The Witcher: Through the Worlds

by TheWitcherDom

This bards tale begins in the village of Claywitch. Where the Young Wolf, Dominik of Cintra, has accepted a contract from the local village elder. For years the young Witcher has traveled the continent, running from the ghosts of his failed past all while looking for his long lost love, Cirilla Fiona Ellen Riannon (Ciri x OC, rated M for language, violence, future sexual content)

27. Get Junior III

The Witcher: Through the Worlds

Chapter 27: Get Junior III

Narrator: After going to visit Geralt's old friend Vernon Roche, and helping him with some business, the two Witchers finally had what they were looking for. They discovered that Whoreson Junior was hidden away by King Radovid and the Redanian army in a mansion in Oxenfurt. Determined to figure out what happened to Ciri and I on that faithful night, the two Witchers set out. Under the cover of night, Dominik and Geralt both entered the city, intent on finally getting face to face with Cyprian Wiley, Whoreson Junior.

The night had finally fallen over Oxenfurt, and unlike Novigrad the streets at night were completely deserted. In Novigrad there were at least drunk patrons stumbling about, and shady characters looking to snatch your coin purse. However in Oxenfurt, the streets were all abandoned except for the guards clanking along the cobblestones in their armor. He couldn't help but feel that whatever greater power there was, knew what he and Geralt were going to do that night, and kept the streets clear for him. The only lights that helped him see was from the torches lining the streets and wall scones along the mansion walls. Silently, Geralt and he kept the alleyway, as the older Witcher poked his head around the side, seeing the entrance to Whoreson's mansion.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and his heart raced. Inside that mansion now was information about Ciri, and he was going to get it. A light breeze blew in the streets sending a small chill down his back, as he tried to control his breathing. He subconsciously adjusted the straps to his armor, tightening the gambeson and pulling up his gloves. Geralt peered around the corner of the alley, with his darker armor, and silent footsteps he could easily disappear into the shadows at any moment.

His adopted father sighed turning back to him, his yellow eyes meeting his emerald ones.

"Two guards posted outside, time to see if Radovid was telling the truth, you ready," The older Witcher asked him.

Slowly he nodded. He had been ready since they first heard that Ciri had an encounter with the man. His messy, wavy brown hair blew in the wind, as his hands twitched, ready to move.

Geralt met his eyes one more time, this time a harder look came to the older Witcher's face.

"Listen, you've been doing well with it, but I need you to keep calm when we find him," Geralt said to him carefully.

His heart started to beat even faster. A new bomb's fuse was slowly starting to burn in his stomach. He thought about all of the men who had hurt Ciri in the pass, Vilgefortz, Leo Bonhart, Eredin. All of those men were out of his reach, she had to deal with them herself, they had hurt her, tried to capture her, and he hadn't been able to be there to stop them at all. Now, he was moments away from being with another man who had apparently had another run in with her. If he had hurt her in any way, it wasn't going to end well for him. However, he saw the truth in Geralt's words. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardize getting information about her.

Sighing as another breeze chilled his spine, he nodded to Geralt, "Alright I promise. Keep the blade away till the last possible moment."

Geralt nodded with a smile and gestured for him to follow, "Good. Come on, let's go."

Quietly he followed Geralt from out of the alleyway. A few soldiers clunked past them, carrying halberds and shields, but they took no notice of either of them. He and Geralt's footsteps were silent as they kept to the side of the road. Whoreson's mansion that the Redanian's had given him was more of an estate. High walls with torches hanging off them, and through small windows, he could see grounds with flowers beds and a fountain. Two sets of steps leading to two smaller houses, while the main, bigger building was nestled to the left. In his short glance through the window, he could see multiple armed guards patrolling along Whoreson's grounds. The wind chilled his blood, as his sword clunked in its sheath. He was eager to draw it, to blast his way into the compound and drag Whoreson out by his scrawny neck.

However he knew that Geralt preferred to stay discreet as long as possible. He followed behind the white-haired Witcher as they finally approached the gate. Two men guarded it, both wearing trousers and silk purple tops. Both had on the clown masks, with multiple tattoos down their bodies, both carried blades at their sides. He took in a deep, steadying breath as Geralt approached them first.

"Greetings," His adopted father said in his deep gravely voice, "We're here about-."

As soon as he stepped into their view next to Geralt, one man shot out his hand, "That's him! I recognize that one!"

His eyes widened for a moment, before his hand slowly started to twitch upwards. The other guard's hand went to his belt and he quickly drew out his blade.

"Yeah, I remember! He's one of the Witcher's that attacked the casino! Killed Olgierd and Vick," The man said, as they both now had their blades drawn.

Geralt looked at him with an eye roll, and he sighed. He carefully held up his hands and tried to laugh at the two men.

"Gentlemen please, that was all just a friendly misunderstanding at the casino," He said, knowing that his efforts would be in vein.

Sure enough neither guard believed him. The first one quickly charged at him, swinging his blade at him from the right. He didn't have time to draw his sword, so quickly his hand went to the dagger on his belt. The man's strike was wild, so he managed to catch his attackers hand with his own, before quickly jabbing the dagger into the clown mans underarm. The henchman screamed, but quickly Dominik pulled his dagger out of the man, before quickly jabbing it upwards into this throat, silencing the screaming. He whirled back around, and just before the second guard could lunge at him, Geralt's sword plunged through his back with a squelch before the man fell to the ground. Sighing in disappointment, he twirled the dagger in his hand before sliding it back into his belt.

"You and Faram must've made some good friends at the casino," Geralt said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes at the older Witcher, "You could say that yeah. Come on, let's move these bodies to the alley before a patrol comes around."

Geralt nodded, and he reached down to grab the arms of the two guards. He dragged the lifeless corpse by the hands to the alley nearby, it was small and wedged between the mansion grounds and the nearby building. Before he plopped the body to the ground, he pulled the ring of keys the man had been carrying off his belt. A few bronze keys hang from it, and he assumed one of them was to open the door to the estate.

It was going to be almost impossible to get inside without fighting now. He watched as Geralt dropped the second body to the ground, before reaching into the bag on his waist. The older Witcher pulled out a small potion vile, it contained a rich turquoise mixture, that Geralt quickly downed in second. The older Witcher winced for moment, before the veins on his neck grew, and the effects went into his mutated body.

"Thunderbolt," Dominik asked, checking his own belt as well.

