2.
The Puppy.
It was one of the calmer days that something, she had not felt in a long time happen.
She remembered the feeling of Fate at work, for she knew it form her own past.
Curious she began to move, so she closed her shop for the next few weeks and left, she followed the web of fate as it was being woven from Rivia, she made her way.
She walked north east till she hit the edge of the mountains near the very edge of Kaedwen, she did not know why she was being lead there but as she arrived at the foot hills that were the precursor to the mountains ahead she was met by a woman holding a baby.
She greeted the young looking woman, though her true age was shrouded by nature imbued chaos (marking her a druid or a shaman), the lady, she learned was named Visenna.
As the spoke their greetings the noise was heard by the child as she felt the child wake from his slumber, his eyes the couloir of amber, and hair white as milk.
She followed the path and began to talk with Visenna about her travels and about Druidism from her own teachings of the past, and as they moved forward she could feel she was following fate being written.
For Visenna's part she was just gland for the company the actual conversation was secondary, for she had never seen a woman as beautiful as the one she was walking with, and the old feeling she gave off was strange for she felt none of the chaos based illusions sorcerer used, and it was like death was a shroud and protection for this woman. it was keeping her both from mystical eyes and supernatural senses.
Visenna also got the feeling that their path was so clear because of this woman, for Harriett's had arrived she had met trolls and wolves, yet for the last two days nothing. The road clear and the weather was fair oddly enough even though in the distance dark clouds were being kept at bay.
Harriett was in a pickle, she could feel magic gather round the child calming and playing with-it, but not encroaching into the child yet it was as if it was waiting for something.
she knew this was the person she was looking for as well as magic had all but shouted champion at the child... it vexed her so Sometimes.
They arrived at an old castle, well hidden in the shadows of a mountains, here was Kear Morhen, the school of the wolf.
Now Harriett had been here years ago in her wanderings she felt the web of magic greet her from bellow the castle, and it was to no surprise on her part that the Witcher's remembered her, for they lived long if they survived.
She nodded her head to the man that greeted them and was led away after saying goodbye to Visenna and the still unnamed infant.
Harriett would not find out till the next day that Visenna had left that night, after dropping the child into the arms of one of the Witcher's.
Now Harriett was not a general angry person, well not anymore she had grown up from her childhood and was now very hard to anger, but an act like that made her magic explode out into the sky, till it darkened over the school of the wolf and the storm that raged for the next ten days would be spoken about In legend.
For over ten miles around the castle it was pure unadulterated carnage, winds like a hurricane, rain that fell like spears. Well all save for the castle itself, which was not hit by either wind nor rain.
It took no thought oh her part to stay for the next few years, she helped with the razing of the now named Geralt of Rivia, she stayed while the Witcher's mutated the child and made him less human and more animal as they called it more beast than man.
It surprised them one day as one of the older Witcher's said that, she responded, that man or beast, Witcher's are still human, it makes you no more or less. For it is our choses that define use.
The Witcher's new Harriett was not human, they had seen the way the world bent and twisted to please her they had even though her some old god, until she had stayed with them, they found her very easy to be around, that kind of jaded kindness was new to most of the older Witcher's, and a welcome change to the young once.
She would read the little ones stories of this world, old stories some long forgotten, and some from her world. The tale of the 3 brother became Geralt's favourite.
The older Witcher's found it odd that she said nothing to Geralt going through the trial of grasses or herbs, in fact she made sure that their numbers swelled by saving more than their original sorcerer had managed, instead of two to three out of ten surviving she had got it to six to nine, on one go she saved all of the new recruits.
Never before had the school of the wolf had someone do so much and ask for nothing, she caught her own food she even shared her surplus with them, she made them better armour and taught them new ways to purify silver for weapons.
She advanced their understanding of Chaos and ways to uses their small connection to it. she taught the potions and poison, balms and salves.
She taught them more about their own bodied than most sorcerers knew, soon the school of the Wolf was the best of all Witcher schools, more advanced and better trained.