A/N: Well now that the prologue's over, now moving on to the first chapter (Can you guys help me with the titles later on? I'm always open in my PM's)

Chapter-1

Silence prevailed in the hut as the young man named Crevan just stood, watching the blissful sleep that the two lovers slept while various amount of emotions had passed through him. Crevan chuckled and said,

"It's amusing, one of the few people I never wished to see again is right before my eyes. Fate really does love playing games with us, then again, you never did believe it, did you Geralt?"

His words were returned with an uncomfortable silence. The pair of lovers were in no condition to speak after all. Nevertheless, he still felt like parting some words with them,

"So this must be Yennefer of Vengerberg eh? What a beauty…..You really got lucky with her. From the way she stays beside you, I'm sure that she loves you deeply. You better take care of her properly or I won't forgive you for harming such a beautiful damsel!"

The young Witcher just ranted and ranted on about unusual stuff like what he had for breakfast, lunch and dinner, his troubles on the island. He spoke intimately with the man, as if he hadn't seen him in a long time and wished to share all his experience with the old Witcher on the bed. His joy, his sorrow and his regrets.

However, all the response he got in return was the whistling of the cold and lonely wind. Crevan sighed as he knew that this conversation would be one sided from the start but he felt like venting out all he ever knew into that man, even if he wasn't in the perfect state of mind to listen to anyone. Once he did that though, strangely, his heart felt lightened as his face blossomed into a smile,

"Whether it be a trick of fate or pure coincidence, I am happy to see you, Father. Happy to know that you are doing well, for the most parts…not right now of course hahaha! I have seen you better, but sure, age did get the better of you eh, old man. I wonder what that Ol'Vesemir would think right now…."

The young Crevan looked at the body of Geralt and then added with the smile, "But still, thanks to this lovely damsel and that young lass, you still live. That's all that matters now…"

The man then looked at the conditions of Geralt. He was still wearing the bloody armor that he was brought in with. He could see the place where a tri pronged instrument was thrusted into his body. He traced his hand over the spot and frowned. He said,

"This won't do. I made you such a comfortable bed to sleep on and you go ahead and stain it with that blood of yours, tsk tsk tsk…. It's alright though, I know you aren't in the condition to move right now much less, change your clothes. So let me do it for you. Be grateful!"

Crevan began to remove the armor that the Witcher had on. The armor stank of blood, aye, but not just Geralt's blood. It also stank of monsters blood, slowly rotting away on it. He could barely tolerate the stench. Crevan had to wonder how Geralt could move in such filth despite being sensitive to smell. However, he didn't wait any longer with removing the armor. Once he did that, he saw something that hung from Geralt's neck. It was his wolf's head medallion. Crevan had brought his hand towards the enchanted silver, tracing his hand over it. His mind was once again occupied by the memories of the past.

Two people navigated through a thick fog in a valley at the crack of dawn while traveling on horseback. It was Geralt and the young Crevan, who fell in a deep sleep while his back faced the front torso of Geralt.

At first, He was curious, looking around everywhere with newfound curiosity, taking in the sights he had never seen before until then. It was a two-week-long ride from Novigrad to the mountainous region of Hertch in Kaedwen. It wasn't a straight destination however, as they did makes some pit stops in some villages in order for Geralt to fulfill some contracts.

It seems that they were nearing their destination and since Geralt warned him that the monsters would appear more frequently to the place they were going, they wouldn't make camp anywhere till they reach the place. The boy agreed. As darkness arose, the boy's senses had dulled like any child and he fell asleep while on horseback with the moon softly shining in the distance.

"Wake up."

Young Crevan awoke from his slumber as he looked around and then looked at Geralt who maintained his face forward. Geralt spoke in a gruff voice,

"We're here."

Crevan had warmed up to him in the short time they were together and had developed a new quirk in that short time.

"I see…I see.. What do I see? Nothing. It's just fog all around. Are you sure that you aren't going blind, old man?"

Geralt scowled at the 'old' insult but remained stoic, of sorts. The boy however noticed the hidden scowl and smiled. He had developed this quirk due to the fact that he could never get a proper reaction out of the Witcher. He had learnt from Geralt that Witchers lose most of their emotions whenever they undergo the mutations. However, this only motivated him further to get a reaction out of the Witcher but never once could get a reaction that satisfied him. Thus, he could only throw insults and jabber at Geralt in order to make him come out of his stoic nature.

