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CHAPTERS 24 - Something Beautiful and 25 - Epilogue Added!Â
These are the final chapters and this WIP is now a complete novel-length non-canonical story line.Â
To my readers who have stuck with this novel-length story with me all the way - I cannot thank you enough for receiving this non-canon story line as well as you have. I have received some sincerely heartfelt comments that have blown me away. I’ve marked this WIP as a completed work. My first ever story - my first ever fan-fiction - It Is Done. A milestone in my life. I thank AO3 for hosting and for an open and accepting community - and to all the readers past, present, and future - and Andrzej Sapkowski for creating the characters and the world of the Witcher we have come to love so much - THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart!
Chapter 24 Summary:
The conclusion of this story line deals with the matters of the hearts of all involved. Yennefer and Geralt have the conversation that had been waiting for some time. Does Geralt and the Duchess reconcile with each other? Can she forgive him for her sister’s murder? As Geralt and Ciri realize their new roles as parents and lovers, they’ve begun something beautiful - a family.
Chapter 25 Summary:
Sixteen years have passed and as happy as Ciri and Geralt have been - darkness looms on the horizon. Blood and Wine DLC character, Dettlaff (aka the Beast of Beauclair) makes an appearance!
**Content Warning** - Some readers requested another steamy love scene between our favorites! If this bothers you, please skip first scene.
My heartfelt and sincerest thanks to my beta reader @vic-of-thor. His love of all things Witcher is true and genuine and he supports any kind of Witcher creations, be it stories, art, music…. you name it. The world needs more beautiful souls like his. He was up front with me from the start that he did not accept the love between Ciri and Geralt as I wrote it, yet he still read every chapter, gave his honest thoughts and reactions and input which has helped clear the path for me. But most of all - his genuine and honest support gave me the courage to even post this story online and I am forever grateful to him. Thank you. Vic - from the bottom of my heart!
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CHAPTER 22 - Shadow of Destiny - Added!
Summary:
With a couple months before Ciri's due date, Geralt traveled to Toussaint, the fairy-tale duchy in northern Nilfgaard with its knights, tourney, a fair share of mysteries, and with hopes of finding a home there. The contract was to kill The Beast of Beauclair that terrorized the region. Gamers know the events of the DLC expansion Blood and Wine happen here and it's assumed the reader has played through that awesome story line.
However, things did not go as planned and Geralt faces the consequences of choosing the lesser evil. It's Midsummer's Eve and as Ciri's time draws near, a rather serious obstacle stands in his way in getting back to her. But in the midst of this struggle, he realizes his true feelings for Ciri. Will Geralt make it back to her in time to greet his son into the world? Readers and gamers alike will love the return of Geralt's good friend Regis - a higher vampire from the good old days... :)
**CONTENT WARNING - SPOILER ALERT - This chapter contains spoilers regarding the Blood and Wine DLC expansion and follows one possible ending. Mild use of strong language.**
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Chapter Excerpt:
Unable to breathe, a frigid chill raced down his spine, clamping closed his throat. Hands shook in his lap and his heart pounded in his ears affecting his hearing and clouded any ability to think.
CIRI.
“He’s all yours.” De la Tour turned and gestured at the guards.
Geralt did not even hear the warden enter nor Damien passing the orders of his execution.
CIRI!
No… NO! He couldn't die now, not when his son would arrive in a matter of days! He had to be there for it... witness it! He must be there for Ciri!
Rough hands gouged into his shoulders yanking him out of the chair. Shoving him out of the warden's office, he staggered down the steps, knees weak, feet numb. Slipping, he tumbled into the guard ahead of him knocking him forward. In a rage, the guard whirled and clobbered him in the jaw with the back of a studded glove, the force of the blow sent him reeling into the wall. Cracking his head against the stone, a sharp pain hammered his temples. Wincing, he regained his footing. Merciless hands clutched his arms, hauling him away.
Glancing behind, Damien de la Tour stood at the top of the steps, watching him with a grave gaze. The warden, behind him, rough and weathered, looked as if he had just been roused from bed, rolled up a parchment and tucked it away in a desk drawer. The letter declaring his death.
