A/N: Well, hello there! So this is my first story that actually doesn't involve Naruto. Yeah, huge surprise right? Anyway, I hope you all like the first chapter for this story and the updates will be a bit random as I have my other stories to concentrate on. Now then, Moving on to the Prologue
Flashback- These are a turn back in memory lanes and are usually in italics
'Hello'- Thoughts/Telepathy of Normal Humans/Elves/Different Races
"Hello"- Speech of Normal Humans/Elves/Different Races
"Hello"- Speech of Monsters/Wildhunt
'Hello'- Thought/ Telepathy of Monsters/Wild Hunt
The prologue here starts from the protagonist's past. I haven't made it in italics for this one alone as it's not a flashback but more of a reveal into the past. After this, everything about the protagonists past will be in italics.
Prologue
"The Conjunction of the Spheres or that's what they called when the different worlds of the multiverse collided with each other changing the entire landscape of the land now known as the Continent. It allowed the entry of the first humans into that land. However, different races were not the only things that entered into that world, for the humans were quickly able to find themselves being able to manipulate the primordial forces, known as magic. Thus arrived the first wizards that entered this world, who could make wonders of wonders, from healing any kind of injury to causing storms and fire balls from the sky!
The cataclysm was subject to more than humans being entered for it also allowed the entry of other races such as dwarves and elves from the different worlds, and the entry of dark and foul creatures such as necrophages, specters and beasts.
These creatures were a threat to all living beings and thus were hunted down by men who specialized themselves in the trade. They used silver swords and spells to strike down their foes in return for gold. Witchers or so they were called. They prowled throughout the continent with their cat like eyes to hunt down the monsters that troubled the people inhabiting this world.
Thus started the millennial age of conflict between the different races and beings that call this place home. But our tale doesn't start here. Our tale speaks of the story of two lovers, the story of Lara Dorren and Creganan of Lod."
A young lady looked at a child as she tells him this story, while sitting near a fire atop the child's bed. The woman was in her early twenties with beautiful auburn hair adorning her head. Her face glistened with emerald green eyes, a mole beneath her cheeks that only sought to enhance her beauty. She was wearing simple villager like clothes but that didn't seem to stop her body from revealing it's magnificence. However, what stood out most about her was her ears. They were long and pointy unlike a regular human, which was quite normal considering she wasn't one.
Her son wasn't like her in that respect for he looked human in all parts. He didn't bear any resemblance with her except for the emerald green eyes they both share. He had a tuft of black hair on his head and a normal face which seemed to have from the father's side.
The child was silent, not uttering even a sound as he listened to the masterful story telling of the woman before him with sparkling eyes like any child would. He urged the woman to go on not able to handle the suspense. The woman smiled and continued to tell the story of the two lovers. Elf and Human who changed the course of history.
".. but her begging softened not the stony hearts of the Dh'oine, the merciless, cruel humans. So when Lara, now not begging for mercy for herself, but for her unborn child, caught hold of the carriage door, on the order of the queen the thuggish executioner struck with a sword and hacked off her fingers. And when a severe frost descended in the night, Lara breathed her last on the forested hilltop, giving birth to a tiny daughter, whom she protected with the remains of the warmth still flickering in her. And though she was surrounded by the blizzard, the night and the winter, spring suddenly bloomed on the hilltop and feainnewedd flowers blossomed. Even today do those flowers bloom in only two places: in Dol Blathanna and on the hilltop where Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal perished. The End."
The young woman had closed off her tale and looked at her child only to find him looking down sadly as though he was contemplating something. He then said,
"Those Dh'oine are bad, mama. How could they kill her when she had a child? What would the child do without it's mother?"
The young mother smiled at her child's innocence and then said with a beautiful smile, "Such is the playfulness of life, my child. Poor Lara's cáerme was as such. Now then go to sleep, your father would want you to wake up early tomorrow to study."
The obedient child listened to his young mother but his curiosity could not make him but ask, "Though you didn't say what happened to the child, mother? Was it able to survive?"
The woman smiled and then said, "Who knows? Maybe it did or maybe it did not? You would have to find out about it later. Dearme, wedd(Goodnight, child)"
The child pouted and said, "But you haven't finished the story!"
However the woman gave a playful smile to the child and went out of the room. The child could only pout and then go to sleep digesting the information of what he had learnt.
