Hello possible readers,

This story is based on all book lore plus events in the game up to the battle of Kaer Morhen, but I did have to change/find explanations for things that were only alluded to in the books.

It's mostly a romance with some adventures mixed in later on (starting with chapter 24). I'll also try to tie in some things that were only mentioned in passing in the books.
Some fluff and fun will be sprinkled in for a bit of interlude into more serious things.

Fair warning that it will contain some NSFW content starting with chapter 13.

Also, not a native speaker so I'm sorry if any errors slipped through. Feel free to point them out, I appreciate constructive criticism.

Hope you enjoy reading :)

Edit: Disclaimer: This is a story I wrote for fun and decided to share it here and on AO3 in case anyone got a kick out of it. There are a few things you might want to know before getting started on it. This is first of all a romance so if you're expecting something else, you might be disappointed. The adventure part comes in a lot later. Also, if you're not comfortable with reading mature content you might want to find something else to read. There's a fair bit of sex in it and it's not all fade to black. And last, but not least, this will be a long story, so keep that in mind. If you're looking for a short story, this is not it.

As Ciri lost control, a whirlwind of debris surrounded them. The ground was shaking and the already decrepit walls of the fortress started crumbling around them. The Hunt fled in fear of the destruction and chaos she unleashed.

The ice encasing Geralt's body began to crack and break with a harsh sound, and he awoke to the image of Ciri's unleashed raw power. It was history repeating itself, just like in Cintra so many years ago when Pavetta had wrecked the banquet hall and almost killed everyone. He had to stop her before the vortex of energy expanded too much and engulfed them all. Aard had worked on Pavetta; it had been enough to break her concentration for a second to end the rampage, but he had Ermion's help back then. Now, as he looked around, he found himself to be alone; the witchers were still frozen in place by the Hunt's spell, Vesemir was dead and Yennefer was nowhere to be seen.

The air had become viscous, as if the spell had caused it to compress, making his ears hurt from the pressure. He pushed through to get closer, but it was like walking through a thick bog. With no other alternative in sight, he reached out and moved his fingers to cast, but unlike so many years ago, the spell backfired, shattering the bones in his hand. He groaned in pain and obstinately continued to move towards her.

"If I can get to her... maybe she'll stop..." he thought as he pushed through the pain and took another step, bringing him just a little closer to Ciri. Small rocks were sent flying through the air, whipping his face, cutting into his skin, making him wince. Larger, heavier ones were starting to move as well. If only he could cast Quen to protect himself, but his hand was useless, and he just had to grit his teeth and endure. A few larger rocks hit his side, knocking the air out of him. Yet, he was getting closer.

"Almost there." A fallen sword got caught in the whirlwind and before he could move out of the way, it swerved and twisted in the air, slicing deeply through his calf, thus bringing him to his knees. Another burst of energy erupted from Ciri, and everything went black. Geralt fell to the ground unconscious. As the world grew dark around him, he saw Avallac'h cast a spell and the destruction subsided, but it was too late for him.

The chaotic energy dissipated and the remaining witchers shook off the spell that kept them frozen in place. They had all witnessed Vesemir's death and Ciri's unravelling, but could aid none of them. Now that they were free from the spell, Lambert rushed to Ciri's limp body while Eskel jumped to help Geralt.

"She's alive!" he shouted to Eskel. "Wake up, Ciri! Come on! Vesemir died for you!" Lambert shook her, hoping that she would regain consciousness. After a few seconds, she cracked her eyes, tried to open her mouth to speak, but instead turned to the side and became violently sick.

Eskel was kneeling next to Geralt, head on his chest.

"Lambert! Find Yennefer! He's badly hurt and is barely breathing!"

Yennefer woke to a flurry of sounds with a ringing in her ears. Lambert was pulling at her arm, trying to get her off the ground. He was saying something. She could see his lips move, but the cacophony of sounds in her head made no sense. "Geralt... something about Geralt..."

The sounds became clearer and images around her came into focus. Geralt lying still on the ground, his skin paler than usual, Eskel pushing down rhythmically on his chest. She finally understood and motioned to Lambert to help support her so she could walk. The closer she got, the worse the situation looked. She ignored Vesemir's lifeless body as she walked past it; there was nothing she could do for him, but for Geralt there may still be hope. Eskel was already pulling off his armour to check the wounds, frantic and desperate to help his friend and brother.

"Move, Eskel! Give me space to work!" Yennefer lifted a hand to focus chaos into a spell to stabilize Geralt's condition while she thought of the best way to help him. The spell wrapped around the body like electric blue ivy and kept him breathing just barely. She inspected the wounds on his body, felt for a pulse, and frowned.

"His heart is beating much slower than it should, even for a witcher. He hasn't lost that much blood, so that's not the cause. His breathing is shallow, and he's getting colder. This isn't physical, it's magical. Did any of you see what happened?"

"A burst of energy from Ciri, it hit him and he just fell instantly... I saw it, I couldn't move..." Eskel said, defeated.

"You mean I did this to him?" Ciri had stopped vomiting and had crawled next to them. A look of despair on her face mixed with sorrow and guilt made them all afraid she would lose control of herself again.

"You mustn't blame yourself, you couldn't have known, you didn't mean to..." Eskel started mumbling.

"Yennefer, please tell me you can help!" her voice pleaded as tears ran down her cheeks. "I can't lose him too! This can't happen!" She was losing it again.

"I'm doing all I can," Yennefer said in the calmest way she could muster. It was imperative to keep her composure, for everyone's sake. She racked her brain to think of something, anything, that could help. He was fading and no spell she knew could help. It was like the pogrom all over again. That had been the one other time death had come close enough that they felt its icy breath as it wrapped its claws around their hearts. If they escaped it then, maybe there was a chance they could do it again.

"Ciri... I need you to calm down and remember... to think of the time when you took us to the island with the orchard. Can you remember? Can you take us there again?"

Despair faded from her emerald eyes and was replaced by a look that told of steel resolve. She had to fix this and Yennefer was right, at least mostly.

"I remember... but it wasn't the island, it wasn't the tree, that's just where I found her. But I can find her again, at another time, another place... No, in the perfect time, the perfect place, the one place where she knows she can help... She must!" and with that said Ciri, Yennefer and Geralt disappeared once again from their world and their time.