A silver glint caught his eye when the warden turned around. A silver chain with a wolf-head medallion dangled from a front pocket. Geralt still wore his medallion… the bastard had Ciri’s pendant - the one he had killed that crone to retrieve! It was a gift for her, the blasted son of a whore!
Shoved from behind, he stumbled down the rest of the steps and in another minute, bodily hurled inside his cell. Crashing to the floor, he slid across loose pebbles scraping knees, palms and elbows. The door slammed closed behind him.
"Sleep tight, Witcher," mocked pockmarked man and the other guards hooted along with him.
Sucking in air, Geralt curled up on the floor, struggling to breathe as the lock slid home and the jangle of keys rattled in his soul. The symbolism hit too close to home.
Bloody hell! This wasn't happening! He would not miss the most important and exciting thing to happen in his life! Fuck this place! To hell with Corvo Bianco and Toussaint! He was sentenced to death, he wouldn't need it anymore so why the fuck was he holding himself here?!
Hauling himself to his feet, he groaned at the throbbing pain in his jaw and temples. Clutching the bars of the window, he gazed out across the mirror-like surface of the lake, and at the city celebrating the arrival of summer. Music reached him, the smells of savory food, cheerful and laughing voices. The sounds of... Life. He had a hand in bringing a life into this world and he was not, by the gods, going to lose his.
It would be dawn in another couple hours. Clenching his teeth, he swiped back grimy hair and stood straight. No witcher died in his bed. Nor rot in prison awaiting execution. At least none that he knew of and he'd be damned if he were the first.
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Many THANKS TO ALL THE READERS WHO HAVE STUCK WITH THIS STORY FOR OVER A YEAR AND CONTINUE TO SHOW ENTHUSIASM. I am so grateful and humbled that this non-canon story-line has been well received. THANK YOU!
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CHAPTER 20 - Daughter of the Old Blood Added!
Summary:
Geralt seeks out Dandelion at The Chameleon in Novigrad during the Belleteyn Holiday (May Day, May 1st). A surprise visit from Avallac'h opens the Witcher's understanding regarding prophecies surrounding Cirilla and their soon-to-arrive son.
**Content Warning** - The opening of this chapter is a continuation of the intimate scene between Ciri and Geralt. If that bothers you, advise to skip the first scene.
This chapter is long, longer than any other posted so far, but it was written more for me and the care of the characters. ;) I don't think you'll mind overly much. ;)
Chapter Excerpt:
The door opened and the hooded figure from the common room stepped in and nodded once at both men. “Gentlemen, do not be alarmed.”
The tall slender figure draped in robes of multi coordinated colors became visible as he held his cloak aside and removed the hood. His light brown hair brushed back gleamed with silver streaks. Prominent cheekbones gave him a sharp and stern expression.
Geralt rose and took a step toward the elf. “You dare show up here now, sage?”
A hand rose with palm facing him. “Geralt, as I said, no need for alarm. I am not your foe.” Cold piercing crystal blue eyes penetrated him in that eerily way sending shivers down his spine. A high intellect reflected in those clear eyes. “I am not your foe,” he repeated, looking at both of them directly. “May I join you?”
Dandelion glanced at him, worry etched his features. Curling a lip, Geralt gestured to a chair despite his desire to throw him through the window. Ciri wouldn’t have left to fight the Frost if it hadn’t been for Avallac’h’s influence. But, clearly, there was good reason he had decided to show up out of the blue again and bet it had to do with Ciri. If his assumption was correct, he needed to know what this was about.
Avallac’h, tall, broad shouldered, settled himself gracefully in the chair by the table. Geralt sat across from him. Dandelion, glancing between the two, appeared uncomfortable and lost. Remembering who he was, he offered the sage a drink. He declined politely.
“I’ll leave you two then--”
“Stay, Dandelion. Have a seat.” Geralt directed without removing his eyes from the sage.The bard sat down keeping his back straight as a rod.
Geralt sat back in a relaxed manner. “Can’t imagine why you’re here after everything that went down on Undvik. Ciri passed through the portal you opened and, well, frankly didn’t think of you again after that. Assumed you went back to… wherever you call home.”