Morning soon came as the boy had come out of his room and went outside to answer Nature's calling. The house he lived in couldn't be called ordinary for it was a manor that had two floors at the minimum. There was a small garden that had many herbs which his mother had warned not to touch. He didn't like them anyway for some of them smelled funny to him, and thus he avoided them.
He was a smart child, learning that his mother was someone known as a mage. He had lived along with his mother and father in that manor alone, slightly away from a village known as Linthel slightly away from the free city of Novigrad.
He moved back to a place that looked something like a study and saw that there was a man who was silently reading a leather bound book which had no title.
The man was similar to the child in appearance with deep black hair and black eyes. One would wonder how the child got emerald green if his father had black eyes as black was the dominant gene. The father had a young face but by no means was it handsome or ugly, and looked to be in his late twenties unlike his wife, while having a short and trimmed beard covering his entire face. His body was not frail but by no means did it suggest he was strong too, neither too fat nor too lean. It looked normal at all angles. All that mattered was he was healthy. One would wonder how a normal looking man like this was able to shag a beautiful looking elf like his wife.
The child was curious about the book but he didn't question his father as he had never given the pleasure of answering the child. The child then turned to his father and said,
"Good day to you father."
The man replied with a grunt and replied in a gruff voice, "I see that you have come to start of your studies. Good, now come here and start telling me what you have learnt yesterday."
And thus started off the education of the child. The child started reciting orally what he had learnt the previous day. At first it was about history and then it was about various herbs and their practical uses in life. Once he had finished, his father had started to state questions on what he had learnt.
"What year are we currently living in?"
The child replied, "We are part of the 13th Century and the year is 1202."
The father then asked, "What are the different kingdoms that currently exists in the north?"
The child replied, "The Four Kingdoms of the North are Redania which is currently ruled by Radovid IV, Aedirn which is ruled by King Virufil, Kaedwen which is ruled by Tiradov II and Temaria which is ruled by King Faust III"
The father nodded his head and changed the subject,
"What can you tell me about the practical applications of Aconite?"
The child knowing what it was had started off with a spark in his eyes knowing the answer, "Aconite or Wolfsbane marked by the purple blooms has been used to reduce fever associated with colds, pneumonia and for sedation by administering the extract orally. It is also said to be used in the cure of Lycanthropy. However, it is toxic if the dosage is high as it is slows the heart which ultimately leads to death."
The stern father looked at his child and smiled, "I see that you have taken efforts to learn a few things on your own."
Any child would feel proud when he/she was complimented by his/her parents and this one was no different from any other. Like a peacock sticking out it's plumage, he put out his small chest and stood proud while saying,
"Hmm-hm, I have been learning a few things from the books you have in the library during my free time father. I want to learn a lot of things and soon help you out in your work!"
The father smiled at the child's goal and felt happy, like any father would seeing a filial child. However he shook his head and said, "Alright, alright, don't be too smug about it. You still have a lot to learn. Now, go. It's nearing noon and I'm sure that your mother would be expecting you for her magic lessons in the courtyard."
The child's eyes filled with eager light as he dashed out of the room and said, "Then I'm off father!"
The father looked at the excited child and sighed, "Ha, that boy….so easily excited. Doesn't he know any manners?"
However his sigh then turned into a smile as he watched the child eagerly going to his mother from the window. He turned back to his study and looked at the leather covered book and frowned slightly. He moved back to reading the book and took notes on what he had read.
The child was with his mother who had been teaching him the basics of magic and reviewing what he had learnt until then. Both his parents had found early on that the child had a connection with the source and thus started his magic training early on. Magic is volatile. If their child was meant to be playing with fire, then it was better for him to do so under their watchful eyes so that he doesn't get hurt.
His mother had been slow in her teachings making sure that he doesn't feel pressured too easily, however the child was able to catch up with her lessons better than she had first thought. He was a quick study. Once he learns something, he never forgets it. However, his bad habit was that he often experiments things on his own, something his mother had scolded him about a dozen times.
The sun had gone past and now evening came. The mother had deemed it enough training for the day and said,
"That's enough for today. Now, off you go little one. I'm pretty sure that your friends would be waiting to play with you."
The child nodded his head and said, "Yes, mother! I'm off!"
