Shadow Knight (The Witcher Fanfic)

Devara

I walked into the woods while Geralt ride his horse. He offered me to hop on, but I just refused and walked in the forest instead.

"You'll get tired." I heard him say making me roll my eyes.

"It helps my legs to gain energy. You need more than me though." I told him smirking as he grumbles a curse. I kept walking when I heard laughter in the distance causing for me to run a little before ducking down.

"Can't wait to sell this girl. She is a going to be a high price." A man said as I peeked out from the tree. 5 men in total, damn. Geralt came behind me as I shushed him before peeking over.

"She is a princess after all. After we sell her, let us get some fine woman." One man said as they laugh. I looked at Geralt to see him looking at me.

"Plan?" He asked looking at me.

"I'll distract them." I told him and he looks at me with disbelief.

"You are not going over there." He glares and I shush him.

"You get the girl and I'll distract them. If everything went wrong then...See you in hell." I got up and walked towards them changing my outfit as I hear Geralt call my name in a whisper. I crunch a twig on purpose catching one of the men to look as he gets up and draws a sword along with his friends as I hid behind a tree.

"Who's there? Show yourself?!" One of them shouted and I slowly peeked my head out looking at them like I was scared. They slowly lower their sword seeing me as I hid back behind the tree.

"Wait! We don't mean any harm." The voice said as I peeked my head out again looking at them.

"What's your name?" One of them asked as I looked down.

"D-Devara." I said softly looking up at them as they looked at each other and whispering one another.

"Are you lost, miss?" They asked and I nodded my head.

"We are about to head to town tomorrow. Would you like to stay with us?" They asked and I nodded my head again before making my way towards them.

"Aren't you a pretty one." One smirks as I fake blushed and looked away.

"Th-Thank you." I fakely stuttered making them chuckle. Fools. I thought.

"Why don't you sit with us and tell us about yourself." A man said and scoots over as I took a seat. I saw a glimpse of Geralt sneaking as I looked at them to not gain any suspicion.

"So, what is a pretty one like you doing out in the woods?" They asked as I think of a story when I remembered the village I burnt down.

"M-My Village was burnt down causing me to fled. My whole family died and I-I didn't know what to do. I tried looking for a place to stay, but they would always kick me out s-since I have no money." I made tears fall out of my eyes as I wipe them away.

"We are truly sorry to hear that. I am sure that your family is now watching over you." One of the men said and I smiled a little nodding my head. I glanced to see Geralt peeking inside one of the tents.

"So, do you have any relatives?" They asked again and I shook my head no.

"N-No. my family never really talks about the-" I was cut off when we heard shuffling in one of the tents causing for us to look.

"What was that?" I asked them as they all tense up. Got you. I thought.

"Nothing, one of our friends were sleeping and they must have hit their tent." One said and they all turned around towards the fire.

"Why don't you guys tell me about yourselves?" I asked smiling softly.

"Why, I can't turn down such offer." A arm wrapped around me as I try my best to keep a smile. He began talking as I laugh at his jokes and glance to one of the tents waiting to see if Geralt gets out before looking back towards them.

"They suck bad."

"We do not." One of the guys added making me giggle at them. I glanced again to see Geralt carrying one of the woman out on his shoulder and out the tent. I turned my gaze towards them feeling a little relief when I heard a shout.

"Hey! Let her go!" One of the men shouted and I cursed before I changed back to my outfit and took my sword out slashing one of the men's throats.

"Go!" I shouted at Geralt as I fought them off. I slashed and blocked more swords before dodging one and stab him. I sighed softly thinking he was the last one when I felt a sharp pain on my side causing for me to scream and fall to the ground holding my side.

"Fucking bitch, you killed my friends! Now, I'll ki-" He was cut off as a sword pierced him in the chest before it disappears. The body drops as Geralt stood there looking at the body.

"Not if I kill you first." He said before making his way towards me.

"You alright?" He asked and I nodded as he helped me up. I groaned in pain as it shot all over my body.

"Your bleeding." He looks at my hand as I chuckle humorlessly.

"No shit, Witcher." I growled as I looked at my side before towards him.

"Come on, I'll help you." He helped me out the camp as I held my side to stop the bleeding.

"The girl?" I asked him as he held me close.

"She's fine, but your not." He grumbles and we went back to see the girl next to roach. She turns around and ran towards us before hugging Geralt.

"Thank you so so much, You are a life savor." She says as she pulls back smiling before looking at me and her smile turns to a frown.

"Who is she?" She asked bitterly and I groaned knowing its one of those royal women who hates other seeing men with other women.

"A person who saved you as well and got stab in the process. Would you like to shake hands on that?" I let go of my bleeding side and held it towards her making her back away.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands." She growls making me roll my eyes at her.

"Can we go? I need stitches." I made my way towards Roach and went to reach to climb up, but I growled in pain causing for me to hold my side again.

"Don't over due yourself. Let me help." Geralt helps me up Roach as I sighed and held onto the saddle.

"Let's go." Geralt said as we start walking away making the girl look at us bewildered.

"What about me?!" She complains making both of us stop and look at her.

"Are you injured?" Geralt asked.

"No, of course not." She tells us.

"You have things that you could use to walk. They're called legs. Use them." Geralt tells her as I hear her groan and stomp her feet like a child making me smirk a bit.

"Fat chance, kid." I mumbled, but Geralt heard it and chuckle a little.

"It's the pain talking." He whispers as I scoff.

"Witcher, pain doesn't control my brain and mouth. If it wants to talk it better shut up." I said as we knew full well its the petty princess.