Embers

The Djinn

Chapter 25

The Djinn - Eira's POV

She found Geralt after she spoke to one of the police officers Eira stumbled upon in the Inn. The Officer himself had a bruise underneath his left eye and could hardly open it properly. Eira had squinted slightly and pulled her nose up when he had told her that the Witcher had went on some kind of rampage.

It didn't sound as the Witcher she got to know. Geralt wasn't one to attack people without given a reason and Eira had Blaviken clear in her mind in the moment the Officer told her everything. He had told her they were able to get the upper hand and threw Geralt behind bars to calm down.

"Can you take me to him?" She asked, but got a firm shake of the head.

"No, Miss," he told her. "I can't and won't. That man is dangerous. Not safe for a lady like you."

"I think I can be the judge of that," Eira countered back. "He's a friend. I want to see him."

The man looked at her, his gaze travelled up and down a few times which made Eira quite uncomfortable.

"Please, Sir," she asked. "I truly need to speak to him."

"No," the man said. "He will face judgement in the morning."

Eira huffed and wanted to threw a ball of ice in the man's face and leave it bruised and swollen under his right eye too. She couldn't blame him, though. By the looks of it, Geralt really did a number on this little town.

The Elemental controlled her powers that hummed restless inside of her and went out of the Inn. The golden thread that connected the Elemental with the Witcher glew brightly and Eira followed it with haste.

It led her straight to the old prison where Geralt was being kept. Eira looked at the building and shrugged to herself. If the witcher had wanted too, he would be able to break out of it without too much problems.

The door was open and Eira entered to face another officer who sat on a chair. His eyes were closed and the loud snoring told the elemental he was asleep. A glance to her right told her the Witcher was surely here ; his two swords and bag stood aside against the far wall. She could walk straight in and followed the thread towards the cell where Geralt sat.

He had his eyes closed, legs crossed and hands rested on his knees.

"Eira," he murmured and opened his eyes slowly to lock eyes with her.

Her fingers circled around the bars and Eira shook her head slowly when she saw a few cuts and bruises on his face. They were already healing, but still visible.

"What happened?" She asked, worried laced in her voice. "I saw the mayhem in town."

The witcher slowly got up, stretched his arms and legs before he walked towards the bars.

"Magic," he growled. "She used a spell on me."

His eyes widened and Eira shook her head confused. As if Geralt just figured out what happened to him and had awoken from a spell.

"You didn't know?" She asked and her fingers investigated the bars while her gaze kept frozen on the Witcher's face.

"No," he told her firmly and looked at what she was doing. "She wants the Djinn."

"She's with Jaskier," Eira said hurriedly, worry flickered up inside her. "We have to get back."

She grit her teeth, grabbed the bars real tight and let her magic flow through her hands. It took little effort to freeze the iron and Geralt kept a close eye on her face while Eira did it.