Avallac’h studied him, carefully keeping his features neutral, not betraying a shred of emotion. “I left as all have done. Did not wish to stick around while you and your sorceress had your little… spat.”
Swallowing a retort, Geralt inhaled a deep breath. “Be careful, sage,” was all he managed to grate out in a low voice.
“Hope you managed to work things out with your Yennefer. After all, the isle still stands, albeit not for the devastation she caused venting her fury on you. But that is not my concern. Let us skip beyond the pleasantries shall we, Geralt?”
“I said be careful, sage.”
“Let’s be real, Geralt. Think I’m so naive that I don’t know what happened on Undvik preceding the battle with the Hunt? Clearly, I know full well what happened afterwards. And why.”
Geralt swallowed again, leering at the sage, putting all effort into keeping a straight face before entertaining the idea of throttling the elf. Dandelion’s curious gaze rested on him, waiting for him, his reaction.
Avallac’h’s ice blue gaze focused on the table, in particular, on the scroll Geralt had picked up from the floor moments ago. “So, I see you found my scrolls.”
Geralt shot a questioning gaze at the bard. Dandelion cleared his throat.
“Aahh, Avallac’h showed up the other day and asked for this suite for a couple days. How could I turn him down, I mean--?”
“But you told me this suite was vacated at the moment.”
“It was,” Avallac’h intervened. “I had stepped out. Now I’ve returned.”
Exhaling, Geralt stared daggers at the sage. “Get to the f**king point, Avallac'h. Why are we having this conversation?”
“Relax, Witcher. I understand the hard feelings you have for me, rest assured, I’m here only to help. After all, so many, let's say... decades of my life were dedicated to Cirilla’s purpose, preparing for her, and then teaching her to control her magic when the time was ripe--”
“And sent her on a senseless mission that could have destroyed her.” Geralt slammed a fist down on the table. The scrolls bounced and settled again.
“Senseless? No. The Frost had to be dealt with either now or later, but she did not perish, that is all that matters. Nor did she succeed, entirely, but the effort was there. And it was only because of you that she managed that much. I must admit, Geralt, since Cirilla has been in your life, she has been a stronger person for it. You taught her well. She trusts you utterly and completely.” The gravity of his smooth voice lowered and grew more serious, attracting his complete attention. “Your influence resonates within her. You could say, breathed new life in her.”
Silence settled like a fleece blanket over them and despite the sage’s piercing gaze, the air became suffocating. Dandelion discreetly cleared his throat, shifting in his seat.Geralt measured Avallac’h with a steely, unblinking gaze, penetrating the elf’s carefully guarded soul. Damn, guard it well, he did. Could he know?
Avallac’h kept his gaze just as even, his lips curving in a slight, arrogant smile. His next words were deadly serious. “My work with Cirilla is not yet complete, you see. I know she’s returned from her otherworldly adventure, the Wild Hunt has been defeated, through no small amount of impressive effort by you and your friends. Shows how dedicated you are to your beloved Cirilla. You’re a capable man, Geralt. Yet Cirilla’s purpose is not yet fulfilled. In three months, she will fulfill that purpose. Some say, as I believe, it is her true purpose, Geralt. The Hunt and the Frost, merely training grounds.”
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Author's Note: I cannot thank you enough for sticking with this non-canonical SL so long and with such enthusiasm you've shown! Especially with the last chapter with the love scene between our favorite characters! No other chapter had received so many Kudos and hits in such a short period of time than that one! I am so grateful to all of you.
Many thanks to VicofThor - my beta reader with whose support I count on.
A special thank you to a new fan, Sashka Meilo, for reaching out to me privately. Our conversation was delightful and enlightening and I credit Sashka with the title of this chapter.
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Chapter 21 - Matters of the Heart ADDED!
Summary:
In Vengerberg, Yennefer and Ciri have a heart to heart that could reconcile or destroy their relationship with each other as well as their relationship with Geralt. At the Chameleon, Geralt needs to warn Yen that Ciri is still in danger. He tells Dandelion his plans and heads south to finish something Ciri had started and to retrieve a meaningful item. As Ciri's time draws near, Yen realizes Vengerberg is not safe anymore. Will they find a safe place for Ciri to deliver Geralt's son?