The child made small but quick steps as he ran away from the manor to the nearby village. He greeted the villagers as he made his way towards his friend's house to play. The village had been grateful to his parents as they had helped out the village whenever they could in matters of disease and crops. Thus, they hadn't faced many of the difficulties and had a lax life, better than the ones in other villages in the same area.
Life had been sweet to the child, for he didn't face much difficulties. He had been happy as a free bird but that soon came to an end.
(Two Years Later)
"Witchers?"
The young boy curiously asked about the new term he had just heard from his father while riding on horseback along with his father. The father nodded and said,
"You remember your mother telling you about those who specialized in dealing with monsters, right? Those are the witchers."
The boy brightened up and asked, "The one with the cat like eyes?"
The father nodded grimly and said, "Yes. You can see them carrying two swords and a bunch of potions, meant to fight against monsters and heal themselves."
The child asked, "Ohhh, so they are good people?"
The father laughed and said, "Yes but they don't do it for free. They ask for coin in return."
The child asked with a bewildered tone, "But why shouldn't they? Isn't gold necessary for buying food? How can they battle these monsters while being hungry? Besides, if they don't take care of these monsters, then a lot of other people get hurt, don't they?"
The father became silent at the child's wisdom. He sighed as he knew, despite the child innocent out take on this story, there is no point to refute. However, in the villager's views, they expect something different. They expect the Witchers to do it for free as it were their duty. They see things only from their own perspective and that perspective is that they are losing an unnecessary amount of gold. The child then asked,
"But why is the village looking for one? I don't think I have seen any monsters attacking it."
The Father grew tired of the endless questions of his child and said, "One of the hunters had spotted a griffin flying in the forest nearby. They think it had made it's lair over there. That's why we printed those notices and put them on the board in nearby villages, hoping that one of them comes our way and gets rid of it. Now stop asking too much questions."
The obedient child listened to his father and didn't speak another word. A few moments later, the father sighed as he felt guilty of removing the one thing that relieved his child of the boredom that persisted. He then asked,
"Are you eager to see your mother again?"
The child who had been mum until now had brightened up and said, "Yes! It's been three days! And I miss her terribly!"
The father laughed and said, "Then you should have never agreed to leave with me to the visit the other villages!"
The child pouted and said, "You didn't say that you were going to check up on those sickly people too!"
The father laughed and replied, "You didn't ask. Besides, I already told you, didn't I? You can never turn away a person in need."
The child pouted still, not being satisfied with the answer his father gave him. The pair of father and child soon arrived at their home. The child enthusiastically ran to the house and banged the door
"Mother! We are home!"
The door opened quickly as the frantic elven mage looked at the father and child saying, "Get inside! Quickly!"
The father went alert, while the child was confused at the sudden turn of events but they obeyed her command and got inside the house quickly. The father asked,
"What's the problem?"
The mother frowned and said, "The baron's men are in the village."
The father gave an equal frown and asked, "What does he want?"
The father and child then noticed one of the villagers nearby and said, "The Baron said that we haven't paid our taxes properly and is asking for more! We have already paid the grain that was supposed to be given to him for this year and if he asks for anymore, then we won't have enough food for the winter! The Ealdorman is doing the best he can but he could not reason with the Baron! Please sir, ye have to help us!"
The father sighed and then nodded his head to the village folk and said, "Alright. We'll talk with him."
He then noticed the hesitance in his wife's face and said, "The villagers have been kind to us all these years and let us live in peace. The least we can do is take care of some idiot noble."
The mother looked seriously at the father but then sighed as she said, "You're right… It's the least we can do, alright."
The villager cried and said, "Thank ye sir! Many blessing's on ye!"
The father nodded and then said to his wife, "You stay back here with our son. I'll go and speak with the baron."
The mother replied, "Out of the question. If you're going, then I'm going as well."
The father looked perplexed but soon gave up to the tenacity of his wife, "Alright. Let's all go and greet him together."
The mother smiled at that and then nodded her head. The poor child didn't understand what the adults were talking about but knew that the villagers needed his parent's help. Therefore he remained silent as they all moved towards the village.
