A woman seeking adventure and power goes through many trials and tribulations in order to gain her power with the help of her friend will she make it to the top?
Geralt kicks Ethel away as he charges at him and they begin to fight. Geralt blocks Ethel's attack as Ethel tried to punch him Geralt was to quick for him and he punches him instead and he kicks him back and runs at him as he swings his sword at him cutting Ethel’s cheek as he was surprised and he growled as he held his sword tight and ran to Geralt and he swung his sword at him a few times but Geralt dodged again and again.
Ethel was getting impatient and Geralt noticed and used that to his advantage by running a fair distance away as Ethel chased him and Geralt ran up a pillar and he landed behind Ethel and stabbed him pinning him to the pillar. Ethel screamed in pain as he tried getting the sword out.
“You…bastard You’ll pay for this”
“I keep hearing that and have I paid for it? No” Geralt said as Ethel suddenly kicked the pillar, forcing the sword through his body as he turned and charged at Geralt.
Geralt jumps over him as he runs towards his sword which was stuck in the pillar. Ethel chased after him as Geralt pulled his sword out he turned and stabbed Ethel in the chest. Ethel gasped as blood began to drip from his mouth as he looked down at the sword recognizing it.
“That sword…I know that sword…” Ethal said with what little strength he had left.
Geralt smirked at him as he pulled the sword out of Ethel, kicking him down to the ground as he sheathed his sword and took the Retribution Gem as he started walking towards Novera.
“You killed her, you…. bastard!” Ethel yelled.
“Yeah I did, now you’ll be with her in hell” Geralt said as he picked up Novera’s daggers and he then picked up Novera. Geralt started walking out of the hall as he heard Ethel screaming in anger as his screams soon stopped.
Geralt walks out of the hall as he finds a place to set Novera down as he gets his bag and gets out a few rags and cleans her cuts. Novera feels him cleaning her cuts and she wakes up and groans.
“Sorry,” he said as he continued. “It was stupid of you to go at it alone,” he said.
“Don’t start not now.” she said as he continued to treat her wounds.
“If not now then we’ll never talk about it” Geralt said as he heard her sign that Novera knew he was right; she always held back things like this wanting to avoid confrontation.
“I’m sorry for… overreacting the way I did” Novera said as she looked at him.
“It’s okay.” He replied.
“No it isn’t okay. I always do this to avoid confrontation. I hate the fact that when I'm near you I feel strong and weak at the same time!” Geralt looks at Novera seeing she was being serious.
“I hate having to confront you about my flaws because I …” she pauses and looks at Geralt. “Because I love you Geralt. And I’m afraid if I admit to my flaws you’ll hate me.”
Without them knowing the Retribution Gem glows.
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Geralt was surprised he knew this was something big for her to admit. He had always wanted to tell her the way he felt and now he finds out she feels the same way. For once he was speechless.
“That day you kissed me I was shocked, scared but happy at the same time but then you didn’t mention it and I thought you thought it was a mistake that we’re a mistake…” Novera felt Geralt’s hand on her left cheek as he leaned in and kissed her.
For a moment it was just them. Two souls sharing an intimate moment of love and passion combining it into a single kiss which spoke far louder than any words.
They soon pulled away as they looked at each other. For a moment they didn't know what to say. In that silence the retribution gem’s glow faded.
"We're not a mistake, Novera. I love you. I only love you. I want to be there for you. I want to protect you no matter the cost. I just needed to know if you feel the same way and now I know." He said as she smiled.
"Then we are meant to be," Novera said as she smiled.
Geralt finished treating Novera as he helped her up as they walked out of the temple they were in. They walked out of there and headed towards the edge of the city. This time no monsters came towards them. The city was once again quiet as now they could hear the birds flying over the city.
Geralt took out the Dragon bond and blew it as two roars were heard in the distance.
Both dragons arrived as they landed near their riders.
“Are you okay to fly on your own?” Geralt asked.
“Yes, I’m fine I’ve had worse things done to me and still had the will to fight.” Novera said as Kogoss lowered himself allowing her to climb onto his back as she held onto his spikes as he took off with Viana following close behind.
They flew back to camp as Novera and Geralt walked to her tent to figure out the proper way to use the retribution gem.
“The scroll says you must confess or be punished. But does that mean the person has to confess to a crime, a lie, or what?” Novera said as she held the sword in her hand.
“The gem will glow when someone has to confess to something. For now let's just leave it at that and get some rest. The sun has already set and you need to rest.” Geralt said as he took the sword and put it away.
“Fine but tomorrow we continue,” Novera said as she made her way to her bed.
“Of course, Novera. Rest well.” Geralt said as he bowed his head and walked out of her tent for the night.
The night was calm and quiet. It gave everyone a chance to rest properly before the morning came.
After hours of sleep the sun rose over the horizon as Novera got up from bed as a guard that was posted outside of her tent entered.
“Lady…Novera!”
Novera turned, seeing him out of breath and she walked to him as she tightened her robe.
“What is it? Why are you so winded?” she asked.
The guard took a deep breath and stood up straight as he took off his helmet.
“My lady, I regret to inform you that Sir Geralt was killed during the night.”
A/n: sorry for not updating in a while I've been busy with school and stuff in my life but here you go. I'll try publishing more often.
