White Fire (Geralt of Rivia x OC)

Chapter 9

It's been a few weeks since we have set off for Kaer Morhen. I did manage to talk Geralt into letting me bring my friends along.

Though I do think they regret coming along due to the fact we are at least walking in a foot of snow.

We are only just now nearing Vizima, meaning we have quite awhile before arriving  at Kaer Morhen.

Lucky for us though, we do have horses.

The ride this far has mostly been silent, with few words of exchange between Jonba, Lillith, Dandelion, and Zoltan. 

Looking towards the gray cloud filled sky, I watch as snow falls towards the ground. The frozen fluff that's as white as my hair, lands on my face, melting from the heat.

Upon reaching Vizima, we are greeted by a long black haired woman. She smiles and greets only Geralt ignoring the rest of us.

I hear Zoltan mumble curses about the woman and finally speaks up, "Geralt, make Yennefer go away."

Yennefer? I've heard stories that Geralt and her used to be in love... Maybe they still are?

Ah, why should I care? I can't help but care and wrinkle my nose up at the woman.

She seems to notice this and she walks over to me, Geralt trying to stop her, but failing. She says, "I'm not letting you into this town, or any further. I am more worthy of going to Kaer Morhen then you will ever be."

I reply, "I am a witcher, I have every right to go."

Seeing what seems to be a ball of lightning forming, I get off the horse and back up some. Not wishing for the animal to be harmed.

She says, "I can tell you are weak. A witcher that's weak? Makes you all the more unworthy."

Geralt reaches out to stop her, but it's to late. She lets lightning fly.

I easily dodge it, but I fear she is stronger than me. From the knowledge mother has given me about her, I should not fight this woman. I hear Jonba yell, "Kina! Just run!"

So I do.

I run.

Like always.

I push my way through the snow and off the path, into the forest. An unknown territory, I haven't a clue of where I'm going.

My face is freezing with the snow hitting it and the frigid air moving against my body.

After a while of running I feel the ground beneath my foot disappear and I'm falling down an incline.

Reaching the bottom, I dare not move from the ground, my body hurting in multiple places.

I feel tired and let sleep slowly take me.

Maybe I really was never meant to go Kaer Morhen.

What about Geralt though?

Will he miss me?

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Heyyy heyyy

Straight into action am I right?

Like I was trying to decide who I wanted to still be kinda obsessed with Geralt, because I've read stories where it was either Yennefer or Triss. But I like Triss, soooo, Yennefer.

But oh my gosssssh, I've updated three days in a row?!?! Maybe I am getting a roll on with this story.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, If you have any ideas let me know, blah blah blah, stuff I've said before.

And as always, have a good day.