It's short, I'm sorry, I'm working on longer chapters, so stay with me here. Sorry for the long-ass update, I recently started a new job. Between that, my father had also been in the hospital from Meningitis; I had been busy with that. Anyways, chow. Reviews are welcome, they do give me LOTS of inspiration.

Childhood Arc V: Fairytale

"Don't judge me unless you have looked through my eyes, experienced what I went through, and cried as many tears like me. Until then back-off, cause you have no idea."

— Lucy Heartfilia

"Is she a dancer?"

"Yes," Gezras answered.

The long dark-haired elf danced on the table with others as the music played. She wore a blouse, tights leather pants, and high brown boots. Elegantly, she flaunted her talent for dancing as elves cheered for her and sang along with the elf bard. Today's tale was about some elf love story with a human, then they meet on the battlefield resulting in their deaths.

"She's won't stop looking at me every time she twirls," Nolani pointed, drinking her lowball glass of water— Gezras refused her to have alcohol.

"Might because you're the only human here."

"Could be."

"Or maybe she's eyeing you."

He nearly choked on his drink. "I severely doubt it."

"Why do you say that?"

"She's someone I know from the past because of Aelirenn."

"A fuck buddy or something?"

"No."

"If you know her, tell her to stop staring at a child; it's plain creepy."

The redhead rolled his eyes.

The music stopped as the bard announced a fifteen-minute break. Nolani noted the dance as a fairytale, dramatic and graceful. The dancer hopped off the table and made her way over to Nolani after the music stopped playing. While Gezras was distracted, she swiped his mug of beer and drank half of it until he took it back. She ended up with a sprinkle of it on her face. pouting, she turned to the red-headed elf with a glare.

"Dude, I'm thirsty," Nolani complained.

"Then ask the barmaids to get you something then," he suggested, finishing the rest of his drink so the child couldn't take anymore. With that, she flicked her finger rather rudely to catch the attention of the waitress.

She had a wooden tray in her hands, passing out drinks as she came by. "Yes, sir?"

"A water please."

"Coming right up," she said, walking away.

A hand slammed down by Nolani's, startling her. Dark eyes peered down at her with intense curiosity with a snide smile. "What is this thing?"

Nolani cocked an eyebrow, pointing with her thumb towards the elf in her face. "Yeah, what the fuck is that?"

Gezras resisted the urge to smack them both for being childish— "That thing is a human child and the other thing is my old friend."

"Is that your human child? Is she part elf and chipped off her ears or something?"

"No" he grumbled lowly.

"You both have red hair though?"

"She's a Witcher," he plainly answered.

"Ohhhhhhh really?" She trailed off. "The only Witchers I have met were male— they had weapons and armor too. It's so elaborate how a young, weak-looking, brat turned into a Witcher?"

Well then. Gezras's friend was almost impossible to agree or reason with. She's got the attitude of a boulder, never wavering in the wind of arguments. Some could say that's a good quality to have, but others despise people who will not listen to suggestions. But Iskra and everyone else knew that only males were Witchers. Nolani was a special case that probably will never happen again. She was the result of an experimental process that one sorcerer decided to attempt to create the first female Witcher. It was an extremely slim chance one would survive and Nolani did. Though, Gezras believes that it was her destiny to survive. There was something planned for her in the future, he just had a strange notion the first time he saw her. Everything about her felt different. He just couldn't tell what exactly it was.

Then there was the fact that she had remembered her previous life before her. Though, none of that matters here. Yet, he is quite curious as to what her world was like compared to this one.

"There's a first time for everything," Gezras said, hoping to settle the argument.

"I see," the dark-haired wood elf said, taking a good look at the human child. "Well then, I shall get going as my dance is done with now. Gezras, let's catch up without a human present."

The last part of her sentence had been coded in an elven language that Nolani had no god damn idea about.

"Hello? Do you guys wanna speak the common language so I can understand? Hey, ginger, wanna teach me the language she used?" Nolani asked, whipping her head towards her elven friend.

The redhead cocked an eyebrow, gazing back at the child. "Ginger, as in the seasoning?"

"Oh you know, ginger-root— the ingredient that gives some food their temper flavor."

"Does it seem like I have a temper?" He pointed out.

"No, but I can see the irritation in your face when I call you ginger," Nolani pointed right back, inching her hand towards his alcoholic drink.

The red-head slapped her hand away. "Don't even think about it."

"You sure she isn't your daughter?" Iskra wondered, rolling her eyes amusingly. "She has quite the taste for alcohol as you do."

"Witcher's are sterile," Gezras informed.

"No shit sherlock," Nolani drawled sarcastically.

"Sherlock?"

"Nevermind."

"Ah," Gezras nodded, understanding that it must have been a term from her old life. "We should head out, you need to sleep because we are starting your first bit of training tomorrow."

"Fuck— Waaiiiiittt, does that mean no more books?"

"No."

"Fuck."