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Third Person POV
Kaer Morhen.
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“Hope you’ll keep your word...” Vesemir said in a demanding tone, while the blood-red-haired sorceress didn’t even look at him, keeping her eyes fixed directly on the girl lying in the bed.
“She is...”
Platinum blonde hair was the hallmark of a single family on the continent, a characteristic of the family of Cintra, and now, there was a girl with platinum hair, the age of the missing princess.
But the face wasn’t as all the kings had described in the order when her image was spread across the land. There was no scar, and her face was quite different from what everyone was searching for.
“She is who you think she is,” Vesemir spoke in a serious tone, still distrustful of the sorceress, for he didn’t know her and had only brought her there because of Geralt’s trust in her.
“She’s different from what the kings were looking for...” she murmured.
“As far as I know, her appearance was altered so she wouldn’t be identified, but the hair is sothing that gives away her true appearance. Though, it can be dyed if we want to hide her,” Vesemir said, now with no reason to conceal it.
“...”
Triss didn’t respond imdiately. Her gaze drifted to the rest of the room, where there was an extra bed, identical to Ciri’s. The beds were surprisingly good and decorated—far more than a Witcher could offer a guest or even themselves... She doubted she had a bed like that in any of her hideouts.
“So... they’re here.”
It couldn’t be made any clearer what that ant—the entire continent searching for two children, who in the end, had sought refuge in a school of witchers in the north of the continent.
“You said you would keep your word,” Vesemir emphasized once again.
“Yes... but...” She seed hesitant. She had been searching for them along with all the other mages, without finding an answer. It was strange that she had finally found them. She felt pressured not to pass this information on to anyone.
How much power could she gain if she delivered this information? How many favors would the kings grant her? That thought crossed her mind, to the point that she was a little tempted.
Yennefer, in Triss’s mind, would do it like any other sorceress.
Vesemir seed to see the woman’s internal conflict and appeared to be preparing to give a signal depending on her response. The atmosphere grew tense with Ciri there, unaware of what was happening as she remained in her coma.
“Yes... I’ll keep it.”
In the end, Triss spoke those words, making Vesemir loosen his hands.
“Geralt needs you to help her... she’s having magical outbursts... The last one was the worst she’s had in a year,” Vesemir spoke in a calr tone.
“So she’s a source...” Triss murmured, turning her gaze back to the girl, touching her forehead before looking back at the old witcher.
“What forms does her magic take?” she asked.
“She’s been showing seer abilities. When she loses control, she starts making various prophecies, like the death of so of us and other confusing things...” he comnted, but hadn’t finished, sighing at the last part.
“She also has teleportation abilities—sothing she learned from the other boy. I don’t know how, since he doesn’t use magic. And she has other strange prediction abilities. Her body is also much stronger than a girl her age should have. She seems to be adapting to the training—it’s surprisingly bizarre...” Vesemir said.
“Wait, you’re saying she can use magic and can even control it to so degree?! Who’s teaching her that?” Triss murmured in surprise.
How many decades had she spent studying at Aretuza alongside her sisters just to begin to shape magic... and now, this girl was performing magic at 16—it was a little surprising, despite only hearing it from the witcher and not seeing it firsthand.
But this made Triss think that, since Ciri was a princess with magical potential, her grandmother might have seen it in her and imdiately requested her training. After all, there was a druid in her court—they could have started training her. Even so, it was still quite impressive that she had learned magic like this.
“Yes, but I don’t think she learned it from childhood. It was training with another boy who taught her and forced her to use her magic. After a year of that, she started awakening her abilities and had a massive magical outburst,” Vesemir sighed, rembering how difficult it had been to keep that a secret.
It was only Madara who had managed to restrain her... so that no one outside the castle would know about her or sense the uncontrolled magic coming from there. After all, unlike Madara, who used an energy undetectable by mages and sorceresses, all those chaos explosions could be felt for miles around.
Vesemir still rembered the strange barrier Madara created to prevent Ciri’s magic from being detected externally. It had been an imnsely powerful surge. He would never forget that blue energy the boy summoned, surrounding the girl with himself inside, while she exploded with green magic. The blue skeleton managed to contain all the force that made the very castle tremble from the impact.
In that mont, Vesemir realized that perhaps the exaggerated stories about the war the boy had fought were not lies.
“It’s incredible...” Triss murmured, still dazed and impressed by all of it.
She checked on the girl one last ti, now using magic. Vesemir remained silent as she perford her diagnostic spell.
“She’s fine. You’ve been taking care of her, from what I can tell...” Triss comnted, pausing before continuing.
“It won’t take long for her to wake up. Maybe within a day or two, she’ll be conscious.” That was Triss’s response, as she then turned her gaze back to Vesemir.
“I am committed to taking care of her. I will keep my word.” She reinforced this, deciding that she would not betray Geralt for political power on the continent... not knowing that this decision could cause another war. After all, Madara could turn against the North now that he held so much power.
“Good. I’ll leave her with you, then.” Vesemir nodded, satisfied, placing his faith in Geralt’s decision to bring this sorceress here.
“But before that, let ask another question...?” Triss asked.
She looked at him, following his gaze to the empty bed in the corner of the room.
“The boy... Madara. Where is he?” she asked. “He went with Geralt too, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” Vesemir crossed his arms, confirming. “The King of Kaedwen launched an attack a few nights ago, sending a group of his soldiers. After fighting them all off, we discovered they were claiming there were witchers from our school in the king’s dungeon. Madara and Geralt went to the capital. They’re going to deal with the situation with the king.”
Triss fell silent, absorbing those words for a mont. She realized that things were getting tense, and she couldn’t imagine the chaos that would unfold if the King of Kaedwen was attacked.
