One-of-a-kind [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

Chapter II | Ard Carraigh

I opened my eyes, my eyelids feeling heavy, to a warm closeted environment. I sat up as adrenaline rushed through my veins, aggressively patting the side of my hips and thighs, to make sure my sword and saddlebag were still here and hadn't been stolen. Luckily, everything was still in place. I looked around me to find a small room, consisting of a simple bed, in which I had been resting, a chair by my side, a table with stuff on it, and a fireplace that had been previously lit up. I tried getting up, but my head pounded in pain. I fell back onto the hard hay mattress, stars filling up my gaze. I cursed lowly and wondered what the hell happened. Slowly, the pieces fell into place and I could recall the last events. I remember leaving Kaer Morhen, and heading down the mountains. I remember encountering a monster along Gwenllech river that was odd, but then I know I killed it. What possibly could have went wrong?...

My fingers dug into the surface under me, memories and sensations flowing through my body and mind. My mouth parted open as I muttered the only word that came to me, that was important to my eyes, that flowed as naturally as breathing. My muscles tensed and my mouth parted open to the overwhelming feeling that was taking control of me. I was so lost and my only landmark was him. It had always been him. I gasped as images submerged.

Mortara.
Maribor.
Deaths, Monoliths, Villages, Scream.
Him.

It all made sense. Or so I tried thinking.

I exhaled shakily while staring down at the wooden floor. I started to evaluate the possibilities; did I end up in some cottage in the woods and spent the night? Was I in a city? Perhaps, did I teleport or something? Am I still in a dream? No, it can't be. I need to figure out where I am and immediately find a way to Temeria. Now that I know where he's located...

The door creaked open slowly. The figure of a tanned woman appeared, wrapped in a deep blue cloak. Brown tight curls fell to her shoulders, framing her face beautifully. Her gold pinkish lips curved into a reassuring smile, as she walked over me. I did not pull out my weapon, sensing no malice in her aura. Her face slowly became more detailed. She had dark brown eyes, frickles and thick dark eyebrows that didn't look menacing at all. The sounds of her elegant shoes echoed.

— I see you're awake, she softly said.

— Where am I? I asked, trying to stifle the hostility I couldn't help towards a stranger.

— You're inside an inn located in Ard Carraigh. I was on my way to somewhere inside the Blue Mountains when I found you unconscious in the woods, close to the river. I brought you back to the city on my horse. But if my guess is right, I actually advanced you on your route, she smiled still.

So that's what happened. Shit, I can't keep fainting like this, or else I'll seriously get hurt someday. Luckily our paths crossed. Guessing by her intuition and energy, she's most likely a mage.

— Thank you for saving me. And yes, I was actually on my way to the nearest city from the Blue Mountains. Ard Carraigh it is.

She nodded before her gaze lowered to my neck. Her breath caught in her throat to the sight of the rune that was decorating my chest.
Her eyes shifted back into mine, as I got up on my feet to stand.

— My apologies, she nervously tittered, I just didn't expect to... well, run into a witcher. If you don't mind me asking, how did they succeed in making a female witcher? I mean, it's uncommon, I've never seen such a thing. It's known to be impossible.

— Apparently was, I answered coldly, feeling myself get submerged with unwanted undesirable faint memories. You seem to know a lot about witchers, how odd.

— I'm sorry, that was very importunate and unmannered of me. My name is Triss Merigold, she introduced with a guilty smile.

— Y/N, I shared back. I suppose you were heading for Kaer Morhen, witch?