Van Bereaver

Chapter 11- Brokilon

Geralt

My head was spinning. There was a throbbing in the right corner of my forhead and once I addressed that, I felt the sudden pang in my knee. It had previously been injured but this time, I knew it would be worse. I could feel the blood pooling in my suit, somewhere on my body. Possibly my arm.

"Geralt," someone called out me. Their voice was muffled and it didn't help that my vision was blurry.

Now that I realized, I began to panic. I shot open my eyes, trying to stand but then my knee inabled me to do so. I didn't quite know what happened after because I thought fighting Vilgefortz of Roggeveen was going to be easy but he had a skillset I had never seen, and with his magic, he kept up with me. He was even able to put me down.

"Geralt," the voice called again.

I frantically looked over and saw the bright red hair. She hovered over me, holding my face, and brushing my hair back. It was either in comfort or trying to see the wound on my forhead. My arms began to lift and they uncontrollably wrapped around her waist and I pulled her closer to me and kissed her.

With all of our reoccuring meetings, I had never been so glad to see her, Sage Anika van Bereaver. It made me so happy that I had to kiss her. Her warm lips were wet against mine and her hands hadn't dropped from holding me with all of her care. But then, she pulled away, and I grunted when my head dropped onto the ground.

The ground. It wasn't the black soil that surrounded the outskirts of the tower, but bright green moss and perfectly patched grass. I had been at the foot of a massive tree where roots had grown beside me. When I looked at the view behind Sage's head, the beautiful sun had been setting, shining a light into the majestic forest where birds chirped. It was Brokilon Forest, home of the dryads.

"What was that for?" she asked. She was in shock, but she was touching her lips and blushing.

"I'm just- It's good to see you, Sage," I managed to answer, pulling myself up to relax against the tree.

She sat there for a moment, still in the gorgeous dress she had worn for the banquet, but it was torn and now rubbish. She looked away and pursed her lips, and I thought it was what I had done. I turned her face back by slightly pulling her chin and I saw the glimmer in her watercolored eyes.

"Sage?"

"It's Cirilla," she whispered on the verge of tears. My face fell flat. Ciri. "She's gone. I went after her and Tissia was about to kill her and I stopped her from doing so but pushed the girl through the portal I accidently opened when I screamed. I thought about jumping after her but the portal's pure chaos and then it exploded..." Her lips trembled and she fell over and into my arms, sobbing.

"Sage," I breathed. I closed my eyes, trying to wrap my head around the fact that Ciri was somewhere on the Continent by herself.

Sage's back rose and fell as she continued her relentless crying. I quietly groaned when I raised an arm to comfort her. She had done her best to keep her safe. I was busy preventing Vilgefortz from laying his hands on her while Sage was talking a madwoman out of killing Ciri. But in the end, we both failed and were nastily defeated.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, pulling away from me.

"It's okay. As long as you help me find her. You're good at that," I told her and she nodded, wiping her tears.

"Gwynbleidd," a woman called. She wore the green and brown cloths of nature of the dryads but she didn't have a crown on her head; however, she did have a bow on her shoulder and a quiver of arrows on her back. Her hair was blonde and her eyes were emerald, but a painted mask covered her eyelids. She was speaking to me because her eyes never left mine. "Come with me."