The Legend of Yennefer: Chapter 12

Written by - TheFoxBride

“Full circle. Uroboros is biting his own tail.”

Nimue studied the remaining guests who fought off their warm beds in an effort to hear the mage finish her tale. The wine had run dry and eyes were heavy as the host conjured up a conclusion that she knew would make her audience sad, and perhaps even disappointed. But, a story deserves an ending, no matter how bittersweet.

“Along with my apprentice, I studied Rivia Hill and the pogrom that day for weeks on end. Dreams, visions of artists, all that we could muster, and everything led to Triss Merigold being alone on that hill. Merigold’s Hailstorm was unleashed that day, but I would not recommend saying those words outside these walls as it remains illegal to this day. It wasn’t until only recently that I happened to chance upon what occurred after this encounter. Maybe Triss was alone on that hill, but Yennefer was indeed in Rivia that fateful day.”

“We’re too late.” Yennefer dropped to her beaten and bloodied knees as she stared at the pale, motionless witcher. As she searched for signs of life, Geralt suddenly convulsed and spat blood into the air.

Ciri loomed over her with an expressionless face that seemed resigned to fate. “This is what your magic is for? Is this it?”

A rotund dwarf with a husky voice spoke up. “We sent for a medic, but it has been too long.”

Yennefer began to weep, her face contorting into an amalgam of despair and fear. She began to moan and looked up at Ciri.

“There is nothing more pathetic than a sorceress in tears. Pathetic and useless, much like your magic and chaos,” lectured the ashen haired girl. 

The sorceress gripped Geralt’s head tightly in her sinewy fingers. Blue sparks crackled around the witchers head as she muttered an incantation. Everyone around her; Dandelion, Triss, the dwarf, all took a few steps backwards and braced for what might come. Everyone except Ciri, who did not try to stop Yennefer in her feeble quest to save the witcher.

The sparks grew dim, and without warning, Yennefer passed out and dropped beside her lover. 

The air began to chill as a fog creeped in from the nearby lake. Ciri kneeled besides the fallen duo. In a way, they seemed happy, or at least peaceful. “There was a time when I could have saved them. Magic. But, I swore that part of me away and gave it up. There is only one thing left to do.”

The Lady of the Lake softly smiled and took a deep breath. “A great man once said, a story in which the good die, and the bad live, is a poor one. But, this is where our journey ends, and again, like reality it is often disappointing. You can believe the oft repeated legends that they were able to be revived, experience new adventures, perhaps even get married. I suppose that would make for a more pleasing story. I will leave that conclusion to you. For tonight, get some rest, and if you are inclined, we can begin a new journey tomorrow. After all, something ends, and something begins.”

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