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Part 1
A high pitched cry broke the silence, and Geralt whirled around, tensing his sword hand. His pupils widened, adjusting to the light as he crept slowly, carefully into the ever lightless cave.
"She's close" he murmured. Yennefer whispered a spell under her breath, and a small ball of magelight burst into the palm of her hand.
"Geralt... She's only a babe, I cannot risk taking her through a portal. Infants are too fragile..." she began.
"Good. Then don't conjure one then. You'll just have to run, when the time comes." Geralt interjected, continuing to creep forward. A small mound, near the wall of the cave caught his eye. Something wriggled inside it, and whimpered.
"Mourntart's nest, I can see it." he whispered. Pursing his lips from the stench that seeped from the nest, he peered inside, and frowned in disgust, before plunging his hands in.
"Fuck. Ugh." He grimaced, before pulling out a wriggling mass, covered in filth. Yennefer rushed forward, as Geralt held the babe at arm's length from his body, trying not to think about what the sludge covering it could be. The baby sooked, desperately trying to rub the filth from its eyes, and began to cry.
"Yen, quick, before it comes back!" Geralt hissed, holding the babe out to her. She quickly grabbed it, wrapping it in a cotton cloth. An angry screech from the entrance to the cave startled her, and they both whirled around. The mourntart, seeing the baby in Yennefer's arms began running towards them.
"Thief! Snatcher! My prize! Find your own, find your own!" it cried. Geralt stepped in front of it, sword at the ready.
"Get her out of here! Run, Yen!" Geralt roared, his silver sword swishing through the air. Yennefer did not need to be told twice. Summoning a shield, she sprinted past the mourntite, clutching the baby close to her. She could hear it leap after her, only to hear it howl in pain moments later.
She ran, back up to the path nearby, and past the empty graveyard beyond it, back into the safety of a nearby forest. She didn't stop until she reached the clearing where they had set up camp. Gasping for breath, she sat down.
It wasn't long until Geralt joined her, splattered in blood and innards.
"Well. Not the worst hag I've ever had to deal with." He said, and slumped next to her. The babe wriggled in Yennefer's arms – enough of the filth had been cleaned off it by the cotton blanket to reveal a mop of dirty, grey hair and green eyes. Yennefer couldn't help but smile a little.
"Well now, it's lovely to finally make your acquaintance, Princess Cirilla".