He check to make sure he had enough bombs, which thankfully he did. A couple of samum bombs, and another dragon's dream hung from his belt, along with his dagger and of course the sword on his back. Through the years he had always felt slightly hampered that he could drink any of the Witcher potions. A few of them, like Cat, Tawny Owl, or Killer Whale were much less toxic, and despite the fact he still felt like he needed to throw up afterwards, he was able to drink those when needed. However, Swallow, Thunderbolt, Blackblood, some of the more useful potions he would never be able to drink.

With his alchemical knowledge however he was still able to make other simple potions. One to help sooth pain, or calm his nerves, or to get his blood flowing again after he had lost a lot of it. Through the years, he couldn't rely on mutations, or potions to help him heal after fights. He knew that if he was going to go out on the path alone, and search for Ciri on his own he'd need to develop his other skills as much as he could.

That's why he became a master at making oils, bombs, witcher traps, and made sure to study the bestiary as closely as he could, so no matter the monster he knew what he was up against and could exploit the weakness.

Despite not being able to drink most Witcher potions, he had also made sure to have an acute knowledge of healing potions and other formulae. Freya in Ellander was the best he had ever met when it came to herbs, potions, and healing. He did more then just have a romantic relationship with the girl when he was with her, he made sure to learn everything he could. She had taught him much in the time he spent with her.

He spent years honing these skills for this moment. When he finally had a breakthrough in his search for Ciri. It had finally come. However he knew that he still needed to get even stronger. That was what the late-night training sessions with Geralt had been for, the new lessons with Faram.

Geralt took in a deep steadying sigh before looking back at him, "Yeah, Thunderbolt. You got a samum on you?"

"Always," He said, pulling the bomb from his belt.

Geralt nodded, "Good, no way we're going to sneak around now. Can hear about 15 of them, toss that to create some chaos. You ready?"

He looked over towards the large walls of the mansion and could see the larger house jetting out over them. Somewhere in that compound, was a man who knew what had happened to Ciri.

And he was going to have a friendly chat with him.

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Geralt had been right, they noticed them as soon as they entered the compound. He heard the racking of steel being slid from sheaths, and the twang of crossbows being knocked. A group came charging at Geralt, and so he did exactly what the older Witcher had ordered. His hand went to his belt as he pulled out the samum bomb. He lit the fuse with his sign and tossed the bomb forward, the group of men that had been charging were all hit and stunned by the explosion, one even being knocked to the ground by the shrapnel. A crossbow twanged, and he heard a clatter of steel. He looked to the left and Geralt had deflected the bolt with his blade just before it hit him.

"Deal with the archers," His adopted father yelled to him, leaping into the fray against the group of henchmen he had stunned.

He nodded just before he heard the firing of another crossbow. Whirling around he spotted the bolt and waved his sword upwards. It deflected the bolt into the ground, and he ran up towards where they were positioned. It was as he saw when he peaked into the door. A garden and fountain were in the middle where Geralt was taking down thugs with a flurry of spins and parries. Two sets of stairs were leading up to two smaller houses. He spotted four men with crossbows, and as he ran up the stair's he heard another flurry of bolts fire. He couldn't see them, so he shot his hands upwards and the yellow Quen shield sprang up around him.

The bolts hit his shield and bounced off as he reached the top of the steps. The four crossbowmen pulled out blades, and he lowered his shield and rolled forward into action. He felt his blood pump through his chest at an alarming rate. His sword moved in such precise motion he surprised himself. Four men lashed out at him, but he spun, parried and deflected blows from all four sides of him.

He knocked man's sword upwards and spun around to slice across the mans throat. Quickly he raised up his blade behind his back and deflected a horizontal blow that would have sliced through his back. His attacked tried to power through the block, he was about to try and spin to counter, when he heard another man rushing towards him. Another one of the men came to try and slice him from the front while he held the block. Quickly he ducked and spun away, and the mans momentum brought him forward so he sliced across his allies chest.

Dominik took the advantage, spinning back towards the man, jabbing his blade through the mans back. Three lay dead, but he heard the twang of a crossbow being loosed again. Whirling around he knocked aside one bolt, before he charged towards the final archer. He leaped with a spin, and sliced the mans crossbow clean in half, before he got behind the man and sliced down the back of his legs. His opponent fell to his knees, and Dominik spun around slicing down with his faithful blade to lop off the man's head.

He stopped himself and regained his composure, gripping both hands on his sword as he looked at the bodies strewn about. The hair on his neck continued to stand up and all he could hear in his head was her voice. Ciri's voice, 'More than anything you know that but… right now I need to keep moving, we have to do it now'. She was at stake, the information to her was at stake, and he felt his blood pressure begin to rise, the bomb of anger's fuse slowly began to simmer again. He heard the clanging of steel and saw another group of men surrounding Geralt below. Breaking off in a run, he twirled his blade to a reverse grip.

He jumped and spun, using his momentum to slice across the back of one man who had come up behind Geralt. For a few moments he fought back to back with the older Witcher. The two moved and spun off each other's movements in perfect synchronization. He spun around Geralt's back and deflected one mans blow before slicing across his stomach and spun to another man. Quickly he parried two more strikes before the man went for a stab. He knocked the man's blade downwards and stabbed his own blade through his stomach and kicked him back.

Another man went for a stab to his right, but Geralt quickly saved him by spinning around and cutting clean through the mans hands, and ending him with a quick, deep slice to the chest. Only a few remained and he heard the voice in his head again, "More than anything you know that but… right now I need to keep moving, we have to do it now". It had only been a few days after he had left Novigrad. If he had only waited a few days more, if he hadn't been such a petulant child all throughout the last eight years, she'd be with him right now. He could have stopped her from going through all the horrible things she had, he should have saved her, she had been through hell and back twice now, and he hadn't been able to help her either time. It wouldn't happen again he was going to be there for her this time.

"COME ON," He yelled, feeling the anger spew from his mouth like an active volcano.

He lashed out, gripping his sword with both hands towards one more man. With as much strength as he could muster, he swung down knocking the mans sword from his hands. Next, he brought a slash down across the mans chest, before spinning and cutting clean through the mans head. The clowns head rolled at his feet, and the body slumped to the ground with a large thud. He heard another sword cut through flesh and screams from behind him and whirled to see Geralt cut his steel through another man. The body fell in front of the older Witcher, and he looked back up to him, a river of blood and corpses flowing through Whoreson's estate.

The older Witcher took in a steadying breath and looked up at him, "You alright?"