"Stop complaining and wait. It's dawning, the fog will clear up soon."

Lo and behold like he said, the fog soon cleared up as the valley in it's entire beauty was presented to Crevan. He then spotted a large old castle standing in all it's glory at the foot of the valley.

"Kaer Morhen" said Geralt.

Crevan asked, "So that's your home?"

Geralt nodded his head and said, "And soon it will be yours too. You will begin your training here."

Crevan nodded his head and remained silent the rest of the journey while they rode to the castle. Once they arrived, Crevan saw that the castle was large but was mostly empty. There was almost no one there. But he could see some horses at the stables and knew that the place wasn't empty.

He followed Geralt to the courtyard and saw four other people training over there, while wielding their swords. Only one among them looked really old, much older than Geralt while the rest looked a few years older than himself. Crevan then saw the old man coming to them after giving instructions to the three other boys.

"Well, if this ain't a surprise. I didn't expect to see you before winter."

Geralt gave a grunt and said, "Change of plans."

He then moved away revealing Crevan to the group. The old man spotted him and said, "Ah, and I was wondering who this was. Care to introduce me?"

Geralt sighed and said, "The boy's name is Crevan. Crevan, meet Vesemir. He's a Witcher like I am and the oldest one there is."

Crevan bowed and then said, "It's an honour to meet you sir."

Vesemir looked at the bow and chuckled. He then said, "At least this one has some manners to him, unlike you, when you first came here."

Geralt snorted and then added, "You never minded it anyway."

Vesemir laughed and added, "That is so but just because I didn't mind it doesn't mean I didn't notice. However, we digress. Is the boy…?"

Geralt turned serious and nodded his head, "I have brought him here to train."

Vesemir looked at Geralt and said, "A promised child?"

Geralt shakes his head and said, "No…..it's a long story."

Vesemir responded, "I see…..Well then, why don't you two go ahead and head towards the castle? I'm sure you must be famished. I'll come back to you once I'm done training the boys for the day and then we can sort out the details. There should be something in the kitchen if you want to eat. Go ahead and help yourselves."

Geralt nodded his head and said, "We'll see you later in the great hall."

Crevan looked around the huge but largely empty halls of stone. There were a few crates lying here and there, a small collection of swords in a rack with a shelf of books in the middle. He also came across paintings of monsters and battles on the castle walls. The castle looked tattered, cracks present here and there showing that it has withstood the tests of time and had survived many battles.

The young boy took some well-deserved rest after the long journey. The pair had to wait for some time for Vesemir to return. Geralt had told the boy to do as he pleased while he started meditating near the fire. The boy did as he was told and took off to the swords in the rack. He had always been curious about them but his mother had never let him handle any sharp objects in fear of injuring himself. It was ironic, that she had allowed him to dabble in magic which was far more dangerous than any blade, even under supervision.

He had tried to wield the sword but his young arms were weak and scrawny. It had taken a great deal of effort for him to even lift the sword much less wield it. He immediately dropped in once he had done so, however, making an echoing sound resound throughout the halls. He looked at Geralt and saw that he wasn't disturbed in the slightest bit. An empty mind is the devil's workshop, and the boy grinned at the idea of pulling a prank on him, however, that notion was soon out the window as he felt that he was too bored to pull a fast one on Geralt.

The boy pranced around for a while looking at things curiously before his attention was grabbed by the books kept on the shelves. The boy reached to the book nearest to his eye level and took it out. He then began to read the book with profound curiosity at the contents. Time ran quickly, he turned page after page not knowing that Vesemir had already returned and was now with Geralt watching the young boy.

"Odd one isn't he? Most children his age abhor the sights of those books and yet he goes through them with such interest." said Vesemir.

Geralt added, "He's an odd one alright, part of the reason why I brought him here."

Vesemir asked, "And the other part?'

Geralt replied, "The boy has what it takes to be on the path."

Vesemir looked at the boy and then asked, "So what's his story?"

