Chapter 1: Black and Blue (1/4)
At the start of Dusk, on the outskirts of Kaer Morhen. A boy was sitting on a tree, practicing an instrument. The Boy was Malak and he was playing a Lute. Which was a gift from his uncle Dandelion, who taught him how to play it.
He was playing one of his favorite songs, which ironically was about his father.
"When a humble bard
Graced a ride along
With Geralt of Rivia
Along came this song
From when the White Wolf fought
A silver-tongued devil
His army of elves
At his hooves did they revel
They came after me
With masterful deceit
Broke down my lute
And they kicked in my teeth
While the devil's horns
Minced our tender meat
And so cried the Witcher
He can't be bleat
Toss a coin to your Witcher
O' Valley of Plenty
O' Valley of Plenty, oh
Toss a coin to your Witcher
O' Valley of Plenty
At the edge of the world
Fight the mighty horde
That bashes and breaks you
And brings you to mourn
He thrust every elf
Far back on the shelf
High up on the mountain
From whence it came
He wiped out your pest
Got kicked in his chest
He's a friend of humanity
So give him the rest
That's my epic tale
Our champion prevailed
Defeated the villain
Now pour him some ale"
Malak was singing out loud, until he sensed a familiar smell. "I thought you were going to sleep earlier today."
Suddenly, the one from who the smell belong to, came out from behind one of the trees. "I couldn't sleep."
"Did you had a nightmare again?" Malak asked.
"No, the sleep just wouldn't come." She approaches and sits besides him.
"Well, the training wasn't as tough as it usually is, which is probably why you aren't as tired as usual." Malak concluded as he played the Lute.
"Training is never tough for you, so how would you know?" She replied.
"By observing you, of course." Malak told her. "Though, you do a great job anyway." He played a few notes on the Lute.
"That's mostly thanks to you."
"I'm your brother of surprise, it's technically my duty." He spoke with his eyes closed.
"Ummm... I don't think there's such a thing as a brother of surprise." She quickly told him.
"There's no such a thing as a born Witcher either, yet here I am." Malak was quick to clarify. "And it also means that we're one of a kind, Ciri." He opened his violet eyes and looked at her emerald green eyes.
The one that Malak was speaking to was Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, or just Ciri. His father's child of surprise.
"If you say so," That was her response. "Are you going to depart to visit your mother again?" She asked him.
"Yes, aunt Triss is going to teleport me to her location." Malak answered her.
Malak has a bit of difficulty in balancing his training as a Witcher and as a Mage. Mostly due to constantly having to change locations because of his parents.
"I wish I could meet your mother, she seems interesting." She told him.
"I'll introduce you to her someday, though..." Malak was trying to find the right words.
"What?"
"Well..." She'll probably interrogate you, because she suspects that I like you due to how much I think about you when I'm away. He thought but didn't dare to speak out loud. "She's a little difficult."
"You should have met my grandmother then." Ciri spoke with a bit of sadness in her voice. "She would have detested you."
He chuckled a bit. "For any particular reason?" That hopefully doesn't involves the fact that I'm a Witcher.
"She would have thought that you're too soft." That sincerely surprised Malak.
"What?" He asked in deep confusion.
"My grandmother considered any man that was too pretty to be soft." She spoke while laughing a bit.
Malak paused for a bit, before commenting the part that stood out about what she said. "You think I'm pretty?"
Ciri widened her eyes when she realized what she said. "Umm... N-no, that's not what I meant." She spoke embarrassed.
Malak decided to tease her a bit. "Wait, so you think I'm ugly?"
"What?! No!" She desperately responded.
"So you do think I'm pretty." Malak kept on teasing.
"No! I-I mean yes, ummmmm." She didn't know what to say.
Malak laughed at her confusion.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you!?" Ciri spoke in frustration after realising that he was teasing her.
He laughed a bit more.
"You're mean!" She yelled at him as she turned around to walk away.
Malak laughed a bit more, before reaching out and touching her shoulder. "Hey, don't be ma-" He tried to calm her down a bit but was interrupted.