Dominik took a few deep breaths to steady his heart rate as well. It had been beating at such an alarming rate he was worried that he'd soon have a heart attack. It still felt as if a bomb was exploding in his chest, and the shrapnel was cutting up his intestines. The anger that was flaring up in his gut wasn't something he'd ever felt before in his life. The last time he remembered being so angry, was the day that Ciri had disappeared, and even then, he had been more devastated then angry.

Sighing he slung his sword back into it's sheath and looked up at Geralt, "I'm fine. Come on, lets go get this fucker."

Geralt's face turned dark as well, only being lit by the light of the moon and torches. The older Witcher quickly kicked open the door to the nearby mansion. The house was so large it jutted out over the walls of the estate itself. The house was so elegant he couldn't believe that someone like Whoreson had been inhabiting it. It had a long table in the living room, beautifully carved bookshelves, along with silver candlesticks to help light the room. Despite the fact that the mansion seemed so well maintained, there was only one thing that he could focus on as he took his first few steps into the building itself.

It was the stench of blood. He knew what blood smelled like, from the night of the massacre of Cintra, to the hundreds of monsters and men he'd killed. The smell, the stench blood left behind was a distinct metallic smell. And the stench of it was strong in that house. The stench of death and decay, he felt his finger begin to tremble again as he looked over to Geralt. His adopted father had managed to keep his cool so far, but Dominik could tell that he smelled the blood as well.

The older Witcher gestured for him to follow, so he did. Both of them climbed the stairs in complete silence. The steps didn't creak, and despite them being inside, a chill ran down his spine. The stench of the blood got closer and closer, attacking his nose more fiercely then any monster had ever attacked him. He almost gagged from the stench and coughed as a new mixture of blood and acid hit him.

"Fucking degenerate… if he so much as touched Ciri, he'll pay…" He heard Geralt say in front of him.

There had been very few times in his life that he heard Geralt speak with such intensity, such anger. He could hear venom dripping from his adopted fathers mouth as if it was coming from a snake itself. He was behind him at first, so he didn't see what Geralt had seen. However, hearing such anger in his adopted father's voice, he had to know what he had saw. He pushed his way past Geralt, and when he got to the top floor, he felt his legs lock, and his blood completely turned to ice.

The blood was smeared all over the walls, down the floors and on the tapestries. Women's undergarments hung laid out, bloody on tables next to him, lining down the hall. The blood was a mixture of old, dried blood on the floorboards, and fresh blood flowing from the room down the hall on the left. Bloody knives, hot pokers, and other instruments were strewn about on tables, and again they had a mixture of fresh and old blood on their tips. It was a torture chamber. He realized now what Radovid had meant when he had said Junior didn't treat the women he requested well. If what you did was so cruel that the mad king of Redania scoffed at you, there wasn't many worse things you could so.

Ciri had been here, in the same room, same vicinity as this man. It apparently had ended in him chasing both she and Dandelion through the streets. A new bomb exploded in his stomach, as his legs finally moved. His hands curled into fists, trembling with anger. In the room down the hall was another man who had tried to hurt Ciri as so many had. None of the other ones were within his reach at the moment.

However this one was.

He got to the door on at the edge of the hallway, a fresh river of blood slowly seeping out from under the door. His hand went out to turn the knob to open the door, but then her voice played in his head. 'More than anything you know that but… right now I need to keep moving, we have to do it now'. He hadn't been able to get his hands on Vilgefortz or Leo Bonhart, he couldn't reach Eredin now… but as soon as he looked and saw the swallow dangling around his neck, he felt something explode inside of him.

His hand shot forward and the blue blast from the Aard sign blew the door of its hinges. He heard a scream come from inside, as he slowly walked in, and saw what had happened. A bloody bed was to his left, while above him, hanging from a high ceiling beam, from a noose was a naked, bloody young woman with her throat cut. His blood raced through his body at an alarming rate again, his face contorted into a snarl. To his right in a large tub, were three more women, all with their throats cut, their lifeless bodies lying in the water tainted with blood.

"What the sandwich fuck is this," A nasally voice screamed from the ground.

He looked down below him and got his first glimpse of the man. Whoreson was only wearing his brown trousers. The man was scrawny, lanky with brown hair tied back behind his head. His beady brown eyes stared at him, and he could see the madness, the absolute derangement spewing from them.

Again, he felt something erupt inside him as his fist curled.

"Hello Junior," He said in a deep, dark tone. Rearing his hand back, he shot his fist out with such fury, that he heard a loud *crack* and he couldn't tell if it was from Junior's nose, or his knuckles, but either way the man got sent sprawling to the ground, "We're here to talk…"

The man wailed and grabbed his nose, trying to scramble back up to his feet. However, Dominik wasn't the only angry one in the room. Geralt had just entered behind him, and when Junior tried to rise, the older Witcher kicked him in the ribs, sending him back down to the ground.

Spitting blood from his mouth, Junior crawled up to all fours like a dog, "Oh… fuck… fuck me…"

Ciri's face flashed in his head, and he felt himself erupt again. He reached down, gripping the man by his long brown hair, and yanking it back. He tossed the man back behind him, sending him slamming into a bookshelf. It seemed the initial shock had warn off from the man, because when he looked up, he finally seemed to realize what was happening. Two very large, and very angry men stood above him, and he knew Whoreson could see how angry they were.

"HELP, help me for fuck's sake," The man yelled down the hall, praying for his thugs to come rescue him.

It was Geralt's turn to step forward, as he reared back and stomped his boot into the man's abdomen again, "Nobody is coming to help you."

"H…help, somebody," The man continued to wail, and he felt himself snap again.

"He said, nobody's coming, didn't you hear him," Dominik said, his tone deathly low. He gripped the man by his arm and dragged him towards the bathtub that the dead women lay in.

Feeling the rage build up and spew out of him, he gripped the mans hair, and smashed his face into the tub. After hearing another crack, he lifted the man's head above the water, before smashing it into the pool of blood.

"If you so much as fucking touched her, I'll rip your fucking tongue out of your mouth with my bare hands," He hissed at the man, bringing his head back above the water after he thrashed for air.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about I swear," The man wailed in a high-pitched tone, before Dominik took him and threw him to the ground in front of Geralt.

Geralt looked down at the scrawny man, his arms crossed, "Get up you fucking degenerate. You're going to answer some of our questions."

His hands were still trembling, Whoreson had gotten off easy. All he could see was Ciri's face, hear her voice, and then look at the women who were laying dead all around him, mutilated and raped. Careful not to take his eyes off the man, he moved next to Geralt, while he was shorter then the older Witcher, Whoreson seemed to be scared of Dominik more. Geralt gestured towards the chair that sat next to the bed. Whoreson, careful not to take his eyes off either Witcher, meekly walked over towards the chair, and turned to look at them both.

