Van Bereaver

Chapter 17- Toussaint

Sage

I had bent over and retched into a bin filled with balls of paper. Ciri was behind me, quietly cheering that I puking after the jump between space. In our location, it was through time too. I only knew this because the paintings on the wall showed Geralt, Cirill, and I, standing together like a family portrait.

"That's odd," I said.

"It's good to know that we'll be a family," Ciri mumured and I shot her a glare. "It doesn't mean that you and Geralt have to be romantically involved. I'll just have two separate parents."

"Whatever you say."

We walked around the brown study room filled with philosophies in paper or books stacked upon each other that all had to do with the Child of Destiny and Ithlinne's prophecy. Ciri, who was in front, had found a door at the end of the room and headed towards it when a girl walked in. She was about the same age as Ciri but with her clean look, she looked younger.

"Hello," she shyly greeted. Her eyes kept glancing at the paintings on the wall. "Nimue!"

Another woman came rushing over who gasped at the sight of us. "Sage Anika van Bereaver! Cirilla of Cintra! I am Nimue verch Wledyr ap Gwyn and this is my apprentince Condwiramurs Tilly."

"The Lady of the Lake," Ciri said. "Sir Galahad had referred to you."

"I didn't know that I was famous," she laughed. "We've been studying the two of you and the Witcher."

"I'm more interested in your love story," Condwiramurs inputed and I raised my eyebrows. "You and Geralt fall in love."

"That's absurd," I responded. I held my hands, trying to find something to keep busy as she told me unreasonable things. "Although we might be soulmates from our recourring meetings, I doubt that it means romantic endeavors. Perhaps, an everlasting friendship."

"You're in denial," Ciri commented underneath her breath.

"W-where are we exactly?" I asked, changing the topic of the conversation.

"Vyra," Nimue answered.

"We're going for Toussaint."

"Good luck on your journey."

"And Sage," Condwiramurs began, "the chill doesn't come for another 3,000 years. War and bloodshed now, is just human nature, and the weather doesn't call for a nasty blizzard. So, take your time."

I frowned, taking in the fact that the time of premonitions were wrong. I looked up and realized that this girl before me special. I would've known if she was a beann'shie but she was different. I guessed she was a sorceress who specialized in interpretating dreams. I warmly smiled at her before taking Ciri's hand and we vanished.

The jump between worlds brought an odd feeling. We would compress and stretch, shift and floating in the vast openess of space. There was an unlikely chance that we would land on Aen Seidhe, but we did because Ciri was eager to return to home to Geralt. However, we didn't land in Toussaint, we landed in Brenna, a large battle ensuing. I covered my head from the explosion of a flaming rock and began sprinting after Ciri for cover. I could see the Nilfgaardian coat of arms and the Temerian army.

"Why, Ciri, why?"

"At least we know that we're on our world. They're fighting against Nilfgaard," Ciri pointed out. "You can take us to Toussaint yeah?"

"If I can concentrate." I motioned for us to move and we dashed through the battle, Ciri still holding her sword, Zireael, and me still trying to run in the red and gold clothes Eredin had given me.