The White Wolf & His Moon

Chapter Five

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HI!! I'm so sorry for not updating, life is crazy!! Ive moved almost 1000 miles away from my hometown, and my writing stopped because of graduation and that. Im so glad to be back, and I missed all of you ❤️  So you know, Y/N/N means your nickname. Enjoy!!!

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Y/N P.O.V.

After waking up, I got dressed in some simple training attire, grabbing my fur coat for the cold weather outside. Heading out of my room, I softly shut my door and braid my hair as I walk to the dining room. Upon my entering, the chatter of the men dies down momentarily as they begin eating.

As I walked by, Ciri waves slightly, gently smiling. I smile back softly before sitting down by Eskel opposite her.

"Up for some training? Like old times?" Eskel says, playfully hitting my shoulder.

"Ill just kick your ass like I used to." I reply, Grinning.

"That was when we were young I've gotten stronger than I was then!" He replies defensively.

"Ill believe that when you show it." I reply with a soft chuckle, before beginning to eat.

After breakfast, I head back to my room to retrieve my swords, and as I'm strapping them to my back, I sense Ciri by my door.

"Yes?" I say, clearly startling her as she tried to quietly enter.

"I- Well, There's no other women here, and I want geralt to train me, but my hair always gets in my way when we practice quicker steps...I was hoping you might know how to help." She almost mumbles, as I turn to face her I see her nervously fidgeting. I sigh, nodding and ushering her towards me with a 'come here'  motion.

She sits in front of me on a small stool, and I weave her hair into two braids, wrapping them into a bun and pinning them with pins I had crudely made when I was younger.

"Miss, what is your name?" Ciri blurts out, the question innocent but no less suprising at its suddeness.

"You can call me Y/N/N." I reply as I work, taking another pin to secure the braids further.

"I like that." She replies with a hum. I snort out a laugh, despite efforts not to. Finally done, I step back from her slightly.

"How's that?" I question gently.

"Perfect!" She says with a bright smile.

After watching her feel it and laugh through the mirror for a few moments, I went back to tightening the straps that held my swords against me, and fixing the tightness of others.

"What are you doing Y/N/N?" She questions, watching me now.

"My swords," I reply, "Need to be tight against me so I can move quickly and quietly, but if their too tight, I'll barely even be able to train. So, I'm fixing them." I explain as simply as I can, swallowing a smile when I finally look up at her bright, excited eyes.

"Do I do that with my dagger for training?" She asks.

A game of a million questions today, huh? I think to myself absently.

"Sort of. Less straps to check or adjust, though." I reply simply, standing straight.

"Awesome." I can hear her murmur, her eyes excited. "Thank you Y/N/N! Ill see you later!" She finishes before excitedly running off.

'For all the others say shes been through, shes sure got energy and excitement.' I ponder to myself.

Once outside, a strong gust of cold wind whips my braid into my face, and I huff in annoyance.

"The exact thing you were supposed to prevent. Lovely." I murmur to myself as I throw it back over my shoulder.

I trudge through the snow towards the old training set up not far from the side of the castle, carved partially into the mountainside that protected kaer morhen.

Swords can be heard clashing, but the sound isnt anything unusual. The training grounds, old as they may be, remained a strong staple for the now grown witchers, used to hone old skills and build upon new.

The sight of the place I had spent so many hours in as a child brought back plenty of memeories, good and bad. It was quite difficult then, or I had thought training was when I was younger. I wasnt naturally strong, and my witcher traits were unperfected for a while longer than the others.

I had to fight to reach their levels, and fight to be a part of the group. Eskel warmed up the fastest, but he had always been a tad more friendly than the others. Everyone else followed after eskel for the most part, except geralt.

Though his name stung now, it once was the most special thing to me. He had been quiet, never one to make friends, and typically trained alone. For some reason, I was drawn to him, and fought to get his attention all the time.

Somehow I annoyed him enough to get one or two words a day, and managed to get further as time went on. By the time we were both been in our twenties, I had established a strong bond with him.

Not much later, I had realized I loved him. I had fallen for his small tells that only I could catch, for the way without words he cared for me and our family built here at kaer morhen. So many things had magnetized him to my heart.

It took another few years for any sort of confession to occur, and by some scrap of luck, he had admitted -rather critically, in his way- he loved me too.

I cherished our relationship, and thought we'd last, but during our time apart from eachother, something had happened, and he changed dramatically. I never pressed for answers, but slowly our relationship crumbled. I didnt love him less, but it seemed he'd fallen out of love with me.

"Y/N/N!" Eskel says, voice booming in the quiet, waving his hand in front of my face- snapping any thoughts i had quickly out of my head. I hadn't been prepared for the storm of memories that came with coming back.

"You were in another realm there, Y/N/N. Get it in gear, you owe me a fight." He says once my eyes meet his, showing im finally aware.

"Right." I say, flashing a half smile and gesture for the empty space not far from us, "Time to kick your ass."