His nose had been bloodied, sticking out at an odd angle. He clearly had broken it, and it was gushing blood down the mans face. A new bruise sat on his forehead, and on his tattooed chest were multiple boot marks from where Geralt and he had stomped him.

"I… I'll tell you everything I know I swear," The man said, trying to raise his arms up.

Geralt smirked and looked over to Dominik, "Hear that Dom, Junior here is going to tell us everything."

He had his arms crossed, but his fingers were gripping onto his arms, eager to spring forward to hit the man again. The woman dangling from the ceiling's feet waved in-front of Whoreson's face, and it took every bit of control he had to not lash out again.

"Good… he better, or else bad things are going to happen… very bad things," He said, his tone growing ever lower.

Whoreson's eyes widened and he nodded his head, "I will, truly I will, whatever you want I'll tell you!"

Geralt narrowed his eyes at the man, and Dominik could see the cold murderous glare his adopted father was giving him. It was a look of rage to rival his own, however Dominik could feel his emerald eyes glowing with hot fire. His hand's twitched as Geralt spoke in a low, dangerous tone.

"We're looking for a young woman and a minstrel… we know that you had a run in with them," Geralt said to the man slowly, straining every last word to get his point across.

Whoreson scoffed and looked between them both, "A bird? A fucking bird-."

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Dominik's vision turned red again. His fist flew out into the man's stomach, and he kicked him down right into the chair. The insult had finally sent him over the edge, he pulled his dagger from his belt, and gripped Whoreson by the hair, the dagger went right under his throat, pushing him in the chair back up against the tub.

"ASHEN HAIR, SCAR ON HER FACE, SWORD ON HER BACK," He screamed at the top of his lungs, spit firing into the mans face, "We know that you saw her. Do you remember, or do I need to jar your fucking memory!?"

He dug the tip of his dagger into the mans chin, and suddenly he wasn't in the mood to make jokes.

"Yes…. Yes, yes, yes, I remember, she was here yes," The man wailed, as Dominik violently yanked on his hair one more time before tossing it aside and taking a step back next to Geralt.

Dominik spit at the man's feet, as his vision finally went back to normal. He had never felt rage like that before in his life, and when it finally came out, it was as if he had seen nothing but red. Finally Whoreson breathed a shaky sigh and looked back up at them.

Geralt crouched down and met the man's eyes, "Now Junior. Let me tell you why you shouldn't lie to us."

"I won't lie, honest I won't," The man quickly wailed to them both.

Geralt slowly shook his head and stood back up to his feet. The older Witcher paced in front of Junior, his dangerous yellow eyes not leaving the scrawny clown man.

"The woman we're looking for, is very important to us. Dominik and I, been looking for her for a long time," Geralt said, looking over to meet Dominik's eyes now, "How long exactly has it been since you've seen her Dom, tell our friend Junior."

Dominik's eyes went to Junior, who had shakily turned to face him.

"Eight years…" he said slowly, not taking his eyes away from Whoreson's beady little brown ones.

The scrawny man's eyes went wide, before Geralt knelt down in front of him again.

"Eight years, that's a long time. Been a while for me as well… Dominik, why don't you tell Junior about what your eight-year search has been like," Geralt said, gesturing for him to come in front of the man.

It may have been cruel, what they were doing, but no sympathy ran through Dominik's veins. The floor creaking below him, he moved over and crouched down to be eye level with Junior.

The clown man didn't dare interrupt him and seemed to be shaking to the core.

"Been looking for her since I was fourteen. It's been a long, hard road, nearly died a couple hundred times," He said slowly, and Junior began to shake more with every word, "Had to kill a lot of people along the way. Some tried to cheat me, others lied to me. Through it all though… Geralt and I found her trail. And you know where it led us? Right to you… I feel like one more lie would send me over the edge… and I'll do something I later regret. Do you understand what I'm trying to say you fucking pig?"

Whoreson nodded his head so hard he nearly fell out of his chair, "Yes…. Yes I understand completely."

"Good…" He said slowly, standing up and looking at Geralt.

The older Witcher stepped forward again and Whoreson looked up to meet his eyes now.

"Now, the ashen haired women, I want you to tell us how you ended up meeting her, and what happened to her," Geralt said slowly, his arms crossed.

Whoreson scoffed again and his eyes went wide, looking between Geralt and he, "What happened to her!? She attacked me!"

His finger curled again, and the red started to come into his vision again.

"Lie one more time. And I'll cut your fucking balls off, I'll make what Dom's done to you look like child's play," Geralt said in his low raspy voice.

Despite all the torture they had put Whoreson through, he had to give the man credit. Somehow, he managed to laugh.

"Hehehe, that wench she-." The man was cut off yet again when Dominik saw red.

The younger Witcher pulled his dagger from his belt and smacked his arm downwards. The dagger implanted itself in the wood of the chair, right between Whoreson's legs. The man yelped and tried to scramble back in the chair as the dagger nearly stabbed right into his balls. Dominik looked up and met his eyes, before yanking the dagger out of the wood.

"I suggest you one, stop with the insults," He said narrowing his eyes at the man, "And two, I also suggest you get to the fucking point. Patience isn't my strong suit, inherited that from my mother."

Whoreson gulped again an quickly nodded his head, as Dominik stood back up next to Geralt. The younger Witcher waved at the man to continue, and Whoreson shakily sighed, leaning his elbows down on his knees. The clown man composed himself and looked back up at them both.

"We's made a deal see. I was to repair their magic phyla-whatsit. That wenc-… girl and the songster were to bring me Sigi Reuven's treasure," The man explained shakily, gulping before he went on, "They didn't, so I might've flown off the handle a bit I admit…"

Before Dominik could finally stab the man, Geralt intervened and spoke, "Tell us what you did and remember… don't lie."

Whoreson shook his head quickly and looked at them again, "I nabbed their flunky, Dodo, and waited for them to come to me."

For a few moments he forgot his rage as the puzzle finally clicked in Dominik's head. They had robbed Dijkstra's vault for Whoreson, but he still needed to know why. Thankfully Whoreson wasn't finished talking, as the man shakily pointed his finger towards the dresser across the room.

"That… that there is what they wanted fixed," He said, his voice still meek and terrified.

