The Witcher: Black and White
Pavetta's Child and The Lost Witcher
12 Years Later…
12 years had passed since Marvo killed Theod and Angella. Usually, emotional thoughts would soon disappear from a Witcher's mind so he wouldn't end up dwelling on it but he was still plagued with nightmares. Almost every night, he watching himself behead the poor girl. It never ended badly, for he constantly relived bringing his sword down on Lord Theod's face.
In 12 years, Marvo had vanquished many a monster and became an experienced monster hunter for hire. His sharpened senses became sharper with every coming year and he had earned a few scars. 14 the last time he counted. The largest of all was a long white line that started at his right collarbone and ended at the left side of his pelvis. Courtesy of a werewolf.
He hadn't heard any word from the Witchers he trained with and it didn't bother him, he knew they could all hold their own in a fight.
Now, Marvo was in the thick of Temeria. He had no contract but rather was on the hunt for one. In the lands surrounding Maribor, Marvo sat beside a fire on his knees. His golden eyes shut and his swords beside him. He strained to focus on nothing around him and only be at peace for a small amount of time.
But, it's never like that for a Witcher. As he remained still, his meditation was interrupted by the sound of someone dismounting a horse. From the way they approached, Marvo could tell they thought he hadn't noticed him. Marvo sprung into action, grabbing his steel sword and somersaulting forward he landed with the point of a sword at his throat.
Marvo looked up and saw the slender frame of a woman. She wore a simple wool cloak and her face was shrouded by a hood. She had her sword in a two handed grasp pointed right at him. Marvo could see the engravings along the blade, they were Elvish. Marvo hadn't learned how to read it.
Marvo cleared his throat casually. "What's the sword say?" he asked.
The woman leaned in, poking Marvo's adam's apple with the point. "Zireael ." she said.
Marvo shifted his shoulders, exposing his medallion from beneath his own cloak. "You have a name?"
The woman saw the medallion "Where did you get that!?" she asked forcefully.
"I earned it. I'm a Witcher." answered Marvo.
Marvo felt Zireael back from his throat. He took a sigh of relief and stood up on his feet. He could now see locks of silver hair poke through the woman's hood.
"So, what is your name?" Marvo asked.
"You first." she replied.
Marvo sighed again. "Marvo of Claremont, now you."
The woman sheathed Zireael. "Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon."
Marvo smiled. "Well, that's a mouthful."
"People call me Ciri." Ciri replied.
"Yeah, that is much easier to pronounce." Marvo said with a short chuckle.
Ciri glanced around the clearing they were standing in. "You don't happen to know Geralt of Rivia, do you?"
"Geralt? He brought me to the Witchers via Law of Surprise. How do you know him?"
"Pretty much the same." she said smiling.
Ciri threw back her hood, exposing the silver hair, green eyes, and scar down her left eye like Geralt's. Marvo couldn't help but admire the young woman's beauty, although he figured if he said as much she'd kill him. She gave off that boyish and rugged appearance.
"Marvo of Claremont, I didn't find you at random because I need your help. So does a few other friends of mine." Ciri said after a brief silence.
"My help? Specifically my help?" Marvo asked, puzzled.
Ciri cocked her head to one side. "Well, not your help per say. I needed a Witcher, now you're coming with me to Novigrad."
"What's in Novigrad beside nonhuman haters?" Marvo asked.
Ciri turned back to her own horse and mounted it. "Triss Merigold and Yennefer of Vengerberg."
Of course, Marvo had heard these names before. Former lovers of Geralt. But why they'd need a Witcher when they had Geralt still confused Marvo.
"Why do two sorceresses need a Witcher when they have Geralt?" Marvo asked as he mounted his own horse.
"Because they don't have Geralt, he's gone." Ciri said sadly.
Marvo's mouth fell open. "Geralt's dead?"
Ciri turned back to him. "No, he's missing. We don't know where he is. Your job is to find him."