"Shut up!" She turned around and pushed him in anger.
But when she did, Malak felt an overwhelming force hit him when Ciri's hands touched his chest. The unknown force ended up sending him flying into the tree that they were sitting on and he smashed into it with extreme impact. Before falling into the ground.
"MALAK!" He heard Ciri screaming his name in desperation before he lost consciousness.
Suddenly, Malak of Cintra opened his eyes and sat up in a hurry panting heavily. That was all just dream, a memory of the past. Something that some people would consider a bad memory, but to Malak, it was painful memory.
"Dreams again?" He heard someone say.
Malak turned his gaze to the right and saw his aunt Triss standing there. "Yes." That was his response.
Triss then approached and sat on his bed. "What was about?" She asked him.
"The day we discovered that Ciri was a source." Malak told her. Ciri apparently used an accidental telekinetic push that send Malak flying into that tree.
"Oh... I remember that day." She told him. "She came to your father and I, screaming desperately."
Malak stood up from the bed, he was naked. He walks towards the table, where his clothes were and got dressed as Triss watched him. "Any news about the conspirators?" He asked her, even though he's aware of the actual situation.
"None, Foltest ordered the spy brought to him." Triss understood that Malak doesn't wanna talk about his dream. "But he's nowhere to be found."
He finished dressing himself with his clothes, but didn't put his armor on. As much he hated lying to his aunt, he made up his mind to help Adda in her situation. "Aunt Triss, I'll stay a bit more in case of you needing my help with this problem." He told her. "But I have to go to Toussaint to help uncle Dandelion as soon as I can."
"I understand," Triss stood up from the bed and approached him. "You really don't wanna talk about that dream?" She tenderly touched his shoulder.
"No," He replied in a low voice.
"Okay," She then softly touched his right cheek. "Is there anything I can do for you?" The Sorceress asked while looking his eyes.
Malak in response, approached his face and pressed his lips into hers. Which she gladly returned. He then put his hands on her hips and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The two kept on kissing passionately for a minute or two. Until Malak pulled down the green dress that she was wearing, revealing her shapely breasts to him. Triss also was quick to pull down his trousers before returning to the passionate kiss. But then, Malak grabs her arm and turns her around, before pushing her lightly to make her bent over and pulling down the rest of her dress.
"Make it quick, there's going to be a meeting with the royal council." Triss told him as he was about to enter her.
"You can be quick if you want, I'll take my time." He informed her as he caressed her naked back.
Malak then penetrated his aunt Triss, who let out a loud moan as he slowly entered her cunt. He followed through with what he said about taking his time, as he was doing it pretty slowly while planting kisses on Triss's back.
Him and his aunt Triss started to have this kind of relationship after what happened in the Rivian Pogrom. An event that Malak remembers with nothing but dread. What they had wasn't something romantic, but it was physical and emotional.
After him and his aunt Triss finished their intimate moment. She left him to attend the meeting. Malak on the other hand decided to teleport himself to nearest tavern and play some dice poker with the drunks. He developed an interest in gambling thanks to his uncle Zoltan.
He did that for a few hours, until.
"You fucking cheater!" One of the drunks that was sitting besides him yelled. It was a bald and muscular dirty looking man with a poorly made tattoo on his face that seems to be trying to resemble a skull.
"Excuse me?" Malak calmly asked.
"You heard me, Five-of-a-Kind four times in a row!" He argued. "You gotta be cheating!"
"Or you just have extreme bad luck, which judging by that horrendous tattoo on your face, it's probably a recurring thing with you." Malak humorously commented, causing several of the other drunks on the table to laugh out loud.
"You have a death wish boy!?" The drunk asked in rage.
"Not as much this days." He replied sarcastically. "So, another round?" Malak ask the other drunks on the table, completely ignoring the drunk that is talking to him.
Suddenly, the drunk pulls out a knife and plants it on the table. "Give me my fucking coin!" He yelled at the unfazed Malak.