He whirled around and walked over to the dresser the man was pointing too. Slowly, he walked over, and his eyes widened when he realized what the box was. It was a phylactery, and the puzzle had finally pieced together. Ciri had needed to either open or enchant the box somehow, but it was magically sealed, that was part of the reason she was looking for Geralt, Yennefer and he. Geralt knew a magnitude of people who could possibly get the box open, while Dominik himself did as well. He had done plenty of favors for powerful mages over the years, and possibly could have found someone.

But how was the box linked to the curse she had been trying to lift? Was she trying to use whatever was inside the box…. Had the curse been casted on her herself, and that was why she was in such a hurry? Gently he picked the smaller box up, and ran his hand along the cold, gold and black material. He could feel his medallion humming around his neck, the box was still rich with magical powers. For some reason it was important to Ciri, so carefully he put it into his bag, before turning back to Geralt and Whoreson.

"You expect us to believe you're smart enough to open a phylactery," He spat out to the man, walking back up next to Geralt.

The man shakily stood to his feet and shook his head, "Not me… but I know a guy. That was the deal."

They knew now why Ciri had come to Novigrad, but still no idea what had happened to her. He knew that Whoreson knew more, he was going to punch the man in the stomach again, but Geralt beat him to it. He slammed his fist into Whoreson's stomach and the man fell back to his seat.

"This isn't good enough Junior. Details, NOW," Geralt demanded, standing up in front of the man.

He came up and stood next to Geralt, staring down at the man as well. Whoreson coughed up a few specks of blood before gulping loudly again and looking back up at them.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you all, just like I happened I swear…." The man pleaded.

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"Got a bad feeling about this…" Dandelion said worriedly, as she slowly approached the house behind him.

The night was cool, with no rain in sight. Her hair blew gently from the front of her face in the breeze, a cooling chill running down her back. It was a beautiful night on temple isle, she was just glad that it had stopped raining for once. It probably wasn't going to be the best idea, barging in Whoreson Junior's house, the man was deranged, but she'd be damned if she left Dudu in his hands. The doppler had risked his life to help them, and she wasn't just going to leave him in the mans hands.

Her plan was simple, she needed to get Dudu out of there, and then she needed to find where Whoreson had taken the phylactery. After she got it back, she was ready to finally admit that Dandelion had been right. She should have waited for him to contact Dominik and Geralt, either of them would have been much, much better then dealing with Whoreson. However, she didn't know how much time Avallach would have left before the curse took hold, or before the Hunt found her again, she needed to get the box open somehow.

And she knew that Dominik would have pried it open with his bare hands if he could have. Three days. It had only been three days that she had missed him by. Every instinct inside of her, every fiber of her being yearned, pleaded with her brain to wait. He would have ran back to Novigrad on his hands if he had too, that was what Dandelion had told her. She wasn't afraid to admit how she blushed when she heard that, and how much she did when her bard friend told him of what Dominik had been up too.

He had never stopped looking for her. From the moment she had first been separated from him, he had never stopped trying to find her… just like they had promised. Hearing about how he had been the last eight years, made her more and more ashamed herself. When she had first gotten separated from him, she did everything she could to get back, and when she finally did the first time, he hadn't been there. He was still out looking for her, Geralt hadn't been able to find him to bring him to Strygga Castle that day. She remembered how upset it had made her, how she wanted to go look for him then, right away with Geralt. But that was before the damn Lodge had summoned her, cutting off any plans she had of looking for him. It had been made slightly better when Yennefer had told her she located him, and sent him a letter for them to meet in Rivia.

She had been so excited on the way there, buzzing, riding her horse half to death to get there as quick as she could with Triss and Yen. But then she also remembered the crowds, Geralt lying half dead on the ground, and half the crowd chasing someone else… it had been him they were chasing. They were ready to kill him, and that was when Yen had sent Triss to save him, and after it had all ended, when she knew Triss had gotten to Dominik to safety, and she had herself had gotten Yen and Geralt to Malus Island… that was when she made the choice.

The choice she made after rescuing Geralt and Yennefer from Rivia had haunted her for the past two years. Every bit of her wanted to go and find him, after Geralt and Yennefer had been saved and healed, every single bit of her being wanted to go and find where he was, be able to see the goofy smile on his face when he saw her.

But the Hunt was on her trail, and closely at that. She had risked everything to save Geralt from the Hunt, and again she was forced with the choice. Go and find Dominik, bringing the entirety of the Wild Hunt down on the man she loved… or flee so he would be safe…. She had chosen the latter twice, fled twice, and it was something she thought about every day for the two years she had been gone since.

So when Dandelion had told her she had only missed seeing him by three days, she had almost gone off the deep end. However, she would make up for it now.

She would save Dudu, get the phylactery, and Dandelion would get word to Dominik and she would finally see him again. And she could finally tell him how sorry she was.

But the first part of that plan, involved saving Dudu, she wasn't going to let her friend rot in the madman's house.

"Calm down Dandelion. We can't leave Dudu in Whoreson's hands, you know that," She said to the bard, trying to sound reassuring.

The house Whoreson had been held up in seemed like a fortress. However, she could see scaffolding plenty strong enough for her to climb, it was just a matter if finding where the doppler himself was.

The cool breeze blew through her ashen locks, as Dandelion sighed and turned back to her, "I know, I know, but my gut can't be reasoned with, and no amount of sympathy I have can blot it out!"

Sighing she rolled her eyes at the bard, "I'll go in alone you know. You'll stay outside!"

Dandelion scoffed again with his hands on his hips, "I can't let you go in alone! Anything happens to you, Geralt'll rip my head off! That's if Dom doesn't cut my arms off first! I told you we should have waited, none of this would have happened with Dom here. He would've beat the information out of Whoreson, better yet, knew someone else we could've went too!"

She felt herself fluster. Not only did she know that this was true, it also would've meant her getting to see him again. That longing to see him, how much she missed him, Geralt and Yennefer, these were all the reasons she had begged Avallach to come back.

"I know you were right I've already told you that… three fucking days," She muttered, sighing in disappointment.

The bard sighed himself and shook his head, "Ciri… you're all he's thought about for all of this time. He… he isn't that same boy from Kaer Morhen… now all he wants to do is to find you. What do you even want to do if you manage to save Dudu, do you want me to finally contact them!?"

Her heartbeat faster in her chest, but she shook off the flustered feeling. She could lament the fact she had been so close later. She looked to meet the bards eyes and held her hands up in a calming gesture.

"I'll get Dudu out of here, we'll get the phylactery back, and then you can send word to Dom and Geralt. I'll be fine Dandelion," She said, trying to keep her voice in a calming tone.

