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.

"It should break," she murmured when the dark iron was coloured a bright white. Frost set on it and her gaze flickered up to meet Geralt's.

"Your turn," she said and took a step back.

The witcher nodded once and grabbed the bars. With one pull, the iron broke in his hand, shattered in a thousand pieces and fell on the floor. He repeated to movement until the hole was large enough he could walk through it.

"I saw your weapons when I came in," Eira said and was already on her way. "I knew there was something about Yennefer."

"She's a sorceress," Geralt mumbled and swiftly took his swords without stopping, "she wants power."

Eira huffed angrily and led him towards Bramble. The sun peeped through the trees and Geralt grabbed her by the shoulder to face him.

"Jaskier is going to be alright. She'll heal him."

"I hope for her that is the case, yes," Eira retorted back. "Sorceress or not, I can easily drown her is something happened to him."

Geralt didn't even roll his eyes this time, instead he jumped on the horse and offered her his hand.

"Let's go get him," he said softly and his gaze locked with hers.

Eira took his hand and let the witcher pull her up. Her arms circled around his waist and she rested her forehead against his back when Geralt gave the horse the command to run. Again, her magic hummed peacefully inside her being reunited with the witcher.

When they finally arrived at the castle, daybreak broke and Eira was the first to jump of the horse. A loud scream startled both the elemental and the witcher. Both heads snapped up into the direction of the wail and rested on the window of Jaskier's room.

With wide eyes, Eira saw light flashes and shadows playing behind the glass and balled her fists.

"Jaskier," she whispered and took a step forward.

Geralt gently grabbed her elbow and pulled her back.

"A Djinn is dangerous," he warned. "Not even your magic will hurt it."

"She has Jaskier," she said while her eyes found his.

"No, the crazy bitch doesn't have Jaskier," a familiar voice came from behind her and Eira swivelled around on her heels;

A ragged breath escaped her when Jaskier tumbled towards them. His throat looked completely healed and his blue eyes bright. Geralt let his hand slip from Eira's elbow when she swiftly ran towards the bard.

"I'm fine," Jaskier smiled sincere, his eyes sparkled when Eira fell into his arms. "Like you said."

She didn't speak up, only held him close and rested her head against his chest. The elemental heard the serene beating of his heart and moved her head slightly so she could meet his gaze.

Jaskier caressed her hair with his hands before he took her face in both of his hands. He kissed her on the lips before the sound of heavy footsteps made them both return to reality.

"Where are you going?" Jaskier asked Geralt while he let Eira go.

"Going to help Yennefer," the witcher stated.

"What? No, she wants to control the Djinn! She's crazy, Geralt."

"She saved you. I can't just let her die," Geralt spoke and didn't even look back when he entered the castle.

"Is he crazy?"

Eira shrugged, but her features were filled with worry.

"Maybe," she responded and felt Jaskier's hand reach for hers.

She entwined their fingers and felt the bard's eyes on her.

"What did Geralt mean with your magic?"

The question seemed to knock the air out of her and Eira didn't dare to look at him.

"Eira," Jaskier urged and took her by the shoulders so she had to look at him. "Whatever it is, it's fine. I mean, I know you're a bit different. I mean that in a good way, just so you know," he rattled on.

Eira felt doubt creeping inside her and the words got stuck in her throat. She couldn't help the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

"You will never talk to me again," she said hesitantly.

Jaskier smiled and took her face in his hands again.

"I sincerely doubt that," he pressed a kiss on her forehead.

The loud sound of rumbling that came from the inside of the castle, made them both jump back. Stones flew everywhere when a part of the building came down before their eyes.

"Geralt!"

Both their voices echoed through the rumble and Eira trembled on her legs.

"No," she muttered. "No, no, he can't be in there."

She stared at the rumble of stones and swallowed hard.

"Jaskier," she whispered scared, "Geralt?"

The bard didn't answer, instead he swallowed thickly and let go of her to take a look around the castle. Eira swiftly closed her eyes, felt the sparkling, golden magical thread weave before her. It didn't hesitate, nor did it flicker.

"He's still alive," she said loudly, causing Jaskier to glance over his shoulder to her in surprise.

He stood by a window with a lazy smirk on his face.

"Yes, he is," he confirmed. "Very much so. So is Yennefer."

Eira arched a brow and ran towards Jaskier to glance inside the building. Or what was left of it.

"Oh," she gasped when she saw the witcher and the sorceress kissing. Their limbs entwined and hands grabbing everywhere. "Oh," was all Eira said again and felt her cheeks heat up.

She looked away quickly and pulled Jaskier with her.

"How did you know he was alive?"

Eira shut her eyes for a few seconds and bit her bottom lip.

"Eira?" Jaskier asked softly.

When she opened her eyes again, the bard stood before her. With his beautiful eyes on her face, his gentle hands resting on her shoulders and Eira her heartbeat sped up.

"I'm an elemental," she spoke silently.