Disclaimer: the witcher game trilogy belongs to CDProjektRED, while the witcher book series belongs to A. Sapkowski.
A/N: set in the beginning of the witcher III: wild hunt so nothing really spoilerous on this part however this story also contains SPOILERS for the ending of book series!
Voices from the past:
Cahir (II)
Geralt was going to find her. Save her. He considered Ciri his adopted daughter. He felt obligated to protect her from any harm – even if that danger was her own biological father. He didn't care. He had to talk to Yen first. Hear her side of the story and then weave a solid plan.
"you murderer!" someone shouted behind him. The man's voice echoed in spacious hallway.
Greralt spun around; the man was a nilgaardian knight dressed in full armour. He tucked the winged helmet under his armpit as he approached the witcher. He looked familiar: pale complexion, thin, straight nose and tired, blue eyes. However the grayness of his hair didn't fit just as his wrinkles, shouldn't he be younger?
"you've killed my son!" the man said, his voice trembling "Why did you lure him into death's embrace?"
"I've killed many men" Geralt responded dryly.
"but never like that" The knight replied, dropping to his knees.
His helmet hit the ground with hollow clatter. The black one grabbed the leather straps of Geralt's armour "my son. My poor, poor-"
"that's enough, seneschal" emperor's chamberlain spoke, his voice surprisingly soft. "Please, go back to your quarters. Your wife's worried about you"
The chamberlain picked up the winged headpiece and handed it back to it's owner. Seneschal looked at him through teary eyes, took the helmet reluctantly and stood up.
His steps were heavy, shoulders slumped – the knight walked as if some wraith sucked all his will to live, leaving just an empty shell.
"poor man" the chamberlain spoke as the heavy doors finally closed behind the nobleman "the death claimed life of all of his sons. But it's the death of the youngest that also took his sanity"
"what's his name?"
"Ceallach Dyffryn aep Gruffyd. Does his name ring any bells?"
"maybe" the witcher finally replied. There was, indeed, something in that name that struck a chord in Geralt. "But I don't know in which church"
