“Hey, Ciri,” Orion yelled at Ciri, who was fighting her reflection.
“I am busy,” She yelled back.
“I just want to tell you that these reflections don’t know how to parry.” Orion parried Ciri’s attack.
“That is good to know,” Ciri said and teleported behind the reflection, which did not help at all because Orion’s reflection just swung his sword there, and Ciri barely dodged it. Orion parried Ciri’s attack, which knocked her down on the ice. Only a pure force and momentum of Orion’s overhead swing, he cut the reflection in half and broke the ice, where Ciri’s reflection was laying.
“I killed you,” Orion yelled at Ciri.
“Well, I still did not kill you.” Ciri just dogged another strike.
Orion grabbed his crossbow and aimed at his reflection’s head. He released the lever and heard the whistle of the bolt. The bolt went right through the mark, with no damage. Even if Orion wanted to help, he was frozen in place.
“Ciri, you must throw a parry. I know myself too well.” Orion yelled at Ciri.
“I am trying,” Ciri yelled back.
“I overextend a lot because I need space for my powerful swings. Use it.” Orion yelled back.
“Since when you are using a shield?” Ciri asked and pointed her sword at the shield on Orion’s back.
“I only used it for the snow to cover myself. Parry me now, or we will be here forever.” Orion’s voice almost sounded like an order. Ciri looked at Orion’s reflection. Orion was preparing for an overhead strike. Ciri slid her sword right into the man’s weakness and thought vanished. Orion was finally able to move. He approached Ciri. “So, what next?” Orion asked Ciri.
“Second is past/present and future. And afterward, my calling.” Ciri read from the diary.
“Well, but how do we get from this icy place?” Orion though out.
“Well, look down,” Ciri pointed her sword on ice.
Orion looked down and saw a young girl running around in what Orion assumed a palace. Then, it looked like a king approached her, but she started crying and ran away. He saw her running towards the man with two swords. A scene changed. Orion noticed a dummy and a girl was trying to hit it, while other people were watching her. He saw a Geralt of Rivia as he was carrying her, a scene changed, in a forest, picking berries. Again, the scene changed, and he noticed a Ciri jumping from place to place via portals and Eredin chasing her. He saw a bed, Ciri, and some Elf. The scene changed again. This time he saw her standing next to him and then leaving him in front of the wall, and he couldn’t follow her. And then there was black. He looked up and saw Ciri sitting on an ice sheet. He approached her, sat next to her.
“What did you saw? Orion asked Ciri.
“I saw a small house in the mountains. There was a young family with two kids living in that house. One day, father, left the family and never returned. Scene changed. A witcher was standing outside the house, knocking on a door. A lady opened a door. I did not hear what he said to her, but she broke down and started crying. She invited him inside. Scene changed. Two boys were playing around the house. Lady pointed at the two boys, and witcher took them. The scene changed, and I saw two boys growing up and training. That is all”.
“Well, what now,” Orion asked.
“This is it, the final thing, which I only can do. I must leave you now. Good luck, Orion.” Ciri said and stood up.
“Wait, one more thing.” Orion jumped and grabbed her shoulder. Ciri looked on him.
“Look, I know you had a short time knowing us. If you came back, you know where to find us. When I was looking down, apart from the thing that I saw, I saw Geralt sitting on a boat with the black-haired woman. Geralt was said and regretted everything wrong what he did to you. That lady is trying to calm him down. So, if you make it, meet me at the Mons, and we will find them.” Orion said and hugged Ciri.
“I hope that I will see you soon.” Ciri said, “and again, thank you for the sword and for being here.”
“Anytime,” Orion said, and Ciri vanished into the air.
Orion looked down on the ice. “Well, time to get somewhere,” but he noticed a light below the ice. Orion started breaking the ice and melting it with Igni.
Courtyard at the palace of Awakening
Arl was standing above the Xhalth, who was wounded and concussed. Arl’s flail was dripping blood. Xhalth spear was broken into pieces.
“It is over now.” Arl pointed with his shield at the temple, which was in flames.
Xhalth spat on Arl’s feet and started crawling away. “You lost, but I am not going to execute you, because I don’t want your son to be growing up without anyone since you lost your girl at the childbirth and your lady took her own life.” Xhalth turned and looked at Arl.
“How do that?” Xhalth asked Arl.
“Knowledge about your enemy is only a half of victory. I am giving you last chance.” Arl was impatient.
“You win,” Xhalth admitted defeat.
“Khyrmn report,” Arl asked the stone, what he pulled out of his pocket.