The bard sighed and shook his head, looking back up to meet her eyes, "If Whoreson hurts you, he… he's going to pay. If… if not from me then just you wait, wait till you see what Dom will do to him if he lays a finger on you."

She couldn't help but smile at the bard's bravery, and feel her face get hot at the mention of him again… and what he was still willing to do for her all these years later. She adjusted the strap of her sword around her back and checked to make sure no guards were coming there way, before looking back to Dandelion.

"Did you figure out where Whoreson is keeping Dudu," She asked him.

Dandelion sighed and nodded, "Yeah, if you climb up you should find it. Room on the top floor, one with the balcony."

Nodded she examined the scaffolding again, and it reminded her of the walls back at Kaer Morhen, the ones that she and Dominik would often challenge each other to races around.

"Alright, I'll meet you outside of Junior's house, get some horses," She said, turning back to the bard, "And I know it's hard, but do try to look inconspicuous."

Dandelion shakily nodded his head and jogged towards the streets.

She looked up at the scaffolding, and if she concentrated hard enough, she could see the great stone walls of Kaer Morhen. The two of them would often climb up to the highest possible towers after training had been done for the day. It was one of their favorite places. They'd sit and admire the sunset together, like they had used to do on the balconies at the castle in Cintra. She'd rest her head on his shoulder while he told her stupid jokes, and they'd watch the sunset. After the sun was finally setting and it was time for them to head to dinner, he'd always say the same thing.

Alright, let's run the walls, last one to the dining hall cleans up.

She looked up towards the scaffolding, and before she climbed reached around her neck, gripping tightly the bronze ring, remembering his young boyish voice and smile.

"Soon… soon I promise," She said quietly, before leaping up to start her climb.

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"There's the balcony… let's see what's inside," She muttered to herself, silently approaching the glass window.

Her boots moved silently across the scaffold, she finally reached the window itself, and gently pushed it open, careful not to make any noise. It was something that she had learned to do even better over the years, stay completely silent, her footsteps unable to be heard… like a true Witcher. After she finally had the window open, she looked down at the scene below, feeling her blood pressure begin to rise, as she tightly closed her fists.

Whoreson was standing over a tied and bound Dudu, a short knife in his hands, as the doppler was bleeding from multiple cuts over his eyes. She was going to make Whoreson pay, pay for what he'd done to her friend. When she had come back the first time, one of the first few questions she asked Geralt as they traveled towards Glyswen, before the Lodge of Sorceresses had summoned her, was what Dominik had been up too. That was when she learned that he had never stopped looking for her, and that Geralt had tried to find him before he came for her at Strygga Castle. However, Geralt had been unable to find him, and with time running out he made his way there without Dominik.

The last time Geralt told her he'd seen Dominik was three years prior. A bounty hunter who had been looking for her attacked him for information outside of Ellander, and Dom was severely wounded. She remembered the rage she felt, she almost set out to track the hunter down before Geralt informed him Dominik had managed to kill the man. She had been ready to rip the throat from the man who had hurt him.

It was part of her nature, she would never leave those she cared about behind, no matter the danger.

"And now, my dear Dodo…. I believe I'll try a different tool. Afraid' I'm quite bored with this one," Junior said in his nasally voice, a shit eating grin still adorned on his face.

Careful not to step on anything that could give her away, she slipped down into the room. Quickly and gracefully she bounded off the dresser underneath her and silently rolled towards the back of the room.

"You're fucking barmy Junior, you know that," She heard Dudu yell desperately.

She silently creeped towards the back of the man, and soon Dudu spotted her. Silently still she nodded her head towards the doppler, her anger rising as she reached up towards her sword. Silently she slid the slender blade from its red sheath.

Dudu looked back to Junior, a small smirk on the dopplers face, "So you enjoy good company? Like making new acquaintances."

Junior tossed his head back and laughed, "Hehehehe, you going to introduce me to someone fucking interesting?"

"I believe we're already acquainted," Ciri said, her voice dripping with venom, her words carrying across the entire room.

Whoreson didn't seem surprised to see her when she turned around. In-fact, the man slowly clapped his hands together with a smile, "Ah there you are! I was wondering when you'd come. Hoping for it in-fact!"

She smirked and leveled her blade, feeling the power begin to swirl inside of her, "Glad I could suffice."

Junior cackled again and pulled his sword, "Hehehehe, Dodo here has squealed delightfully. Dodo here has told me a few things, like the backup you plan to call for instance! Don't rightfully know what one man can do, but I don't like people walking out on deals. Afraid I'll have to kill him as well, but I think I'll toss him in the arena first! A young Witcher fighting in my arena, the amount of coin I'll bring in!"

Something clicked in Ciri's brain in that moment. For a horrible second, she saw it all again. The dungeon, the arena, Bonhart, the disgusting spectators as she was forced to fight men, monsters, bears, wolves, everything, before being tossed back down into that dank cell with nothing but scraps of bread and a madman to keep her company. She could feel the chains around her wrist, a sting on her cheek where Bonhart would beat her to the ground. Some of the most horrific moments of her life happened when she was caught and forced to fight in that arena.

And now Whoreson was threatening to do the same thing, only not to her. Dominik. She would be damned before she ever let what happened to her, happen to him. She would protect him however he could, just like he always had done for her, just like they had promised. Now it wasn't just about saving Dudu. Now, it was saving Dudu, and making Whoreson realize, she had threatened the wrong Witcher.

She lashed out with a quick spin, and before she knew it her and Whoreson were engaged in a steel whirlwind. The man knew how to use his blade; however she hadn't survived everything up to that point, only to be killed and taken down by a man such as he. She parried a strike from the left, knocking the mans blade upwards, before spinning and slashing her sword across his side.

Whoreson reared in pain, before coming back at her again. This time he charged wildly, and she side stepped, fainting backwards with a stab. It connected with the man's hand and he screamed out in pain, dropping his sword. The man still wasn't deterred, he pulled a knife from his coat pocket and swung wildly at her. Finally, he came at her with a thrust, she knocked his arm to the side, before spinning quickly and punching hard across the man's face, the cross guard of her sword jabbing into his eyes. Blood spewed from the mans face as he crumpled to the ground.

"An eye for an eye," She yelled down at him, kicking her boot into his stomach as hard as she could, sending him sprawling to the ground unconscious.