The baron's men had rounded up all the villagers in a circle where everyone were silent. The family of three had come to witness this. The young boy saw the Baron. He was a fat person wearing gaudy robes of red that glared in his eyes, while mounted on a horse. He didn't like the feeling coming off from the Baron, nor from the hungry looking soldiers that were eyeing the women folk in the village. The father who came by asked,
"Milord, what is the meaning of this? The villagers have paid their tribute as agreed. What reason could you have for wanting more?"
The baron snorted and said, "Is that right? Then how is that you are able to issue a bounty for the head of a griffin without asking me? Give me the amount that rightfully belongs to me and then I shall leave."
The Ealdorman then said, "But sir! We have already told you! We have no more grain to give! The bounty for the Griffin was put out from the savings we had for over the years!"
The Baron said, "Bollocks! Enough lying!"
The father then noticed that the Baron was losing his patience. The father knew that the situation was not good. The Baron then said to the Ealdorman,
"Alright, I had enough. You are testing my patience and I will get really angry if you don't give me what I ask of you…..unless, you can provide me something else."
The Ealdorman asked, "What is it sire?"
The Baron then looked over the people with a hungry gaze. The father recognized that look. It was a look of lust. He knew nothing good was about to occur whenever a noble had that look. Worst of all, his gaze had been locked right beside him. It was his wife. The baron added,
"I have long heard of an elven beauty, a sorceress living in this village in silence. If you can send her to warm up mine bed, then ye shall be spared!"
The soldiers who heard it laughed along with the baron while the villagers remained silent. The husband and wife grew furious at his demand but they remained silent as they contained their fury within. The father then said,
"I can't agree to that sir, she is my wife and a mother too. I'm sure that there are other unmarried elven women out there who would love to do that task for you."
The baron looked at the father. He then slowly got off his mount with his fat body bouncing as he walked. With two guards by his side, he slowly approached the elven mage. The father got in front of him blocking his path. The baron looked at the man and said,
"Move out of the way."
The father didn't respond and just looked at the baron straight in the eye. The baron said,
"As you wish.."
He quikly drew his sword and stabbed the brave man in the gut, kicking him off to the side. The father had a look of shock on his face as he didn't understand what had happened.
"FATHER!" "Tomen!"
The pair of mother and child immediately moved towards the injured father. His torso was bleeding heavily from the strike.
"Father! You're hurt!"
"I-I'm a-alright."
"Hold on! I'll heal you immediately! Son! Hold your father's abdomen with this cloth! Don't let him bleed too much!"
The elven mother immediately tried to cast a spell but she was grabbed by the baron who said with a lusty look,
"Come my dear. Our bed awaits us."
The elven mage struggled and screamed, "LET GO OF ME BASTARD!"
The child who saw the mother being held immediately moved forward and shouted, "MOTHER! GIVE ME BACK MY MOTHER! LET! HER! GO!"
The two guards went and grabbed hold of the child who laughed and said, "Give up boy! Once the Lord has set his sights on something, he wouldn't stop until he attains it!"
The soldiers then threw the child back to the father's body. It was then it happened. The laughter stopped as a light gurgling sound was heard.
Blood.
Fresh red blood came out from the Baron's neck with a knife embedded in it. The baron looked at the elven mage with a frightened look as he fell on the dirt. Cold. He didn't move a muscle. Silence. The laughter of the soldiers no longer filled the place but was now replaced with a silence of shock. The first one to regain his senses shouted,
"THEY HAVE KILLED THE BARON! GET THEM! KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL!"
Chaos reigned immediately as the soldiers started killing everyone immediately. The villagers started crying and ran for their lives while the soldiers pursued them in a frenzy. In the chaos, the elven mage quickly got back to her family and prepared to teleport,
"We need to leave this place soon! We can no longer stay here! Once we get-"
However she didn't say another word as an arrow was struck at her back. It pierced her straight into the chest. The arrow was launched by an archer who was shaking in his boots. The pair of child and father screamed,
"MOTHER!"
"ELIZA!"
The mother persisted for a few moments before creating a portal. She pushed herself and her family into it with her remaining strength and arrived at the house.
"Mother! Mother! You're hurt! You're bleeding real bad!"
However the mother couldn't find the strength to utter out any words other than, "R-run."
She then collapsed and became unconscious. The child could not keep up with this and could do the only thing he could,
"Mother? Mother? Please tell me you are playing with me? This is a dream isn't it?"
