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[FALKA'S POV]One year. It's been a year sister my little sister's boyfriend found any evidence of Geralt Rivia, cause my heart to swell with pleasant emotions that over took my very being. As for my parents, Caroline and Klaus Mikaelson, they understood my quest in finding him. It was only yesterday when I found a sketch that portrayed his very likeness, and at the same time, not. I saw the jaw muscles, those intense eyes which sent flames burning throughtout my body as I clutched the sketch close to my chest. Only, his hair wasn't the pale white color I've grown used to. Nor were his eyes golden in color. Instead, a deep shade of blue that reminded me of the ocean.It was how I found myself late at night, finger tips lightly tracing each tiny detail. Wanting his face firmly planted within my mind. In the softest of whispers, I said, "I'm coming Geralt, soon, you'll be back at my side."A soft rap to my bedroom, and I buried the picture under my pillow. Clearing my throat, I called. "Come in!"[HOPE'S POV]"I hoped I might find you awake." I say to Falka. Prissim in hand as I left the door cracked a smide behind me. "I have something for you.""What is it?" She asked, slowly rising up from where she laid in her bed. Her blonde hair, all ruffled due to the pillow she rested her head on."This is a prism. It'll help conjure up a- well, its hard to explain, but if you picture Geralt, you'll get a mental, magical fake version of him." I Say, tossing her the prissim which she caught easily enough. She held the thing in her hands, turning it over a couple of times before placing her focus where it belonged.Her eyes closed. The prissim began to glow, and then, I heard the faint growl of a mans voice from behind me. "Hello, Cirilla."I made a point to slowly turning on my heal, a shiver of fear rolling down my spine as I took in the long white hair and golden eyes that reminded me much of our dad when he got pissed off to the extremes. I exclaimed, "he's yours?""Mine." Falka remarked in cool conviction. But her posture, was anything but. While she did a splendid job in hiding emotions, from the slight tremble of her bottom lip, I knew my dear older sister was on the brink of tears. "Thank you Hope, you have gifted me with something I shall never be able to repay."
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[GERALT'S POV]Cold. Is the first thing I was aware of upon waking. The sun was setting on the horizon as I rolled off my cot and gained a footing. The nap doing nothing for my piece of mind. My questions had been met with more questions. No one knew how to help me reach Cirilla. The dreams that haunted me, became more vivid with the nights that past. I knew she was out there waiting for me to find her. The longer I went without her, the more frustrated I've become.I half recognized myself in the mirror. My white hair growing matted from lack of proper care. My beard, turning long and thick due to lack of shave. I feared, if I didn't find Cirilla soon. I'd become a monster.But then, how would I know if I hadn't become a monster already. Cirilla. My precious Cirilla, I hope you know I haven't stopped, I won't stop till we've reunited with one another.
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Bad New Everyone!!!! So I've been trying my hardest to get back to this fan fic and have instead to come up with nothing. I may later try and use this plotline for an original work, but right now, all bets are off.I do apologize. But if it does end up as a original work, it'll likely end up on my inkitt account. Thank you, and have a wonderful night.