The Red Eyed Raven

Chapter 1: A old lover and Renfri

"Where once there were two standing stones

Facing proudly in a field

One last broken on its side

Since the meeting of the spheres"

I sang riding on scout as we made our way to the nearest town to gather some coin. For I may or may not have wasted most of mine on ale and more ale. It has been nearly 8 years since Geralt left me at Kaer Morhen, and since then I have not laid with another. Having someone to try to please me just doesn't feel right, however drinking away my feelings does.

"I'll feel your warmth no more, my love

I'll feel your warmth no more

But from our love, a seed has grown

A seed to save our world"

Suddenly my wolf medallion began to hum, sensing magic nearby. I tug scout's reins to stop, before carefully climbing off of her, and unsheathing my silver sword from her. Knowing that Scout will stay, I began to make my way into the swamp, treading lightly upon the mud. Carefully I take my two vials from my waist, one being cat eye and the other black blood. Putting the two vials up to my teeth to take the corks out, spitting them to the ground before chugging them both. The burning liquid runs down my throat, my senses becoming sharper and my strength being stronger. My blood red eyes turn black, my eyesight becoming sharper.

Coming up to a pond of the Swamp, I see a young deer casually walking along the edge. Before a Giant Kikimora shot out from the pond, with a certain white haired male holding onto its leg before chopping it off. You've got to be kidding me. The white witcher slices the Kikimoras legs before he was pinned under the murky water. Quickly I ran towards the beast with my silver sword in hand, running up its legs to its back, before jumping off it to slice its head clean off. The Creature went limp, as a gasping Witcher rose from the water. His black eyes meeting mine in surprise, yet still trying to catch his breath.

"Negra?" He asks in a raspy voice. I say nothing at first, before I kicked him in the head. Hard enough to knock him back into the water, but not hard enough to knock him out, sadly. He came back up gasping for air, while I walked up to the, now injured, doe. Kneeling down to it, whispering for them to find peace in the afterlife, before plunging my knife to its heart.

"Negra. What are you doing here?"He asks walking out of the murky water while I begin to skin and filet the doe. I didn't answer him for a minute, trying to decide if I should be nice and friendly or mean and bitchy.

"Negra. It's been 10, or 20 years, since I last saw you, will you just tell me why you're here? Its the least you could for old times sake." He stated his eyes turning back to look at his golden hues. He can't even remember when he left me!? Bitchy it is then. Standing up from my partially done venison, I stomp over to him. My eyes are still black as my hair, as I slapped him hard on the face. Causing him to almost pummel to the ground, he groans as he held his stinging cheek.

"Now that I'm thinking back, I deserve that." He states. Only to be slapped again on the other side.

"Trust me, you deserve far much worse, but I'll let it slide. For old times sake, You fucking bastard." I sneered before turning around finishing my butcher before making my way back to Scout. Not bothering to look back if he was following me, I reached into my Saddle and pulled out a vile of white honey. Taking the cork off, I put it up to my mouth and swallowed the milky substance. Allowing it to run through my system to clear out any other toxins. I shiver as it does it works, before sighing in relief, feeling like my old self and ready for sleep. I place the empty vial back into my bag before hoisting myself up onto Scout.