He could only look hopelessly as he wailed and tried to heal her with the magic she had taught him prior but she had no intention of waking up.
"E-enough…argh….y-your mother i-is d-d…argh…ead…."
The child then moved to his father and shouted, "Father! Please don't move! I-I can h-heal you, M-mother-"
The father slowly shook his head. The child saw that the man had lost a lot of blood and was still bleeding real bad. The father stopped the child from saying anymore and then added,
"L-listen b-boy….Y-your f-father…argh….has not e-enough t-time to explain…aaaargh….."
The child screamed, "Father!"
The father said, "J-Just! L-Listen! T-take w-what y-you can c-c-carry and get a-away from here….argh….g-get far away from here… there's some gold…in the study along with a letter….with a red seal…..Go to N-novigrad. Seek o-out Vito Van Attre…T-tell h-him I sent y-you….He'll t-take good care of you..."
The child cried out tears as he nodded his head and said, "Yes father! I'll do as you say!"
The father smiled and said, "T-that's my b-boy…b-but one more request….."
The near 10 year old child asked, "What is it father? Tell me what I can do?"
"Once you have g-gotten e-everything…..b-b-burn this house down…a-and run! D-don't look b-back…and n-never return! T-the soldiers w-will notice the fire…and c-come quickly….."
The child looked shocked at his father's request but he obeyed and said, "I'll do it."
"G-good b-boy…I-I'm proud of you….Crevan…..."
The father let out his final breath as he said that. The boy wailed silently at the loss of his another parent but he knew that he had no time. He immediately acted according to his father's instructions and took out a pouch of gold and the red sealed letter in his study. He then spotted the leather book his father always had in hand, deciding to take it along with him. He then went to the kitchen and poured the oil in the room and on the body of his parents before using a fire spell taught by his mother to ignite the place.
He didn't wait for the house to burn completely and left it in a hurry with tears in his eyes.
For he had just lost almost everything he had. It was a new beginning.
(Year-1268)
It was the year when the Second Great War came to an end. However it was not without loss. It was the year when both Geralt of Rivia and Yennefer of Vengerberg died.
Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, better known to them as Ciri, was near their bodies along with their friends. She healed them with the help of Ihuarraquax, the unicorn and decided to take the pair of lovers to Avalon on a boat, trusting her horse Kelpie to Ihuarraquax.
Thus she travelled to Malus Island, the mystical isle where apples grew eternal. The place was beautiful to young Ciri as she had seen it for the first time.
"It's beautiful…"
She laid the bodies of her adoptive parents together in front of an old apple tree, much larger than the others in that orchard and in tears started saying,
"I hope once you two awaken, you will get the peace and wonderful time you had always wanted to spend together. One without burden and trouble of any form. Unfortunately this will be the last time we will ever see each other again….Farewell, father, mother…."
'It would be nice if we were able to live together though…wouldn't it?' thought Ciri while giving a longing gaze towards her adoptive parents.
"If you wanted to live here, young one. Then all you need to do is stay." said a deep voice.
Ciri was startled when she heard that voice but she couldn't identify the source of it. She yelled, "Who's there?! Show yourself!"
The voice laughed in manly way which allowed Ciri to identify the gender of the person but she still couldn't find where he was, as the voice seemed to resound from all directions.
She was tense, as though she knew that this person was dangerous and went on guard. She had already drawn out her trusty sword, Zireael, from it's sheathe, ready to strike down this possible foe.
"Oh, hold it. I mean you no harm, miss. I was just curious as to why someone would come to my home and couldn't help but be the silent spectator."
Ciri was now more wary for as far she knew, no living being could stay in this island. She asked, "Your home? I was unaware about people living here. This is Malus Island? Is it not?"
The voice said, "Yes. Tis Malus Island, true, but there aren't others who live here. Only mine self."
Ciri responded, "I see….it should be lonely to live here by yourself? Is it not?"
The voice said, "Yes…. It gets pretty lonely sometimes…but I can manage…somehow…."
Ciri noted the loneliness hinted in the voice of the person that she couldn't help but feel pity for him. However her wariness didn't lower. They remained in silence for a while before the voice then said,
"Oh! Where are my manners, I still haven't introduced myself even though I have a guest."
