It had been a few days since Geralt had stumbled across the splintered bridge and you had brought him into your village. Not everybody had welcomed the famed witcher with open arms, but he had proven himself useful during his recovery and even the sternest of grandmas had grown to like him.

"Geralt!" You called over as he gripped his wooden sword tightly and clashed it against the splintered blades of the army of children. He fell to the ground as they sliced and stabbed the blunt edges against his jerkin, he keeled over and groaned.

"You win, I yield." The children cheered as he brushed the dust from his armour and propped himself up. "You guys are improving every day, keep practicing and maybe one day you will grow up to be the finest swordsmen." The children scarpered away, their battle-cry echoing through the village as they ran.

"What can I do for you?" He asked, tossing the wooden sword into the barrel from which it came.

"I'm glad that you're feeling better, but we need to talk about the... situation in the forest. We can't just ignore it and hope that it goes away by itself. I have spoken to the elders and we have a small pot of coins put together to-"

"You saved my life, y/n. You and the people of this village are owed a great debt, a debt I will be paying tomorrow night. Don't tell anybody, especially the children but I will be gone by the time morning comes around. I can not thank everybody enough and along with slaying the beasts that attack your village I've left a small bag of coins to get some extra supplies in for the winter."

"Geralt I... I want to come with you." He scoffed.

"There is no need, it is too much danger involved, you stay here and tell the guards to be extra vigilant." He glared at you as you looked back in silence. "You can protest it all you want, you aren't coming."

"You don't get a choice Geralt. When I found you, you were moments away from death from fighting the very same beast you are going to hunt tomorrow."

"I will be more prepared this time, it won't be able to hurt me." He wandered into the small house he temporarily called home and began packing up his belongings, you placed a soft hand on his and begged him to stop.

"Let me come... I can help." He ran his hands through his sleek silver hair and let out a deep exhale of frustration.

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Written by Aaron.