Bodil, the Witcher adept, and the whyvern contract.
(Fanfiction from the Witchers School of the Cat.)
''Oh, sweet Veyopatis, protector for the Pontar Valley!'' She closed her eyes as the warm potatoes melted on her tongue.
"So, good", she smiled to Vaktyr who sat next to her. He was an adept too, also a member of The Claws, her roommate, and friend.
He nodded and took a sip of his drink.
Bodil wiped her forehead and followed his example. They had just returned from fencing class, and both were sweating like a blacksmith in the summer heat.
Eating like starving bears, either of them had time for chatting.
Bodils first round was over after a few, delicious minutes. She got up for a second round, but the very moment she lifted her plate from the table, she stiffened.
A deep, familiar voice killed every sound in the room. Witchers, adepts and masters stopped chewing. Everyone putted their fork down and turned their heads towards the rough, respected Grandmaster of the Cat School.
Once again he had an announcement to share, and the best appropriate time to share news was at breakfast, lunch or dinner. He got the rooms attention just by blinking and raising an eyebrow. He had that kind of power over him.
Bodil listened too, but she did not really payed attention, busy refilling her cup. But, something caught her ears, something big, something honorable.
''. . .This whyvern needs to be killed. . . 500 orens to the one who bring me its head. Is there anyone here who . . .''
Bodils world froze for a second. She saw administrator Janas face behind closed eyes. The intelligent witcher Bodil had travelled with for months, the witcher who had grown to be a mother figure to her, the witcher who though Bodil was her suprice child, the witcher Bodil needed to impress. If Jana ever found out about the lies, she would kick her out her life, out from the school or punish her in the worst thinkable ways. . . Bodil knew the stories. Never trick the fate!
But the truth was painful either way.
She was no suprice child, she wasn't Janas child-bound-by-fate. She was just Bodil of Pontar. A war orphan, victim of the elven rebellion.
Therefore she had to prove she's worthy. Even if she weren't the one, she could still be superior, she had to be!
Bodil instantly knew she had to do this. She had to accept the contract!
Bodil turned around, half hidden behind a pillar she raised her hand.
''Yes! I'll do it.''
The whole room got silent, and Bodil slowly took a step towards the Grandmaster, who turned around. He looked at her, and Bodil started shaking as those cold eyes pierced her soul. The wise Master would turn her down, she knew it. Why shouldn't he? She was not even a real witcher, just an adept.
''I will slay this Whyvern, Grandmaster'', she repeated.
''Are you sure? This monster have slaughtered many brave witchers, even crippled Master Lennard. No one have seen it for 10 years, not even I.'' He looked at her.
"I' am sure", she told him. Her eyes flickered from side to side.
The Grandmaster gave Bodil the contract with a final warning.
"Good luck adept, and remember. . . You have to kill this beast alone."
Bodil nodded and felt like crying when everyone started clapping and cheering for her. Not looking at the contract she forced her fingers around the brown paper, gave the grandmaster a fake smile and rushed out.
''What have I done? What have I done? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I don't know anything about this monster. In my life I have barley killed a drowner. What will Jana think of me now. . . even worse, what will Master Bastian say? How can I look him in the eyes again after this. Fuck. I am an idiot.''
She rushed towards Master Lennards quaters. If anyone knew anything about whyverns, It must be him.
He was after all, the last person who saw this beast. . . alive.