It was then the ashen haired lass saw a man come from behind the tree. She saw that it was a handsome young man around the same age as she was. He was lean and was wearing simple villager like clothes, a simple white shirt and a brown jacket, and brown pants fastened by a cord. However those clothes were salike a veteran warrior who had experienced battle, but Ciri could not find any sort of weapon on him. His head had silvery white hair, just like Geralt and a square jaw face that was shaved clean. However what drew her most to him was his eyes. They were closed and thus she couldn't see what they looked like.
"My name is Crevan. Crevan of Avalon. It's nice to meet you."
Ciri had a feeling that this man was dangerous but it was a dichotomous feeling, as on one hand she felt her alarms ringing on one side and on the other, he seemed familiar of sorts, as if somehow couldn't help but feel relaxed in his presence. She asked,
"Are you….human? But this island isn't a place for the living!"
The man said, "Aye. Tis no place for the living, true. Then again, I am an exception. I am unlike most human beings that live in the Continent, or in fact, any other world."
Ciri gawked at the narcissistic manner that the man had stated his reasoning, but she knew that even if it were a lie, there must be some truths to that boast.
"Well, but I'm not the subject of discussion here, am I? No, it's those two guests you brought along with you."
Ciri's fastened her grip on her sword even further when the man shook his hands and said,
"I merely wish to know what you plan on doing with them. That is all. Like I once said before. I have no wish to hurt you, Bearer of Hen Ichaer."
Ciri was surprised for a moment when she asked, "You know of me?"
The man laughed in a pleasant manner and said, "I doubt anyone other than those who carry the blood of Lara Dorren can enter this hallowed grove in the manner you did. But don't worry, I don't want anything of you, only your intentions on coming here."
Ciri's suspicions lowered and thus she began to speak to the man for a while about her plans of leaving her adoptive parents here, so that they may rest here in peace.
The man who had heard about her plans didn't say any word but merely nodded his head. He gave a light smile and then waved his hand. Four apple trees in the orchard started to morph themselves into a small hut right before her eyes. The branches moved along in forming walls and roofs between each of them.
Ciri was astonished at the sight before her and asked, "Are you a mage?"
However the man didn't say anything but merely laughed. Once the work was done, he said,
"Come in"
Ciri obeyed his words and then entered the house. To her surprise, the house was already well furnished, and supplied. She found that they have everything they would need here. A bed, a sofa, a bathtub and a kitchen.
"Place them here and state your farewells. You are still not ready to be with them, yet."
The ashen haired princess was confused by this statement. She asked,
"What do you mean?"
However he man spoke naught a word and didn't have any intention to speak further as he moved out of the house. Ciri knew that she could only wait for the answers she wanted and thus tended to the task at hand. She brought the bodies of Yennefer and Geralt to the center of the house and placed them there on the bed.
Once she was done with that, she had written a letter and placed it beside their bed side. Soon, she came outside to see the man waiting for her by a tree while sitting down on the soft grass below with his back facing one of the apple trees.
She asked, "Will you watch over them for me, please?"
The enigmatic young man didn't respond to her first but then said, "I will do what I can but shan't disturb the play that destiny has for ye three."
Ciri didn't know what he meant but assumed that he would protect them. She then left quietly left in a bright white light leaving the young man alone to ponder in his thoughts.
He slowly got up and walked along the orchard away from the hut that housed the two lovers. However soon as he reached a distance away, his steps came to a slow halt. He looked up at the ever green sky before sighing and turning back towards the hut, walking towards it.
He reached it and opened the doors to find the two lovers sleeping a peaceful sleep. He looked at the woman with raven black hair and saw her beauty. He had to admit that she was one, if not the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon. Her black clothes merely complemented her raven black hair and her fair complexion stood out even more. His gaze then fell upon the pale skinned man with white hair beside her. The young man who saw him had a smile as he saw the man on bed. His mind took a turn, a turn back to the past.
Crevan was running. Running as though his life depended on it. It was not without reason for a pack of hungry wolves followed after him, hunting him down for their next meal. The boy was afraid and it was fear that motivated him to run further and further until he could do no more. He stumbled and fell down a small cliff, rolling down into a clearing.
The boy lived, however he wasn't without pain as he had fractured his arm in his fall. He got up slowly and dusted himself. He soon saw that the wolves were no longer following him as they stopped at the top of the cliff before moving back.