“Yes, Arl, the temple is secured. What is happening?” Khyrmn asked Arl.
“Get here as soon as possible,” Arl ordered.
“Understand Commander,” Arl extended his arm to the Xhalth. After a moment of hesitation, Xhalth grabbed it and stood up.
“I am going to teleport you home. You will be banished from this place for exactly 128 years. After that, you will return and meet with me.” Arl offered Xhalth an offer which he could refuse.
“I understand,” Xhalth answered.
Khyrmn approached them.
“Yes, Arl?” he asked.
“Teleport him home,” Arl pointed at Xhalth.
“As you wish,” Khyrmn twisted his staff, and the portal had opened.
“Thank you, Lord,” Xhalth said to the Arl and entered the portal.
The portal closed behind him.
“Time to go to the Throne Room,” Arl said to Khyrmn.
“Order everyone to come to the palace of Awakening. Soldiers, prisoners, and civilians. Transmit this, and we will go.”
“As you wish,” Khyrmn said and broadcasted the message.
“Time to go,” Arl pointed at the door.
Throne Room
Arl, together with Khyrmn, entered the Throne Room. Surprisingly enough, the room was lighted, and the new carpet was on the ground. When they turned the corner, they noticed a Throne. Around him, there were elves preparing things. Vortigern and Warden were standing there looking at everyone. And next to the Warden, she was there. Storm, his fiancée.
Arl stopped with the Khyrmn, and Arl signed at the whole room. “When our worlds collide …”
He heard back this:” We paint our destiny.” Storm turned with fire in her eyes.
As they were approaching each other, both Storm and Arl were singing:” You and I, together we travel between the worlds to find each other again. Together we choose day or night. Together we walk through the Storm to see a tomorrow. Together we keep the fire, and together we have the light. We are destiny.”
When they ended, Storm ended up in Arl’s arms.
“I was supposed to show you our house, but I guess that we upgraded,” Arl said to Storm.
” I know, but we can have both the house and the palace.” She replied.
“You are always right,” Arl said to her.
“I know. Now, the Throne is ready.” She pointed at the Throne.
Arl looked on it and approached it. He turned and sat on it. His presence was felt to everyone outside.
Everyone who outside went inside. In front of the crowd, there were Shani, Star, Darren, and Aldith. When everyone got to the room, Arl stood up. Warden and Vortigern joined the group. Everyone bowed in front of him, expect the witchers, Shani and Vortigern. Codex of the school of bear prohibits witchers from bowing in front of the ordinary men, priests, kings, or higher power, as it is written in Part 2 (No witcher, shall ever bow in front of another man). A small child entered the room. She carried a crown. Simple, yet elegant, a crown was reflecting the light of candles, since there was midnight. She approached the Throne. Arl kneeled. One of the Elders picked the Crown from the girl and put it on Arl’s head.
“Rise, Arl, commander of Death Wing and protector of our World. Now, you shall rule. We know that our previous king wasn’t fair. We hope that you will keep your word and be fair to the people. Now, do you accept this Crown?” Elder asked Arl
“Yes, I do,” Arl replied.
“And now,” Elder turned to the Storm, “Will you marry Arl and help him on his way?”
“Yes, I will,” Storm replied and put her arm on Arl’s shoulder.
“Now, I shall...” Elder was cut halfway through the sentence because a bright light appeared in a room. Everyone covered their eyes. Everyone heard cursing, as something or somebody was falling. Everyone stepped aside when Orion fell through the portal, and a loud bang was heard when he landed on a floor. Orion quickly noticed where he is and stood up.
“Well, you missed all the action, Orion,” Arl said to the Orion.
“As one wise man said, I hate portals. Now I understand him,” Orion replied.
Everyone was just looking at Orion. Orion walked up to the Arl and handed him something. Arl took it, and Orion returned to the group.
“And now, I made a promise to these humans standing here. In one week, I meet you guys at Mons Transire, and I will fulfill my end of the contract.” Arl said to the crowd and pointed at Orion’s group.
“And now let’s celebrate,” Arl said, but he heard a whistle. He turned his head and saw a bolt passing right next to his head. When it passed, a roar was heard, when the bolt hit the masked animal.
The thing fell on the ground. Everyone looked at Orion, who just reloaded his crossbow.
“How did you know that thing was there?” Elder asked Orion.
“You saved my life,” Arl said.
“Don’t mention it, is there any food?” Orion asked.
“Well, outside, there is, so let us all go and celebrate.” Storm showed everyone the way.
Everyone went outside, where food was ready for everyone. Khyrmn opened the door, and everyone entered. And they ate.