Geralt then narrated the events that Crevan had told to him. By the end, Vesemir had a look of understanding and unhidden admiration for the child. He said,

"I see now…Not many can survive an encounter with a griffin for that long, especially so, at the delicate age he is."

Geralt nodded, "The boy showed me a great strength of will."

Vesemir added, "I don't doubt your words. It's a pity what happened to his family though. He may hide it, but I can see the loss in his eyes."

Geralt remained silent while Vesemir went towards the young boy and asked, "So, what book here has caught your eye?"

Crevan looked surprised for a moment as Vesemir brought his consciousness back from the book and to his surroundings. He then looked at Vesemir and said,

"Hugh of Dern's 'The Man and The Wolf'"

Vesemir replied, "Ah yes, the one that discusses the nature of Lycanthropes."

Crevan nodded his head and said, "Yes… but truth be told, it's really really dull."

Vesemir laughed and said, "Yes, it is. I doubt there is a Witcher here that wouldn't agree with you."

Crevan then noticed that Vesemir was looking at him with a critical eye, or more like examining his body. Vesemir said,

"Come closer, child."

Crevan listened and came closer for Vesemir to look at him. He touched his arms and legs, tapped them one by one before he sighed and said,

"You have a long way to go young one. Your body is lean and scrawny while your legs look like that of a chicken."

Crevan took offense to that as he retorted, "Hey! I'm still 9 years old! I'm growing!"

Vesemir ignored that retort and added, "Geralt here thinks you are Witcher material but personally I think you aren't. You have the disposition of a scholar or a mage than a warrior."

Crevan retorted and said, "I can be a warrior! I can cast amazing magic that can hurt things!"

Vesemir said, "I have no doubt you do, but that's not all it takes to be a Witcher."

Crevan asked, "Then teach me. That's why I'm here, aren't I? To learn to be one."

Vesemir turned grim and asked, "Being a Witcher is a dangerous profession boy. Not for the weak-hearted and once you begin, you cannot turn back, no matter how painful it gets. Hardly there is a Witcher who died a peaceful death. Are you sure you want to learn?"

Crevan nodded his head and said with conviction, "I am."

Vesemir nodded his head and said, "Good, then we can start your training immediately. I want you to run three laps around the castle for starters."

Crevan asked, "What?! Three laps! That's too big!"

Vesemir ignored what he said and pulled out a sand clock. He rotated it and said, "And I want you to finish it before the sand drops out completely or you won't get anything to eat for tonight."

Crevan looked horrified as he yelled, "That's unfair!"

Vesemir gave a wolfish grin and added, "Do you wish to waste your time arguing or do you want to start running so that you don't miss out on supper?"

Crevan didn't waste any more time after that and immediately started running. He heard a loud laugh from Vesemir along with a yell,

"And I forgot to say this. Welcome to Kaer Morhen! This will be your new life from now on! Try not to fall out exhausted kid! Hahaha!"

"I'll get you for this, you old coot!"

Crevan chuckled at the memory of the old him. Vesemir was heartless when it came to training the recruits but he was kind at other times. However he had enough trips down memory lane for one day and thus he shook his head of those thoughts and came back to the task at hand. He changed Geralt's clothes into cleaner ones, soaked the armor in a bucket of water, and left it as such.

Once he had finished it, he once again stayed by the couple's side for a little while longer. He looked at them and sighed as he thought,

'It's time for me to leave. I have done the best I can.'

As he was about to leave, he heard a sound from behind him. He turned around and found that Yennefer had awoken. She was staring right at him with a not-so-friendly glare. Alarms had gone off on his head as he thought,

'Not good.'

He immediately dodged a spell that was fired at him. He yelled, "Calm down. I mean you no harm."

Yennefer however didn't let her guard down and said, "Who are you and what do you want from us? Why aren't we dead?"

Crevan looked at her and said, "Like I said, I am a friend and I mean you no harm. In terms of wants, I don't want anything of you or from you. I was asked to take care of you by that young ashen-haired friend of yours."

Yennefer turned surprised and asked, "Ciri? Where is she?!"

Crevan sighed and said, "This is going to take a while to explain but I suppose we have the time."