The boy who saw that felt a sense of relief, as he thought he was safe now, safe from those beasts. However, his relief was short lived as he heard a soft hissing like sound, but it turned into a cry.
He turned to look in front of him, a hideous monster with the head of an eagle and a body and tail of a lion.
It was a griffin, and it was looking at the boy as its next meal, delivered right to its doorstep.
The boy couldn't move. He tried to, but his body was paralyzed in fear. The griffon began to take its steps, readying to pounce on the young boy. The young boy soon got hold of his fear by slapping himself in the face.
The griffin pounced on the young boy who moved out of the way at the last second. He then ran away from the griffon and took some distance. He ran for his life in the clearing, not looking back but the griffon followed after him as quickly as it could. It once again tried to pounce on the boy but luckily he stumbled and fell down again, avoiding the griffon. He fell face flat on the ground. However he soon got back up and coughed due to the dirt that entered his mouth. Once he coughed hard enough, he opened his eyes to find the beast standing before him.
Cold sweat entered his being as he didn't even have the will to cry for help. He looked at the griffin staring at him, like he was some piece of meat. He knew at that moment that he wasn't going to leave this place alive. However, his will to live was not so easily extinguished.
He uttered a few words before the griffin, lo and behold, a lightning strike befell the griffin where it stood. He thought that it would leave some kind of damage on it and it did for he heard the griffin's cry of surprise at the attack. However, that soon turned out to be a mistake as he saw that the predator became enraged.
That spell was his last resort and it had failed him terribly. The griffin who had been playing with him until then was no longer in the mood for games. The enraged beast moved forward to grab the kid and rip him into shreds.
The boy watched the griffin come forward with wide eyes and do nothing. Time slowed down, and the griffin approached him closer and closer. The griffin was pounced on the kid and was above him. He saw the griffin giving an evil grin as it moved forward to take a bite out of his head.
It was over. He had resigned himself to die as he was too tired to do anything else. Memories upon memories floated into his brain, telling him the tale of the life he led.
However his eyes soon started to take in new information as an image of a sword came above the head of the griffin.
"Slice"
The griffin didn't even get enough time to cry before his head came off, splitting itself off of the body. Blood thrusted into the boy's face and splattered all over.
His mind was blank as he slowly took in this new information. Confused. That was the state of his mind right now as he then saw the person who had saved him from the fate of death.
It was a white haired man with eyes resembling a cat. He was wearing some kind of armor and had two swords on his back, with a wolf head medallion hanging off of his neck.
The man asked in a gruff voice, "You alright, kid?"
The child didn't know how to respond as he merely nodded his head. The man helped him up and then saw the injuries on the child. He then said,
"You are one lucky kid, you know that? Not everyone can survive an encounter with a griffin, especially at your age. You wouldn't have survived if I wasn't passing by here."
The boy didn't say anything and remained silent as the man then asked,
"What's your name kid?"
The young boy replied, "Crevan."
The man asked with surprise, "Your parents named you fox?"
The boy replied, "My father had told me that when I was born, I was thought to be dead for a few minutes as I didn't breathe nor give any response. Surprisingly, a few moments later I gave them the surprise of their life, when I laughed as if pulling a big joke on them. They named me fox for my mischievous nature."
The man chuckled at that and said, "I see."
He then asked, "Do you know the way back to your home?"
The child who was named Crevan went silent as he looked down and said, "I have no home."
The man asked, "What happened?"
Crevan didn't respond to that question but the man knew something must have happened to him. The man sighed and asked,
"Do you have any family?"
The boy responded, "None sir."
The man responded, "I see…"
The two remained silent before the man asked, "Do you want to come with me then?"
Crevan looked at the man before him with gratitude as he slowly nodded his head. The man then put his hands forward asking the boy to grab hold of it. The boy did and he asked,
"Who are you sir?"
The man replied, "I'm called-
Flashback Over
"-Geralt. Geralt of Rivia."
The young man looked at the white haired man and murmured,
"Fate sure does love to play it's games, doesn't it….."
The young man opened his eyes and in them were a pair of green orbs with cat like slit eyes, uttering a single word with a fond gaze.
"…father."
END
Well, here's the prologue for the first chapter. I hope it made sense to you all.