel less pain from my shoulder until it vanished completely.

My strength immediately returns and I sit up.

"Easy."

Geralt demands and I go straight to my wound, only to see it non-existent.

When I eye Geralt, his eyes are wide as they stare at my shoulder. He tilts his head to the side before his eyes find mine.

"Your parents. Are they both human?"

He asks and I shrug.

"As far as I know. Why?"

I ask and he sighs, standing to his feet. I follow suit and stare at him, waiting for him to answer.

"My potions are designed to heal a Witcher and a Witcher only. Either your parents aren't human, or they aren't your real parents."

He says and I sigh. It seems my assumptions were correct.

"What is it?"

Geralt asks.

"When I was a child, I overheard my Mother and Father arguing. Something was said about a magical being, being the seed giver. I can only assume now that they were talking about my real Father."

I say sadly and Geralt hums.

"Thank you for saving me... Again."

I say, scoffing at the end. He sends me a nod and we both turn, watching as Cintra burns.

Where do I go now?