Malak sighed in annoyance before he spoke. "Would like to try to get the double of the coin you lost?" He asked the man.
The Drunk raised a brow in curiosity. "Go on."
Malak then reached his pocket and pulled a bag of coin and put it besides the one that used to belong to the drunk. Then he stood up from the table and started to roll up his sleeves. Malak was wearing relatively simple clothes, a black shirt tucked in black breeches that were tucked in on black boots. "Let's solve this with a fist fight, if you win, you'll get both bags of coin." It's been sometime since I practiced unarmed combat, this drunken button might be a good exercise.
"Hah! This boy thinks he's tough, he's about to lose all of his coin!" The drunk just boasted out loud for everyone to hear it.
The rest of the tavern stopped what they were doing in order to help move the tables away to give them space for the the brawl. The drunk man with the tattoo removed the dirty shirt that he was wearing to reveal a stocky physique.
"I bet five on the boy."
"Three on the one with the tattoo."
"Five on the one with the tattoo as well."
"Ten on the boy."
Malak just kept on hearing the spectators making bets.
Soon enough, both Malak and the drunk were on the middle of the tavern in a considerable space for fighting. The Drunk assumed a fighting stance that had several openings for attack on.
Malak on the other hand, assumed a pugilist stance. He learned the basics of unarmed combat from his uncle Eskel, but also did learn a few things about fist fighting during his travels.
"Come on, pretty boy." The drunk taunted him. Before throwing a punch at him.
Malak easily evades the punch by moving his head, before delivering a right hook to his liver, followed by another right hook to his jaw.
"AHHH! You gonna pay for this!" The drunk yelled as he stumbled back a bit.
Malak just stood there, maintaining his stang.
The drunk then charges at him, but Malak pushed him back by delivering a left push kick to his chest. The drunk stumbled back into one of the spectators, who grab him before he felt.
"I bet some good coin on you, so fight you worthless sack of shit!" The spectator yelled before pushing him back to the fighting space.
The Drunk then stood in front of Malak again. He attempts to throw right punch at Malak again, but he parries the punch with his right forearm, before putting his left hand on his shoulder and delivering a hard left knee to the drunk's stomach.
The knee did some considerable damage as it pushed him back and he quickly put his hands on his stomach in pain. Malak just stood there waiting.
A few seconds passed and the drunk assumed his fighting stance again. But Malak grew tired and decided to end the fight. So he delivered a right front kick into the drunk's nose, which by the crack sound that it made, broke it. The drunk fell into the ground, completely knockout.
Not much of a challenge but it did the trick. Malak thought before walking back to the table. He grabbed his bag of coin and put it back on his pocket. But the other one that belonged to the drunk, he did something else.
He took it to the spectator that grabbed the drunk during the fight. "Here, it might cover what you lost." Malak told the man before walking away from him without bothering to hear his thanks.
After leaving the tavern, Malak made his way back to the Royal castle. As he wanted to discover if Adda's manipulation has already begun. She did left for the La Valette castle two days ago, though the distance is considerable, she could have arrived by now. If she didn't found any obstacle on the way.
But upon his entrance on the castle, he noticed something strange. He noticed that everyone seemed to be on edge. Did it work? He wondered if Adda's plan worked.
Malak decided to go find his aunt Triss in order to have confirmation. He made his way to her chambers to see. As he opened, he saw his aunt Triss trying to do something with a large bowl filled with water.
"What is going on?" Malak asked in confusion.
"I'm trying to use Hydromancy to discover the princess's location." His aunt Triss answered him without removing his gaze from the bowl.
Oh, so it did work. "What happened to Adda?" He decided to play along.
"One of the guards that was escorting her to whatever the hell she was going, just came back an hour ago with several arrows on him." Triss explained to him. "Her escort was attacked."
Did she had the guard wounded just for her plan to look more authentic? Malak asked himself in deep confusion. "Any idea who?" He kept playing along.
"The guard said that they were ambushed by a group of Scoia'taels." She told him.
Wait, what! Malak thought in worry. "Scoia'tael?! Are you certain."