Crevan then told Yennefer all the details that she needed to know for her to understand her current situation. Yennefer looked astonished at the turn of events. Crevan had brought her outside, to see the ethereal paradise they are living in for her to truly believe what is going on. After all, seeing is believing.

Yennefer appreciated the serenity of the place and said, "It is peaceful here…no noises…no battles…no quarrels…. nothing…. just serenity and calmness throughout…."

Crevan replied with a smile as he said, "Aye…. There is naught a place in the multiverse that can come close to this."

Yennefer turned to him and then asked, "Who are you? Really? I have spoken with you for all this time and I don't even know your name."

Crevan just smiled and then said, "My name is Crevan. Just Crevan, and you must be Yennefer of Vengerberg."

Yennefer raised an eyebrow as she asked, "You know of me?"

Crevan smiled and replied, "From the tales of Master Dandelion, of course. You match the description to the T."

Yennefer snorted, "Those tales of his are widely exaggerated."

Crevan replied, "But his description of your beauty is not."

Yennefer teased and said, "My, my, quite the charmer, are we?"

Crevan's smile persisted as he said, "Only in the presence of a lady."

Yennefer added, "You might have to try for someone else I'm afraid. I'm already taken."

Crevan nodded in understanding as he said, "Ah yes, Your white knight that's currently sleeping in bed."

Yennefer looked as though she remembered something and hurried back into the hut. Crevan followed back in and saw that she was by his side tending to him, checking up on him. Crevan stood silently as she asked,

"Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

Crevan replied, "The mind is a mysterious place which is unique to each individual. We cannot judge him by the same standards as you. Your mind is far more resilient than his and can recuperate faster. His is not, comparatively."

Yennefer asked quietly, "How long do you reckon before he does?"

Crevan said, "Today, tomorrow, or the day after? I do not know, but if he is fortunate enough, then I believe he would wake up within this year."

Yennefer looked at Geralt with a complicated expression and said, "I see….."

They then remained in the company of silence before Crevan decided to break it. He said, "Well then, I'm off. I have other things to tend to, you can take care of him by yourself, yes?"

Yennefer said, "You need not worry about him."

Crevan smiled and said, "Then I shall be off."

As he was about to leave, Yennefer yelled, "Wait!"

Crevan turned around and looked as she further asked, "Where can I find you, should I ever require your assistance?"

Under normal circumstances, Yennefer's pride won't allow her to ask anyone for help, especially a stranger. However, she knew when to suck up her pride. This stranger before her was far more knowledgeable about the Isle than her and thus would be a valuable ally to have.

Crevan smiled and said, "Just call my name and I'll be there."

He disappeared in the wind as soon as he said that leaving behind a dumbfounded Yennefer who later became annoyed. However she threw her frustrations out of her mind and returned back to caring for Geralt who was still in a deep slumber.

Two weeks had passed but not much had changed. Geralt was still asleep showing no signs of regaining consciousness. Yennefer, unlike her usual impatient self was rather patient this time, waiting for him to wake up on his own. She didn't have a choice truth be told, as her interference in the matter had a chance of making it worse. Thus, she could only allow nature to play its part in his recovery and hope for the best, praying for him to recover soon.

Crevan visited the hut once every two or three days. He came around and talked with Yennefer during his visits to keep her company. Their conversations were mostly involving mundane topics of the realm, but it was more bickering than talking. So much bickering that Yennefer lost count of how many times they had almost gotten into a fight, and destroyed the house from the result. She was always left in a foul mood whenever he left. He was like the wind, coming and going as he pleased. However she appreciated the moments he stayed and talked with her as it had gotten really dull when the only other company she had was the trees in the orchard and the small animals that roamed around. They were hardly speaking type.

Crevan sometimes ventured into personal details about Yennefer in their conversations, to learn a bit more about her. However, Yennefer was still guarded about her past, revealing only those that he had already learnt. He didn't blame her as he had been doing the same with her. He knew that she was still wary about him but at the very least understood that he meant no harm. That's all he needed anyway.

Crevan once again moved towards the hut but this time he felt some kind of a disturbance. He slowly moved towards the hut when he felt a nip in the air. A cold breeze passed through his body, which was unusual. He immediately knew something was wrong and saw that frost was forming on the woods of the trees.

