{Based off the Netflix Series}
The stories of Geralt of Rivia, of monsters, of Nilfgaard. That is what they are. Just stories. Just as the stories of Greek Gods and Goddesses have become stories, or the Norse Gods. Very few believe of this mythology...
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Charlotte walked forward into the town, she felt as if she was on set for some television series or a movie. She had her fingers intertwined in front of her, playing and kneading her skin as much as she could. She blew air from her mouth as she tried to really think about how she got in this position.
People were walking around the village, going about their normal daily lives. And Charlotte couldn't even do just that. Her daily life was interrupted by some other force of nature. Something that just couldn't leave her be and let her live her life.
But then, Charlotte realized, that this is what must have happened to Ava all those years ago. She suddenly disappeared like this when they were teenagers, no trace of her left, and then wasn't even able to be found at all. Not knowing what happened to her. Thinking that this was where Ava could have ended up made Charlotte feel slightly better about the loss of her friend, but that wasn't going to help her with the situation before her.
"Weren't you the same woman that was with the Witcher?"
Searching for where the voice came from, Charlotte spotted a teenager eyeing her slightly, "I suppose so."
"Where is he now?" She asks curiously, smacking her lips together. Reminding Charlotte very much like a teenage girl chewing gum, "How's your leg?"
"Fine." Charlotte answers slowly, feeling as though she was being interrogated by this kid, "Is there something you need?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" Came her response, "I'm Marilka by the way."
"Charlotte."
"You look to be pretty lost, Charlotte." Marilka cleared her throat before she nodded her head over to one of the buildings, "That's an inn if you need a place to sleep for the night."
Charlotte let her eyes trail over, it was a small inn with a second story, "With what money? Do you expect me to walk in and just ask for a room?"
Marilka let her eyes shift over Charlotte's form, "I mean, people in this town already assume that you're a wench that gives her services to a witcher. Who says you can't do the same for a room?"
"I say-" She gasped loudly, not able to grasp the audacity of this kid, "You're not exactly a nice kid."
"Never said I was." Marilka pursed her lips before she ran her hand over her front, "You know, there is a place that would most likely just let you sleep there if you ask."
"Is there?" Charlotte crossed her arms over her chest and rose a brow up, "Doesn't exactly sound promising after your previous statement."
"More promising than the inn, honestly." She pointed to her thigh, "The very person that helped with that there wound you have."
"He helped heal this?" Charlotte extended her foot slightly, feeling only a weird tingling sensation in her thigh, "That fast?"
"I assume so." Marilka popped her lips again and then nodded her head to the side, "You want me to bring you there or not?"