She almost went to slice her blade across the unconscious mans throat, her anger making the hairs on her neck stand up. However she heard more men screaming from down below, and faint footsteps. She cursed and sheathed her sword, running back over to Dudu, getting behind his chair to untie his bonds.

"Ciri! I… I'm sorry I told him about Dominik, I, he-." The doppler started quickly, as she managed to get the bonds untied.

She came around and got low to place her hands on the dopplers shoulders, "It's alright Dudu! Listen, first, Dandelion is going to send word to Dominik and Geralt. After you escape, only reveal yourself to one of them!"

The doppler shook, as they both heard more men rushing towards their location.

"And how are we going to get out of here," Dudu asked frantically, looking at her with wide eyes.

The idea quickly came to her when she saw Whoreson unconscious. She looked back to the doppler quickly, "Okay, here's what we'll do. You change into Whoreson and run out the door holding your face to cover the scar. Order the men to chase after me and flee!"

"I can't just leave you here with them after you," The doppler pleaded with her, as the footsteps began to get closer.

Quickly she shook her head, "There's no time! Go, and escape, transform and hide. Only reveal yourself if you see me, Dandelion, Geralt or Dominik, GO!"

The doppler looked at her for a second longer but didn't argue. She turned and drew her sword again when she heard Dudu transform behind her. She shifted her feet to the proper stance, and felt her powers, the magic swirl around her. As much as she didn't want to, she was going to have to unleash at least part of it if she was to have a chance. As skilled as she was, she knew that Whoreson had laid a trap, and dozens of men would be waiting for her. She watched as Dudu ran past her, in the form of Whoreson and burst through the door.

She let out a deep steadying breath as the four men rushed inside. The cold bronze of the ring around her neck hit against her chest, and it reminded her of him. All she had to do was escape, if she escaped then she would be able to see him. Geralt, Yennefer, Dominik, she would see them all, all she had to do was fight her way out. She had heard about how hard Dominik had been fighting for the last eight years to see her again.

And it was her turn to finally fight equally as hard to get to him.

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"And that is what happened, I swear it," Whoreson wailed from his seat, his nose still slowly dripping blood.

A new rage gripped him, the man really had tried to kill Ciri, but she had gotten the better of him. She was just about to have Dandelion send for Geralt and he, he would have ran to Novigrad with chains tied to his feet if he had gotten a letter from Dandelion saying she was there. It was another chance he could have seen her sooner that had been squandered. And it was all because of the man sitting in front of him now. Every single bit of his body wanted to stab the man there, stab him, make him slowly bleed to death on the floor as he gasped for breath, calling for help that wouldn't come.

They needed to know more however, so he slowly walked up towards the man, and with every bit of strength he had, backhanded the man across his cheek.

"In case you couldn't tell Junior," He said darkly as the man wailed and gripped his cheek, "We're her backup."

Whoreson gripped his cheek and nose as he slowly raised his head back to look at Geralt and he. The older Witcher stepped up off the bed he had been leaning on and got closer to the man, staring into his beady eyes.

"What happened to the woman Junior… better answer quick, don't know how much longer I can hold Dominik back," His adopted father threatened to the man.

"Fuck if I know," Whoreson quickly said in a pleading voice.

He felt his anger flare again as he took a step towards the man, screaming at the top of his lungs, the anger pulsating through his veins, "WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LYING!?"

The man's eyes went wide, and he flinched when Dominik stepped forward.

"One… one of the boys got her in the back on the way out… but she's alive I swear," The man screamed, holding up his arms in defense.

His anger flared up to new heights in his gut, heights he never knew it could reach. However, they were quickly simmered by a feeling of relief. The last time that Ciri had been seen to his knowledge now, she was alive. It would take a lot more than a sword, and a few thugs dressed like clowns to kill her, he knew this. Now, they had one part of their two-part puzzle completed, and as soon as they found Dandelion, they would have the other.

However, the relief didn't outweigh the anger in the end. His fingers curled again around his arms as Geralt stepped forward, the anger still laced into his voice.

"Got anything else to say Junior," The older Witcher said slowly, looking down at the man.

The man seemed to realize that his usefulness was coming to an end, because the man's wails started to become louder.

"I told you everything I know, I promise! Everything," The man said, falling out of the chair and onto his knees.

His finger twitched again as Geralt looked over to him. The older Witcher slowly turned back to the man after a moment, and crouched down to meet his eyes.

"Let me tell you how things currently stand," He said slowly, making the clown man's head look up before he continued, "Woman you attacked… she's like a daughter to me. And Dominik and her… they were… close you could say."

"Please… have mercy… I beg ye," The man whimpered, looking between the two Witcher's.

Geralt stood up and looked over to him again. His adopted father and he had a silent conversation. It was something they had been able to develop over their journey so far, and the years growing up. It's your choice. That was the clear message Geralt was saying. For a split moment he looked down at the whimpering, pathetic man, and he thought only for a split second about sparing his life. Not wanting to taint his blade with the blood of such a pathetic excuse for a man. However, he saw the dangling feet of the woman hanging from the beams above. He could see the dead women in the bathtub with their throats slit besides him. The sight of the hallway, stained with blood not just from his current victims, but from victims of old as well.

And then he heard Ciri's voice in his head. Then, he looked down at the swallow pendant dangling from his neck. And he thought of all the horrible things Whoreson would have done, had he somehow managed to kill or capture her.

After thinking of this, all thoughts of mercy left his body.

He took Geralt's place and knelt down in front of the man, meeting his beady, monstrous eyes.

"I bet the woman hanging from the ceiling begged for mercy as well," He started slowly, before looking over at the bathtub, "I bet those poor women in the tub begged for mercy."

"Please… I'll change… I'll change I swear," The man moaned, his head falling to the ground.

Slowly he shook his head as the man looked back up to him.

"Ciri didn't beg for mercy. She kicked your fucking ass, like you deserved," He started again, standing up to his feet, looking down at the man's eyes one more time, "But you still tried to hurt her, to kill her. I wasn't there to kill the other men who've tried to kill her in the past…. But now I am."

Quickly before the man could plead more, he unslung his blade, and slashed it forward. Blood spewed from the large gash in Whoreson's neck, before he finally crumpled to the ground, dead, not able to harm anyone else. After the man finally lay dead at his feet, it felt as if a giant bubble of air was slowly being let out in his stomach. The rage that had been fueling him for the entire fight, was slowly leaking out, like water from a dam.

