AN/ Story will contain violence, corporal punishment of a minor and cussing...Also, I don't have a beta, all mistakes are mine.
Story will take place during Season 2 episode 2.
Geralt paced up and down the halls, his blood boiled just thinking about Vesemir trying to turn Ciri into a witcher. How could she just lay there so willingly? He punched the stone wall; how could she want this?
"Geralt," Vesemir walked up behind Geralt. He placed a gentle hand on the man's shoulder. "We should talk about young Ciri." Vesemir made his way down the hall, not waiting for Geralt to respond.
Geralt followed the older man into the armory, "I swore to protect her," he said, breaking the silence. "She is too young to understand these things; she doesn't understand the danger she's facing by becoming a witcher."
Vesemir held up his hand, silencing Geralt. "She's young, and she's lost. She has a misguided way of thinking. She wants revenge and wants to become something. She doesn't want to keep running away from what she's lost. She thinks becoming a witcher will get rid of her enemies." He sat down on a bench, rubbing his beard. "You have your hands full with her."
"Hmm," Geralt stared off into the distance. "Were you ready to raise all of us when we were boys?"
"I only got by by teaching you boys to fight. To protect yourselves against the dangers of the world." Vesemir glanced over at Geralt, then up at a rusted old sword. "However, what Ciri needs is not someone to teach her to fight. She needs a father, a father who can guide her through this mess of a world we live in." He paused for a second, then continued. "You are the father that she needs."
"GERALT, she's gone!" Lambert rushed over to the two men. "Triss went to Ciri's room to help her pack, but she wasn't there."
"What did you say to her?" Geralt growled.
"Me? I didn't say anything to her. She's a spoiled brat who thinks she can get away with anything she wants." Lambert scoffed.
Geralt pushed himself past Lambert before he could make it halfway through the room; Vesemir called out to him.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find her," he said in a stoic voice. He jogged down the hall, with the other two witchers following close behind. They slid to a halt at the site of the rest of the Witchers and Triss huddling together in the dining hall. The small group looked up when the trio made their way in.
"Where have you all looked?" Geralt eyed them as if they were the ones who made Ciri vanish.
"Everywhere," Triss replied. "She's not in Kaer Morhen."
"Coen and Lambert, I want both of you to head South and look for her." Vesmir stepped up, "I will head North with Everard, and Triss can head East with Gwain." He scanned the group, trying to calculate a plan. "Geralt, that will leave you to head west with Merek." He glanced back at the remaining witchers. "The rest of you, stay here in case she comes back." He paused for a second, then continued. "We meet back here by sundown," he gave a side look at Geralt, "even if she isn't found."
"I'm not returning unless she is found," Geralt said gruffly.
"And how would you know if one of us were to find her? Meeting back here at sundown would allow us to regroup. I don't want the remaining three groups to keep searching if one group were to have found her." Vesemir replied in an even voice.
"If any of you find her, you're not to lay a hand on her." Geralt gave a threatening look towards the group. Without waiting for a reply, he made his way outside and towards Roach.
Merek raced after Geralt, "trying to leave me behind, I see." The two witchers quickly threw their saddles on their horses and mounted up. "What do you plan to do if you find her?" He asked, urging his horse into a trot.
"She stole a horse," Geralt called after Merek.
"What?" Merek pulled his horse to a halt.
"She stole Lambert's horse." Geralt said a little louder as the rest of the group made their way over to them.
"Little brat," Lambert spat on the ground. "When I get my hands on her, I'm giving her a hiding of a lifetime."
"You will not lay a hand on her," Geralt growled. He narrowed his eyes at the others, "no one is to harm her."
"Yes, just let the little snot-nosed brat run around acting as she pleases." Lambert scoffed
"Oh, trust me, I won't be letting her do anything when I find her," Geralt grumbled.
"Since we're one horse down, Lambert, it would be best for you to stay here," Vesemir said as he tacked up his horse. "It will be easier to track a horse than tracking a solo hiker." He quickly mounted up," remember, meet up by sundown."
Geralt gave another threatening look at the group, then nudged Roach into a gallop. She couldn't have gotten far, he thought to himself. "Find her before something, or someone does," he muttered.
"Leaving me behind again?" Merek galloped beside him, "she could be anywhere out here."
"Just follow her trail," Geralt said curtly. He pulled Roach to a halt, "I'd say those are the tracks of Lambert's horse."
"How long do you think she's been gone for?" Merek asked as he studied the tracks.
"She was left alone for a few hours. My guess is that she left as soon as she threw a few things into her bag." Geralt urged Roach into a trot.
"So, what do you plan to do when we find her?" Merek's horse trotted in step with Roach.
"That's none of your concern," Geralt replied.
"You were always one to keep conversations to yourself," Merek muttered.
AN: I hope ya'll enjoyed chapter 1. Chapter 2 I plan to have it follow Ciri as she tries to evade Nilfgaard.