Shadow

9

I had been sat at by the window writing in my journal by candlelight. I looked out of the window and stretched my fingers as my hand began to cramp. I wandered into the hall way, I stood outside Geralts room in the hallway listening to see if I could hear any movement in his room but it was silent. I pulled my cloak up over my head and headed out of the tavern.

I kept to the back streets. My hidden blade safely in its scabbard. I pulled my hood over my face, and my scarf up over the bottom of it. I walked into the market square and gandered at the goods on offer. A few things were very rare and it made me wonder how they managed to get their hands on them. A figure bumped into my shoulder, I turned and called them out. "Excuse me! Who do you think you are?"

I then realised it was the same figure who nodded to me in the street. "Are you following me?" I asked.

"Well when two Witcher's are in town it's hard not ignore you both. But interesting that one of you is brave enough to venture out on your own," he said.

"Well maybe one of us is just more reckless," I replied lowering my voice as people began to look at us. The figure looked over me.

"You haven't changed one bit, not even when they took you from me," he said.

"Who are you?" I asked. He gripped me by the arm and pulled me into an alley way, we were now away from prying eyes.

"You forgot about me didn't you?" He asked.

"I don't remember you," I replied, he pulled the hood of his cloak down, but still recognition failed me.

"They must have wiped your memory," he said resting his hands on my cheeks. "Shadow, please, look at me."

"Get off me, you must have me confused," I said and pulled my blade from its scabbard and pointed it at his throat.

"You wouldn't dare!" He exclaimed, I glared at him nicked his neck and left running deeper into the back streets. He began to yell, making me out to be a monster attracting unwanted attention. I raced back to the tavern as fast I could, I didn't even knock on Geralts door I just walked in. He was sleeping on the bed. "Shadow?" He lifted his head. I didn't say a word but rushed over and pulled his arms around me. I knew his eyes were on me.
"What wrong?" He asked.

I still couldn't form words, my tongue seemed seized by emotion. "Please, I can't help you," he said turning me to face him. He noticed the blood on my shirt. "Did someone hurt you?" I shook my head and pulled myself into his chest. "Shadow, come on please."

"Someone has followed me here," I answered him.

"Someone?" He asked, now making me look at him.

"Yes, he says he knows me but Geralt I don't remember him," I said getting a little upset.

"I'll protect you," he said.  "No matter the cost."