Just a Witcher 3 fanfic

Reunion

Arivan: A young ashen haired woman. Kinda looks like Geralt

Man: Did she have green eyes and a scar?

Geralt: Yes

Man: Oh... I'm dreadfully sorry

Arivan: Um... Sorry about what?

Man: The lass is cold. Her spirit's left her

Geralt: Wait... You mean...?

Man: Aye... The lass is dead

(Geralt and Arivan both look at each other before they slowly push the door to the hut open, and they find the grown up Ciri's body laying on a bed)

(This hits Geralt and Arivan like a brick wall. Arivan cups his hands over his mouth, and Geralt puts both his hands on top of his head)

(Geralt sits down in a chair next to the bed, and can't do anything but stare off into space, realizing his whole journey to find her was for nothing)

(Arivan rolls Ciri's body onto her back, and sees her lifeless face)

Arivan: Ciri... I'm sorry... I-... We tried to find you. We tried so hard... I can only hope you rest easily

(Geralt gets up and places his hand on Ciri's shoulder)

Geralt: I wasn't there for you. And it cost us all too much... If I hadn't left... This is all my fault. I hope you can find it in you to forgive me

(Geralt holds his head in his hands in anguish as he walks out of the hut)

(Arivan brushes a strand of hair out of Ciri's face)

Arivan: We didn't even get to say goodbye... And... I know we were just kids when I said it, but... I meant it when I said you're the only woman I'll ever truly love

(Arivan's feelings finally break through his emotionless state, and he exhales heavily as tears fall out of his eyes, for the very first time in his life)

(Geralt and Arivan both go to leave the hut, but the tears from Arivan on Ciri's body start to glow, and then Ciri starts to glow where the tears fell)

(Geralt and Arivan both look back in confusion as a blinding light shines throughout the hut)

(But then they see Ciri standing there before them, very much alive)

Ciri: Geralt? Arivan?

Geralt/Arivan: CIRI!

(Geralt, Arivan, and Ciri all rush towards each other and embrace in a three way hug)

(After they break the hug, Geralt, Arivan, and Ciri all sit down by the fire to tell their stories)

Geralt: I guess not all of Vesemir's teachings faded into oblivion

Ciri: A witcher can forget to eat, or drink, or breathe, even. But a witcher never ever forgets to care for his blade

Arivan: Yeah, he used to repeat that all the time. He never tired of doing it either

Ciri: What creature was it?

Geralt: Huh? Creature?

Ciri: The one that gave you the scar over your left eye. It's new. I don't remember it

Geralt: Souvenir from the cockatrice of spalla. Another addition to the collection, nothing special. Yours has healed beautifully though

Ciri: Avallac'h, he prepared some special ointments for me. But that was before the curse gripped him. I wonder where he is now