The Last Knight -Geralt Of Rivia [ON HOLD]

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It was early morning when I was called to the oracle's chamber with mother, "You'll leave within a fortnight Kenric," Agnes mumbled through hums.

"A fortnight?" Mother exclaimed, "so soon?"

I wasn't sure how to feel, my mind ran blank, "It's alright mother," I attempted to console her, "if this is what was meant to happen." I paused, my mouth had run dry. This wasn't meant to happen, this is not what the original prophecy told.

"It is," Agnes sat straighter, out of the trance she was in, it halted my thoughts, and I figured she would have a different reaction. "If this is how it must be, why not rejoice your majesty? Celebrate that his highness is not only able to know his destiny, but achieve it as well? That's something not everyone can say," She shrugged.

Mother's eyes were stuck on the floor even as she first raised her head, taking in what was happening. Her eyes finally shifted to Agnes, then they looked at me. Mothers brown eyes were looking into mine, similar to how she did when I was a boy. Her face contorted slightly in pain, but it settled as fast as it came, "you are very right." She breathed deeply and her usual energy and posture returned, removing whatever she was feeling, "I'll have to put preparations together for a celebration to see you off." She raised her hand into a wave and the knights opened the door, and she was gone.

I was stunned, "I should've become a politician," Agnes said from her seat.

I blinked away the feeling forming in my chest, "why do you say that?"

"I'm very adept at lip service," she smiled a toothy grin, I felt my eyebrows furrow, "don't give me that look." She laughed heartily.

I shook my head, "I'm unsettled."

Agnes reached for her food on a separate table, "why?"

"You know why."

"Don't be afraid of things that you and I can't control," She looked me over, "but that answer won't suffice will it?" She sighed standing up in front of me.

Agnes's eyes met mine as she put her hands on my shoulders, "I can't give you a better answer right now. But know that destiny is a wicked temptress, do not let her control you, things can affect many things, a type of butterfly effect if you will. Trying to control and change it yourself will make her snap at you."

"That makes no sense, 'things can affect many things,' are you illiterate?"

Agnes laughed, "you'll come to know what it means I suppose, now your mother and father will need to speak to you soon, be off."

As I was shooed off I had only one thought in mind, something is changing, whether with just me or the entire continent. Uneasiness settled again in my stomach.

That was half a year ago, my eyes were unfocused as I reminisced in the corner of a tavern, who knew being a supposed hero would be so uneventful, I stared into the bottom of the silver cup in front of me.

"Hello?" A voice seemed to stick out from the rest, he cleared his throat, "excuse me, sir."

I looked up, and he was speaking to me, "yes?" I said.

He seemed to straighten up, "Is there any chance that you are Sir Kenric?"

Should I tell the truth? This thought lingered in my head as I spoke, "why?"

"My name is Malik Vestor," he bowed, "the king of Temeria would like to enlist your help."

"Lord Foltest? Why would he need my help specifically?"

"Well, his highness is more interested in," he leaned in, "another royal to help handle the problem. Since you would know how to handle it if more social things were to become a problem." Malik pulled back.