Our beloved original character, Chessa the healer, reappears in this chapter. Since Yen had teleported her to Vengerberg twelve years ago, she has stayed with Yen as an apprentice and the two have developed a rare and special friendship during those years.
Hope you enjoy! :)
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Chapter Excerpt:
Yen jumped to her feet, the blanket tumbled to the floor. “How dare you!” She turned her back to her, and crossed the room, her hand covering her mouth. After a moment of composing herself again, her voice sounded like it had aged a decade. "You two do share something very special. And yes, if you must know, I envied it at first. It's called the Law of Surprise, where he claimed you as his reward for performing a job for your grandmother while you were still in your mother's womb. His motive was to make you a witcher, to become his protege. Wanted to pass his knowledge on for he would never have a child to do that naturally. He had a law, or destiny, as you like to call it, on his side to take you as his own. He had finally found his adoptive daughter… a child of surprise." Her shoulders slumped. "A child I could not give him."
The energy of the conversation changed with Yennefer’s murmured confession. The words on Ciri's lips, words that denied ever thinking of Geralt as a father died instantly with the realization which hit her with the force not unlike the Pendulum back home at Kaer Morhen. A pang sliced through her soul deeply. Understanding her mother now in a much deeper way, the gravity of their situation weighed on her like she carried a horse upon her shoulders. For one night with him, she conceived with a man who was not able to continue his bloodline, whereas before her was a woman who loved him for nearly two decades.
What have I done? Feeling awful, she drew in a shaky breath, and stood beside the powerful woman she viewed as a mother since her own had died when she was but a babe. At thirteen, in Ciri's eyes, Yennefer was larger than life, strong and intelligent, gorgeous, and a force to reckon with and even fear. Today, still all those things, Yen stood shorter than her now, but Ciri understood that underneath her power and reputation, laid a deeply concealed wounded woman from this harsh world.
Silence, suffocating as it was, pulsated between them. Ciri touched her shoulder. “How you must hate me right now. I’ll learn to accept it, mother. I’ll understand, after the babe is born, you don’t ever wish to see me again. I’ve wounded you deeply, and for that I will never forgive myself.” Eyes burning, she let the wetness gathering flow freely.
Yen turned toward her, her expression one of surprise, her large ice cold violet gaze thawing before her. Grasping her arms, her fingers dug painfully, but Ciri didn’t mind. “You will do no such thing, you understand me, girl? You are my daughter and although we don’t share blood, there is nothing you can do to change that. Nothing. We will get through this. All of us. This babe needs a family and we will give him one.”
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Chapters: 23/24
Chapter 23 -Â Destiny Born - Added!
Summary:
Will Dandelion's skill with words persuade Duchess Anna Henrietta to pardon the witcher? Will Geralt live long enough to get to Ciri and witness the birth of their son? Will Regis be able to help? Will Yennefer be there for her daughter when she's needed the most?Â
And introducing Mother Nenneke - the beloved arch priestess at the Temple of Melitele we loved from the books - provides the setting and backdrop of a tension-filled climax of this beautiful journey.
**Content Warning - Use of foul language, a fight scene, and a boat load of tension and feelings! :)
Enjoy the ride! :)
Many, many thanks to my beta reader @VicofThor - my support, my courage. Thank you, friend!
And to the readers who continue faithfully with me - It's almost over. One more chapter to go and this concludes this story line.
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Chapter Excerpt:
"Well then, should she show up here, I'll be sure to inform her of such. Now, if you'll excuse me, you know the way out. I must tend to a girl in great need." Nenneke stood and made to head for the door, but he stepped closer blocking her way. Another gut-wrenching scream pierced the air and a thunderous boom shook the floor. They both reached out to grasp the desk to steady themselves. It was difficult maintaining a neutral, emotionless expression.
Suddenly, an understanding of the witcher alighted within and empathy eased her thoughts about him. She had gotten to know Geralt, as he would frequent the temple a few times a year, not because he was a believer or follower. No, he was a faithless man, only believing in himself and his abilities. But something always drew him here and she, often times more than not, had been harsh with him. Not allowing herself to become the mother figure he so desperately hungered for, she constantly reprimanded him, and reminded him of his inhuman nature. After all, he was a witcher, a man whose emotions were stripped at the time of the mutation process that turned him into one.