Taking the place of the anger, was a rush of relief. A rush of relief that hit his stomach so hard, he felt himself churn. He turned around to the corner of the room near the fireplace and threw up everything he had eaten throughout the day onto the floor. The stench of blood and decay, incense and rotting wood all hit his nose at once, if anymore food had been in his system, he was sure that he would've regurgitated that as well in the moment. The rage that was built up inside him seemed to be what was keeping him from noticing everything going on around him.

He sighed and took in a shaky breath, and heard Geralt come up behind him, "You alright?"

Turning back around to the older Witcher he slowly nodded, "Yeah… yeah I'm fine."

"You sure… never seen you get like that before," The older Witcher said, meeting his green eyes.

The rush of relief filling his body seemed to be cleaning out of his system. They figured out what happened to Ciri, they had gotten what they came for. Again he slowly nodded towards his adopted father before taking in a deep breath.

"Yeah… I'm alright. He hurt Ciri, murdered and mutilated people… he deserved to die," He said, the certainty remaining in his voice.

Geralt gave him a calming nod. Outside the window, the moon was shining over the city. No birds, or anything could be heard from outside the cracked window as the cool breeze sent a new chill down his spine, as the hairs on his neck stood up again.

Geralt pointed down towards his bag, "You're right he did. It was a productive trip too. Let me see that phylactery."

His mind cleared when he remembered the small magical box he had picked up. Carefully he pulled it out of his bag and showed it to Geralt. The elegant gold and black box made both their medallions hum. He wasn't very well versed in magical objects, but he knew phylacteries could hold a great amount of magical power inside of them.

Geralt examined the box in his hands carefully, before handing it back to him, "I don't know what it is but… this thing seems different. Wonder what Ciri needed it for."

Dominik shrugged his shoulders before carefully putting the magical bauble back into his bag, "Don't know, but we know now why she and Dandelion robbed the vault. Why she was looking for us… maybe we should ask Triss to take a look at it."

The white-haired Witcher quickly nodded in agreement, "Good idea. Next time we see her we'll ask. Looks like we only got half of what happened here. We know why she came, but now we need to where she went."

He sighed deeply, finally feeling his stomach return to some form of normalcy. A rush of slight excitement ran through him because they knew exactly what to do to get the last piece of the puzzle.

Nodding he met Geralt's eyes, "And for that we need Dandelion, so… tomorrow we go see Priscilla again? See if she can help us find Dudu?"

Geralt looked out the window for a moment, before turning back to him with a nod, "Yeah… sounds like a plan. First though, let's get out of here. You look like you can use a bottle of something strong, and some sleep."

Scoffing he nodded his head in agreement, "You can say that again. So… so close. I could definitely use a drink first though."

A/N: Whoreson Junior is no more. I was really excited to write this chapter, and had so much fun doing it. I love diving deeper into my characters mind, seeing just how much it's changed since the beginning. In the first few chapters Dominik is more optimistic and upbeat, excited and ready to find Ciri, but as the chapters have slowly come, and he's getting closer and closer, but just keeps missing her, he's growing increasingly on edge, and doing things that Dominik from chapter 1 wouldn't have done.

Also I've had a few questions about the timeline for this story. The timeline is the ONE thing that I've really made a decent change I've made to cannon, so let me explain the timeline really quick for you all!

I'll do it by using Dom and Ciri's ages, current ages Dominik:22 Ciri:21 (almost 22)

Dom & Ciri are 11: Meet in Cintra after they just recently turned 11, become best-friends and spend tons of time together for almost a year.

Dom and Ciri are 11 almost 12: Massacre at Cintra. Dominik escapes and saves Ciri, both of them travel along north for about a month until Geralt finds them just before they're both 12.

Dom and Ciri are 12: For a few months after this Dom and Ciri train at Kaer Morhen, kiss for the first time, and meet Triss when she comes to Kaer Morhen.

Dom and Ciri ages 12-13: For almost a year Triss stays at Kaer Morhen with Dom, Ciri and the witchers. While Dom and Ciri are 13 they admit they love each other and begin dating.

Dom and Ciri age 13-14: Dominik goes with Ciri, Geralt and Triss to bring Ciri to the Temple of Melitele. Ciri studies at the temple for a few months, while Dominik travels with Geralt for a small time, until the two are attacked for information on the barge for Ciri, and Geralt contacts Yennefer to help Ciri.

Dom and Ciri age 13-14: When Dom and Ciri are almost fourteen Geralt brings Dominik to Ellander reuniting him with Ciri, and introducing him to Yennefer. Dominik and Ciri admit they're fully in love with each other, and for a year Dominik, Ciri, Yennefer and Geralt stay in Ellander while Ciri trains, becoming a real family. Just before Dominik turns fifteen, Ciri has to go to Aretuza.

Dominik ages 15-16: After figuring out Ciri is gone, Dom travels with Geralt for around a year looking for Ciri. When he is sixteen and Geralt says they need to go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter Dom refuses, and starts his journey alone.

Dominik age 17-18: Dom travels alone searching for a year, when he's seventeen he's attacked by a bounty hunter outside Ellander, but kills him. Geralt who had been looking for him brings him to Ellander to be healed, where Dominik meets Freya. For months Dom stays with Freya till just after his eighteenth birthday before he leaves and goes to search more.

Dominik ages 18-20: For two years Dominik searches for Ciri with little success, until he is in Vizima and receives a letter from Geralt telling him to come to Rivia. He rides there and almost dies during the Pogram, being saved by Triss, but not seeing Ciri when she was back.

Dominik ages 20-22: Dom continues to search for Ciri, but slowly looses hope. He believes Geralt and Yennefer both died in Rivia, and Ciri still out of his reach. This is until he comes to Claywitch and the main story begins

So this is the comprehensive timeline for my timeline. Like i said the timeline is one of the few things that i've changed from cannon. I aged up characters some, i shortened the time between the end of the books and the games. Ciri was trying to get back slightly longer. Geralt still did everything he did in the books, they just may have been more stretched out over time if that makes sense. I hope this clears up timeline questions, if you have more PM and let me know!

So this chapter was an important one obviously. What did you think of Dom's reaction to Whoreson and his growing impatience and anger? What situations do you think will make him like this in the future? What did you think of the Ciri pov, as we learn more about their relationship what do you think it'll be like when the reunite, what are more things you want to know about the two of them? What are you looking forward to the most?

Thank you all for the support again, it means more then I can describe. I am beyond grateful to all of you who have fav followed and reviewed. I'm locked in quarantine in the US, and it's really been getting to me. This story and all your continued support had helped me greatly however. Thank you all so much again, stay safe and I'll see you next time!

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