He thought, 'We have visitors, I see.'

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Yennefer was having a tough time battling against her spectral enemies that suddenly appeared before her. She had put up a barrier to ward off her enemies along with the white frost. It was constructed with the help of the medium within the hut. She had made it just in case there any danger befell the two by that mysterious man as she wasn't sure about his intentions in the beginning. However, who knew that it would actually come in handy later on? Who would have thunk… but the barrier wasn't enough, as it was breaking away slowly.

'Damn it! What does the Wild Hunt want with us?!'

She had recognized the enemy from the tales she had heard before. Spectral warriors mounted on horses that stamped across the battlefield with the ability to summon the frost. However she didn't think it was possible for them to exist, until now that is.

The barrier cracked as she grew more exhausted as the time went on. The scouts of the hunt were breaking away the barrier, with one knight standing out with his huge appearance along with a gigantic mace, pounding away.

The sound of shattering glass was heard before the barrier broke creating an explosion. Yennefer was thrown away due to the blast and landed at the door of the hut. The frost acted fast and started to freeze her slowly. She saw the mage who summoned the frost giving way before a knight in skeletal armor appeared on horseback. He had a terrifying disposition about him, as Yennefer felt chills with each step he took. He then dismounted and approached her by foot.

Yennefer saw him staring at her. She asked with a venomous tone, "Seen enough? Is this how you treat a lady?"

The leader didn't respond to her insult as he asked, "Where is the child of the elder blood?"

Yennefer thought, 'Ciri? What do they want with her?'

The leader of the hunt asked again, "I ask you again, where is the child of the elder blood? The one known as Cirilla."

Yennefer spat out some blood as she spoke, "I do not know, but even if I did, what makes you think that I would tell you?"

The leader slapped her face and said, "Do not test my patience, cur. You will give us the location of the child."

Yennefer said, "Or what?"

The leader took out his sword and kept it at the nape of her neck as he said, "Or you might experience a pain worse than death."

Yennefer looked him in the eye and said, "Bring it on."

The leader looked at her for a few moments before he laughed and said, "Not giving up even in the face of death, it turns out that your pitiful race has some spine after all."

Yennefer glared at her enemy with a look that spoke as if she was out for blood but the Leader of the Hunt ignored that look. He turned to the mage nearby and said, "Find what you can from her and report to me later. I shall leave here and go back to the realm. I have some other business to tend to."

The mage who summoned the frost nodded his head and said, "At once."

Another navigator created a portal opening to an unknown realm. The leader walked towards it along with the mace wielder but he stopped for a moment and said,

"Oh and Caranthir, bring the sorceress with you. She may prove useful in drawing out our target."

The now named Caranthir nodded his head as the leader and the mace wielder stepped into the portal vanishing from the realm.

Once the Leader of the Hunt disappeared, Caranthir turned to the sorceress in question and said, "You would be wise to give us what we want."

Yennefer remained silent and glared at the mage. Caranthir then added, "As you wish. It seems that erasing your memory is the only other way."

Yennefer who heard that looked in horror as she tried to move but the frost kept her in place, imprisoning her. Caranthir grabbed Yennefer's head as he cast the spell but Yennefer resisted the mage's advances.

"You will submit."

Yennefer screamed in agony as she resisted the take-over of her mind by Caranthir. Her will was strong but she knew that she wasn't strong enough to hold out for long. Caranthir looked at her and pushed harder as he knew that he was close. However, his concentration was cut off when he heard a voice from behind,

"I suppose manners isn't something you learnt when you were growing up, did you? Didn't your parents ever teach you how to behave in the presence of a lady?"

Caranthir immediately turned around with surprise and saw a young man with white hair standing there with a bloodied knife in his hands. His eyes were closed the entire time while he had an odd smile that resembled a fox to him. The mage couldn't even detect the presence of the man while he stood in front of him… he was like a ghost, but what awed more him, even more, was the fact that his surroundings were filled with bodies of the soldiers and the hounds of the hunt.

The mage didn't understand what was going on. His fear for the man grew as alarms rang in his head but he had a mission to fulfill and thus stood strong. He said calmly,

"This is a private matter. Do not interfere."