But... perhaps she had been wrong. He was so much more than a mere witcher.
Constantly disguising a well of emotion behind a mask of indifference was no easy task and exhausting, to boot. Yet, he did so to survive… not giving anyone or anything an advantage over him. For if he showed he cared… it would risk all… himself, his livelihood, and his loved ones. And he did it so well, so naturally, others often mistakenly believed he didn't possess any emotions at all. Until he let them show... which was what he had wanted to do while here all those times past. Had she failed him all these years?
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Chapter 19 - Destiny Fulfilled Added!Â
Summary:
Happy 4th Anniversary for the The Witcher 3!!
Apologies for the long wait, but this gal is burnt out!
***Content Warning** This chapter contains a love scene.
I understand the sensitivity behind this scene. This is the scene that you have either been waiting for or dreading. For those of you who cannot stomach the idea of a love scene between Geralt/Ciri - perhaps you should skip this chapter (although, it's really beautiful!).
With that said, I took extreme care in the crafting of this scene. It's not as graphic as previous love scenes because I wanted to make this scene easier on the reader by focusing on the emotion behind the act rather than the physical. There's enough detail to let the reader's imagination add as much or as little detail as you feel comfortable.
I hope you enjoy it! :)
Many thanks to @vic-of-thor for his support and input! Couldn’t have done it without you!
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Chapter 18 - Voice of the Heart added!Â
It's been a YEAR since I posted the prologue, friends! And 17 chapters later, you're still with me and some new readers gained along the way too! I can't thank you enough for accepting this story and sticking with it! :)
Chapter 18 is here and it's the transition scene between the past and present story line that was started in Chptrs 1-3.
It's 12 years later and Ciri has grown into a lovely woman. For the Witcher 3 Wild Hunt gamers - the timeline is where the main story ends with the Witcheress Ending. Having returned from confronting the White Frost, she had met Geralt at the Inn at White Orchard and for the past fortnight, they've been on the road south to a destination Geralt kept a secret.
Chapter 18 Summary:
Ciri's condition grows worse and Geralt realizes he needs to get her off the road and to a safe and warm place, maybe even with a healer. During this snowy morning, we get small glimpses into the night they had shared together. Geralt begins to realize the wheel of time is coming around and the impossible reality that had revealed itself back at the healer's homestead twelve years ago, may indeed have already begun...
Excerpt:
“What are you doing?” she mumbled, her voice weak.
He swung up and settled himself behind her and cast the Axii sign on her mare. She would follow him that way.
“We’re going home--” Now it was his turn to falter. Where was home now? Kaer Morhen was just an empty shell now that Vesemir had passed on. Eskel and Lambert found other places to weather out the winter. They couldn’t handle being at the witcher fortress without their beloved mentor and father-figure. Couldn’t blame them really, but it looked like he would have to go back. Doubted Yennefer went home to Vengerberg, but perhaps she did. But would she welcome him?
“Why home? We have a contract to fulfill.”
“You’re not up to it, Ciri. Certainly not going to put you in harm's way until… you’ve recovered fully.”
“Normally, I would defy you, you know that.” The frailty in her voice made his thoughts tumble over themselves. He had to get her someplace safe, warm, and comfortable. But where, dammit!?
“I know. But even you realize you’re too weak to fight me on this.”
“Where will you take me, then?”
He paused. No idea. “Where do you want to go? Take you anywhere you want.” Hopefully, not Kaer Morhen. They would be too isolated and besides, the mountain pass was obliterated with the snow. No way they would get there now.
Her hand found his and squeezed. “Take me home, Geralt. To Kaer Morhen.”
He cursed under his breath. “Advise against it, Ciri. Won't get up the mountain pass with the snow. Besides, we don’t have enough supplies to wait out the winter. Have a second choice?”
“I could teleport us, silly.”
“You can barely stand on your feet and you think you have the strength to teleport me and two horses? Clearly, you don’t. Now, where to?” He spurred Roach on and Ciri’s mare followed obediently.
“Yen. Take me to Yen, please. Need to be with my mother.”
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