The Far Cry (Ciri/Cirilla x Fem!reader) {The Witcher}

Chapter One: Love It or Die Trying

Y/N takes a bite of her beef stew, listening to her brethren. She looks out the window to see the blizzard outside shaking the walls of the Keep. She sighs this storm only seems to be getting worse by the second. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary in the sounds and smells, which was a nice break for Y/N. That at least that was what Y/N thought until she heard knocking on the Keep's massive door. Rae got up and walked towards the door grabbing a sword near him. He opened the door and just about dropped his sword, getting pale as the snow outside. He quickly moved aside,

"Go get Lance as fast as you can Y/N" Rae practically yelled, panicked.

Y/N shot up and went to find Lance, their healer. She was boiling some potions for them.

"Lance follow me fast and bring stuff for blood lose and poison" Y/N spoke franticly.

Lance grabbed a basket of things and rushed into the great hall of the Keep. She saw the female sitting gasping for breath in a large man's arms.

"Clear that table NOW!" Lance gestured one of the tables and set up her stuff there, the table got cleared off, "Set her down her stomach to the ceiling."

The man did exactly as Lance said and set her down. The blonde female was gasping desperately for breath. Lance began to search for what it the cause and saw familiar black veins around her heart and throat. She hissed it was Remiwaorm the parasite she couldn't get out and looked at Y/N.

"It's a Remiwaorm, Y/N you have to do this removal" she said stepping back for Y/N.

Y/N groaned she hated these parasites; she grabbed a specific berry from the basket and smashed it in her fingers ripping the shirt of the female to where she could apply the berries to the surface of her chest where her heart lays. Rubbing it on she grabbed a knife and slit a cut into her chest finding the black slug like leach inside the female.

Everyone winced in disgust as Y/N pulled it out with her fingers, the black ooze surrounding the leach flowing down her hand and arm burning her, just as the leach was removed the female started breathing and sat up. Y/N winced at the pain of the ooze coming from the leach.

"Get some damn fire NOW!" Y/N growled angrily.

Clay grabbed a torch from nearby and pulled it towards Y/N and she held the leach over the flame burning herself and the leach. It screeched and thrashed latching onto Y/N but ended up burning to ash and Clay put the torch back onto the wall nearby. Y/N winced looking at her bloodied and burned arm and hand.

   Y/N sighs walking behind the people and outside. It was cold and it would help with the burns on her hand and arm. She sat down and rested her arm in the snow and let the freezing icy wind shake her body, clearing her mind and cooling her spirits. Y/N groaned when she heard footsteps from behind her, she didn't feel like turning around and just waited for the person to stand next to her.

"Thank you for saving her," The male said to Y/N.

Y/N nodded and looked at the male, he had white or silver hair, but he really didn't look like he was that old. He probably was around 30 or so she'd come to believe, his golden eyes much reminded Y/N of a wolf's eyes. His eyes seemed clear of many emotions and looked calming to the spirit. Y/N had to admit, she much preferred green eyes, they reminded her of what she'd lost, nature, her mother, and her own-colored eyes. She found green eyes much more calming and peaceful to the spirit.

"What is your name?" The male asked, sitting down now.

"Y/N," She replied looking at the chaotic, icy sky.

"Y/N what a (boyish/girly) name," He replied looking at the sky as well.

Y/N laughed, "I much prefer a (boyish/girly) name than one that gives off false vibes."

"What is yours?" Y/N continued.

"Geralt," He replied short and simple.

"Interesting, a name that suits a Witcher," Y/N said looking back at her Keep's door.

Y/N got up and offered a hand to Geralt for help. He took it and she pulled him up with no effort, almost as if he was as light as a feather. She began to walk back into the Keep, into the warmth of her brethren's gazes. She had always felt this way, after all you might as well love it or die trying.

To Be Continued...--->

A/N 

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Ik this is a short chapter and well you know uh not even any dialogue or interaction with Ciri and that is the point I think lol. But I am not too good at making x reader stories, so it is a bit you know different. Also, should I make a witcher one shot book? Anyway, have a great day or night depending on where and when you are reading this book. I hope you enjoy it and any other books I have written.

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