Crevan replied, "I'm sorry but I believe I have to."

Caranthir looked at him hard and then said, "So be it."

He immediately used his staff and then started casting spells at his enemy. Crevan dodged those spells with his reflexes and moved towards the mage with his knife at hand.

Caranthir used his staff to block the attack and proceeded to give a kick to his opponent's gut. Crevan dodged the kick by moving away. The mage took this moment to cast a short-range spell with his ice staff. Crevan immediately took some distance from his opponent to avoid the spell. However, the mage pulled a fast one as he immediately teleported behind a surprised Crevan and hit him with the spell.

Mist covered the entire area as no one could see what happened. Caranthir just stood there as he thought he had gotten his opponent. However, he then felt an arm on his shoulder and heard a voice,

"My, my, getting cocky, are we?"

Caranthir looked surprised as he saw the young man putting his arm like one would do over a friend with his ever present smile. Caranthir had lost his composure and immediately did a blind attack with his staff. Crevan stepped sideways and immediately advanced forward, shoving the knife he had in his hand into Caranthir's shoulder, through the gap in the armor. He then moved once again, this time grabbing his arms and twisting them from behind, dislocating his other shoulder, effectively disarming his opponent, while putting him on hold.

Caranthir didn't give up as he immediately performed a reverse head-butt to Crevan, who was caught off by the attack. Crevan couldn't help but let go of his opponent who took the time to teleport by Yennefer's side.

Caranthir knew that he was no match for this opponent as his attacks had minimum to no effect on him. He immediately summoned six ice golems with his remaining strength, who charged at Crevan while he got near Yennefer and prepared a portal to escape, to take her along with him.

Crevan saw this and turned serious. He then moved forward towards one of the ice golems and said an incantation that effectively blew up the golems head within a second. He then moved on to the next one while dodging the attacks and proceeded to do the same. The golems were relentless in their attacks but he was able to time it perfectly and advanced at the right moment.

"Swish"

The portal opened up as Caranthir made his way towards Yennefer. However, he changed his mind as he saw that the man got rid of the last golem. He understood that he wouldn't be able to reach her in time and thus gave up on the notion. Once Caranthir reached the portal, he said,

"You have done well stranger. You may have won this battle but we will soon get what we want, one way or the other. Farewell."

Caranthir moved inside the portal thinking that it's all over but to his surprise he came out the other side and was still there. He had lost his composure as he yelled, "What?!"

He thought, 'Has something gone wrong? What trickery is this?'

He then heard a voice from behind, "This space had been sealed off the moment our fight had started. There is no escape from here. No way in, no way out."

Caranthir's back grew chilly as he looked back to see the source of that voice and he saw it. Green eyes with a slit like irises, resembling a snake.

All his life, Caranthir had never felt so close to death as he was right now. They say that the eyes are the windows to a person's power, now he knew why. His opponent was way out of his league and had been going easy on him from the beginning. He was in the presence of a predator and he was the prey. However, he didn't give up. He tried to escape but his opponent said an incantation of some kind and the branches near him grew out and bound him in place. It was at that moment he knew.

He had lost this battle thoroughly.

Crevan then moved towards the stunned Yennefer who saw him battle. Crevan approached her and asked,

"Are you alright?"

Her awe and respect for him had grown to another level. However, with her awe, her fear had grown too. Her fear also resulted into something which would be an embarrassing moment for the rest of her life.

"I-I'm f-fine."

She stuttered like a farm girl that had been in the presence of a noble for the first time, not knowing how to speak to them. However, Crevan didn't mind. His eyes then glowed a bit as the ice around her disappeared as if they never existed.

Yennefer fell face flat onto the ground, hitting the dirt below due to being paralyzed for staying so long. Crevan helped her up a little, who then said,

"L-like I said, I can handle it."

Crevan nodded his head before she looked at him curiously and asked,

"You're a Witcher?"

Crevan nodded his head and said, "Aye, I am but let's leave those questions for later. First…"

He then turned towards Caranthir and said,

"We need some answers from our armored friend here, don't we?"

END

Well, there you have it folk. Hope you all enjoyed it.