"The guard said that they stopped to feed the horses and suddenly, a rain of arrows fell upon them." Triss explained. "Foltest has summoned the Blue Stripes and is waiting for me to give them a location."
You gotta be kidding me, looks like Adda's plan backfired. Malak thought in deep frustration.
He then approached his aunt Triss to help her. I guess instead of fake rescue from the hands of a idiotic Baron, It's gonna be a real rescue from the hands of Elven terrorists.
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Questions and Answers:
Great chapter! I'm looking forward to seeing what the son of geralt and yen can do. Hopefully he can have kids with ciri without need the djinn.
I always felt that no one ever explored the possibility of a son of Geralt and Yennefer, so I decided to give my shot on the concept.
We'll see.
Hmmmmm, cool! "For swimming naked with his twin daughters... and my mother sit his hair on fire for calling me filthy mutant!" HA!
LMAO!
Very cool, very cool!
Last line was so hot, mmmmmm!
Malak learned a lot from his uncle Dandelion.
Oh I was looking forward to this
Having Malak introduced as the Witcher worlds first sniper and then having him casually wreck a witcher from the school of the bear was pretty awesome
Also yes I do like how he has taken after Yennefer in terms of his taste in clothing yet still having the practicality from witcher armours
Really glad your having Malak not have Geralts aversion to politics nor his aversion to portals if he's so willing to teleport the the land of wine
I'm also liking the fact despite calling her aunt Malak clearly has no issue kissing Triss and looking forward to seeing what he gets up to with Adda to ensure she becomes the next monarch of Temeria and with her schemes hope it's only Aryan that gets screwed over
Quickly want to ask about how does Malak view the way he was created personally I hope he doesn't give a fuck about anything negative people say about it
Like I said before I hope that in this universe Geralt hasn't bedded like 75% of all sorceress like he has in the books and games... that's for Malak to do haha
Even with Ciri as his first love I do hope Malak has room in his heart for several lovers ie the lovely ladies of the lodge, and non lodge sorceress like Lytta Neyd and Cynthia, and of course not just sorceress but others like Adda as was shown this chapter, Meve, Anna Henrietta, Sylvia Anna, Cerys, Priscilla, Saskia maybe a succubus and vampire to etc
I'm also still hoping that Malak becomes known as the most powerful Mage to walk the Earth not Vilgefortz and he goes down in history as the greatest swordsman oh and speaking of magic hope Malak can pull a little trick with Artefact compression where he just compresses a persons heart to deal with them
Think that's it for the moment really looking forward to seeing what Malak gets up to
I'm glad you like it.
I wanted him to have a long range weapon, I had a idea of Sniper vs Archer and I really wanted to explore it.
Malak had a bad experience with watching his father be stabbed by a pitch fork , so he decided to use armor afterwords to keep that from happening to him.
I want him to be both similar yet different from Geralt.
His views on his origin will be explored later.
(Hey, I'm assuming that you're the same that asked about the future Persona story. [You should really use a nickname or something because it's easier to answer your questions that way])
Petsona wise.
Can the Persona Oc at the start be thirteen or fourteen not a pre teen
I also wanted to ask if he going to have a canon persona as his first persona and what's his melee weapon going to be
He will start as middle school student through out Persona 1, Persona 2 Innocent Sin and Persona 2 Ethernal Punishment storylines. He will start high school during Persona 3 storyline. (He will start the story as a 12 year old and will be 15 during the Persona 3 storyline.}
His Persona is the Seraph.
His melee weapons are two swords that he dual wields it, a Katana and a Wakizashi. He's also a Japanese Jujutsu practitioner and carries an WW2 Japanese gun.
Also, about his relationships: He will have no relationships with the girls from Persona 1 and 2 due to age difference, his relationships will start on Persona 3. (Minor Spoiler: The Female Protagonist from P3P will be his main romance and official girlfriend, but she's the one that actually pushes the whole harem aspect of the story.)
Really want to see more of this
Good to know.
Please continue. Following the story. Stay safe author
Thanks .