After all, the continent’s kings feared that Madara would return to destroy them. That was why there was widespread fear and a relentless search to find his whereabouts over the past two years.
Triss shivered slightly. She couldn’t imagine what might happen in that city, the capital. But, for now, she pushed that thought aside and turned her gaze back to the sleeping girl, trusting that Geralt wouldn’t let anything bad happen. After all, she didn’t know Madara well, and everything she had heard described him as a demon in this world—despite Yennefer telling her that he wasn’t like that and was simply waiting for his return from the other continent.
And, just as she had said, two days had passed since that conversation, with Triss settling into the castle.
Ciri finally moved her eyelids while lying in her bed, blinking a few tis until her eyes began to open. Her vision was a bit blurry, and her body felt tired. She looked up at the ceiling of the room.
“What happened?” she murmured as she tried to get up.
However, her body, weakened from more than a week in a coma, could not endure the effort. Her strength failed, and she fell back onto the pillow, dazed. A sharp headache took over her at that mont, making her bring her hands to her forehead, letting out a sigh of pain.
“Madara...”
She didn’t fail to call his na, hoping he was nearby.
No response ca. Only the sound of the cold mountain wind entering through the room’s window.
That was when she heard footsteps approaching the door. She imagined it was Geralt checking on her, and the girl hoped to find answers about what had happened. After all, the last thing she rembered was that, just a mont ago, she had been on her way to the castle with Madara, Geralt, and Vesemir.
But, to her surprise, it was a woman with red hair, dressed in finely crafted clothes, who appeared. A modest neckline left part of her chest exposed, in a natural elegance.
Ciri’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. At the sa ti, she narrowed her gaze, suspicious.
“Who are you?” she asked imdiately.
The sorceress observed her in silence for a mont before answering.
“My na is Triss rigold. I ca here at Geralt’s request to help you.”
The woman introduced herself, approaching slowly.
“And you must be young Cirilla... a little different from what I had initially imagined of the princess of Cintra,” Triss murmured the last part as she stepped even closer.
Ciri kept her cautious gaze fixed on the stranger, especially when she spoke her na and identity. No one was supposed to know about that, at least not at first.
“You ca to help ?”
She didn’t fail to murmur, rembering that Geralt had ntioned this Triss to Vesemir, before questioning:
“Where is Geralt? And Madara?”
“They left. Unfortunately, before I even arrived here, they had already departed,” Triss replied calmly.
“What?! They left? When?”
Ciri raised her voice a little, showing concern.
“A few days ago, almost a week. They went south, to _____,” Triss explained.
“Why did they do that?”
Ciri questioned, her voice now filled with anxiety.
“There were so problems here. The castle was attacked.”
Those words made Ciri’s eyes widen even more, and Triss continued before the girl could ask the obvious question.
“Vesemir said that the King of Kaedwen tried to seize Kaer Morhen while you were in a coma. And perhaps the king has a prisoner from the school among them—Lambert, Eskel, and Coen... maybe more than one. That’s why they left,” she explained.
“The King of Kaedwen...”
Ciri murmured, a bit lost in her thoughts.
She adjusted herself with difficulty on the bed. Triss, anwhile, ca and sat beside the girl, who was still eyeing the stranger with caution. There was no one else here besides Vesemir, and Ciri was assessing whether this woman was truly trustworthy or not. After all, she knew that many would try to harm her.
“I know it may be a surprise and that you’re upset that they left while you were in a coma,” Triss said in a gentle tone.
“But I believe they’re only trying to keep you safe... and help their friends.”
She chose her words carefully, trying to comfort her. After all, she was here to help the girl, and, in a way, she could already perceive how the young one thought, even if the situation sounded a little cliché.
Ciri remained silent, thoughtful, as she looked at her hands for a mont, saying nothing.
“But you are not alone.”
Triss gave a slight smile as she spoke again.
“I’m here to help you. I’ve heard that you have great abilities, and I would love to see them. Maybe I can help you improve them. I heard you’ve been training with your friend for a long ti, but he has always been a greater force. However... how about we surprise him while we train here? When he returns, you’ll be able to show him even stronger magic. I’m a sorceress, and I could certainly help you with that.”
The sorceress’s words made Ciri widen her eyes and slightly open her mouth. For the first ti, she seed to truly see that woman as soone who could teach her sothing.
“You think I can do that?” she asked, sounding less upset than before.
Obviously, her initial reaction upon hearing that Madara and the others had left was frustration, but she trusted that he would do whatever it took to co out well from the situation. Besides, she knew he would return soon. That sense of security made her look at Triss now with genuine interest.
“Of course you can!”
Triss responded enthusiastically, capturing the young girl’s attention.
“You’ve already surprised just with the stories about your abilities. In less than a year since you awakened, you’ve done things that few can achieve. I promise to help you beco even stronger. If you learned all this in a year, I’m sure you can surprise anyone in just a few months!”
Ciri listened to that with eyes sparkling with excitent. Her mind began to imagine the idea of becoming more powerful and proving to Madara that she was strong.
She had always wanted to surpass herself. It was no wonder that, even being trained by Madara, she insisted on going through training even more intense than those the witchers imposed on her.
“I want to!”
Ciri said imdiately, determined.
Triss opened an even wider smile upon hearing the girl’s response.
“Of course!” the sorceress replied, pleased.
“I’m sure we’ll get along very well, Ciri. You can just call Triss. I’m sure we’ll beco great friends.”
She spoke kindly, extending her hand to the young girl, who shook it firmly.
-------------Nexts Chapters ----------------
Chapter 182 - Plans for the King of Kaedwen.
Chapter 187 - Dealing with King Henselt 01.
Chapter 197 - An Investnt for the Future.
Chapter 206 - Exploring Val Drahzûn 01.
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