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Lifeline Intro

So this is the first part of the Intro for Lifeline. A small summary of this unfinished chapter: Tissaia is dealing with the early loss of her mother, having not yet entered Aritusa to begin her official training in Sorcery. She has innate power that makes her a target.

I will write a better summary as I have more time to work on it.

Her body sailed through the air, her hair falling lose from the bun that held it out of her eyes. Tissaia could feel the freezing wind cut her skin, but she took joy in the pain. It meant she was alive.

            The ground came into focus and Tissaia focused shielding her fall. A bright light materialized under her, cushioning her as the ground met her boots. The force of the fall, although slightly cushioned, still knocked Tissaia off her feet. 

            “TISSAIA, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING” Vesemirs voice boomed though the wind. Looking up Tissaia couldn’t miss the glowing wolf like eyes staring down at her in the early morning light, “Hey Vesemir, you’re up early,”. Tissaia let out a nervous chuckle. Vesemir let out a grunt of frustration. 

            “How many times have I told you not to run the Killer when no one is awake,” Tissaia looked down. “Look Tissaia, I know you can run the Killer, but you need to be safe,” Vesemir held his hand out and Tissaia grabbed it, pulling herself up. 

            “Mum used to run the Killer every day,” she paused, “By herself.” Vesemir pinched his lips together, “Your mum was a special case.” Tissaia looked up, “You can’t keep living your life comparing yourself to her Tissaia, she didn’t want that.” 

            Tissaia kicked the snow around her, “Well I’m not,” she paused, “I just want her to be proud of me.” Vesemir wrapped his arm around Tissaias’ shoulders, “Your mum is proud of you no matter what, even if she can’t be here to cheer you on.” 

            As the pair walked the great doors of the keep came into view and Vesemir stopped walking, “Tissaia, we need to put your eyedrops in.” Closing her eyes Tissaia sighed, “Do I really need to do that Vesemir, it’s not like any of those humans know what her eyes look like.” 

Then Tissaia laughed, “Its blasphemous to look into the eyes of the Mother,” Tissaia continued laughing, “It’s blasphemous for me to look into my own mums eyes, let alone share the same color.” 

            Vesemir knelt, pulling Tissaia to him. He could feel her hot tears sink into his heart, “Your mum wanted you to live freely Tissaia, something she was never able to do.” Tissaia could feel her laughs descend into sobs. “She used to stare into your eyes when you were younger. She would cry tears of joy,” Vesemir raised Tissaias’ head, “Your mum used to say she was thankful at least one of her children received her eyes.” 

            Tissaia looked away, “But didn’t she also say these eyes were a curse?” Vesemir looked away, “Your mum knew what would happen to you if humans ever found out who you were.” Fear crept into Tissaias’ mind; she knew what Vesemir was talking about. 

            The humans were obsessed with the Mother, a goddess of creation, the protector of the continent. If they knew she had a living child they would surely lock her away, Tissaia would be trapped until the day she died. Just like her mother had on her world. 

            The snow gathered around them as Tissaia shed her last tears, “When I enter Aretuza I want to be prepared Vesemir. I want to be the best.” A smirk formed on Vesemirs lips, “And you will be. But to be the best you need to train.” Tissaia began to speak before Vesemir cut her off, “Running the killer before the crack of dawn by yourself does not count.” Tissaia grumbled, “And no you can’t do it just because your mum did it.” 

            The pair resumed their walk into the keep, watching as the sun rose over the mountains painting the snow in a translucent rainbow. “Tissaia, I hope you know that everything your mum and I have done has been to benefit you,” Tissaia leaned into Vesemir's touch, “I know.” 

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Lifeline

So this is the current working title of my project that I have posted two chapters for so far on my blog. I don't know if I will keep this title but it's a placeholder.

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Currently Untitled Project Chapter 2

So this is the second part of the Witcher project I am working on. Again abuse is alluded to but still not graphic. It will be in the next chapter, so it will be tagged there. Italics represent a moment from memories

Tissaia made her way to the heavy wooden doors, “Vesemir, I knew about the abuse. She never spoke about it, but she hid us from him to save us.” Vesemir moved to hold Tissaia’s hand but she bated it away, “I don’t need comfort Vesemir, even the strongest can be abused and used.” 

The air chilled around them, leaving the once warm room freezing. Breath became visible to the naked eye and the two figures in the room stood in silence. The words spoken floated around them. It was hard to admit that someone as powerful as the Mother could have been abused and it was unfathomable to the people of the continent. So to protect them it stayed a secret between the two in the room. 

Adjusting her hood Tissaia moved to leave, “I will write to you on my progress Vesemir, so expect a letter in the weeks to come”. At this point all Vesemir could do was nod. He had resolved himself to knowing that soon the continent would change and that come hell Tissaia would be reunited with her beloved mother. Even if it meant her own death. 

Nodding Vesemir watched Tissaia leave before following her cloaked form out of the fortress. No one around them noticed, his wolves were to busy trying to put the great hall back together after the battle while nursing their wounds. 

“Mother and daughter will be reunited, come hell and death,” whispered Vesemir. “You say anything old man,” came the booming voice of Eskel. Vesemir shook his head, “Only reciting some old forgotten words, nothing of note.” 

Jaskier picked his head up, “Mother and daughter will be reunited come hell and death. While floods and rains of blood pour from the heavens, hell will praise the reunion of beloved mother and daughter. For all will be right between the two with the blessed reunion of most ardent and right mother and daughter,”. 

Everyone stopped working to listen to the mostly unnoticed bard, “Or something like that. It’s an old prophecy told by elves. They believe that the mother had a daughter and that she was left here to watch over and influence the continent when the Mother left after the corruption of humans. So one day they will be reunited and the continent will forever be changed seeing as the gods will have finally abandoned it,”. 

Ciri looked over at Vesemir, “That can’t be true can it Vesemir. The Mother would never abandon the continent. Would she?” 

Never turning from the doors that Tissaia disappeared from Vesemir spoke, “Cintra destroyed any hope the continent had at being redeemed in the eyes of the Mother. I would never claim to know the will of the Mother child and neither should you.” Vesemir stood silent for a moment, “Claiming to know the will of the Mother will not end well,” Vesemir turned around, “Look what happened to Cintra.” He paused for a minute before staring into Ciri’s eyes, “Look what happened to your grandmother.” 

Geralt growled, “That is uncalled for Vesemir.” Geralt and Yennifer now circled their arms around Ciri, supporting her, trying to soothe away her tears. “It is entirely necessary Geralt. You brought this child here and look what she did. She killed your brother and nearly killed us all. Voleth Mier is not gone, she is simply back to where she comes from. This war with Nilfguard will not end until that damned White Flame has what he wants and my best guess is the child.” 

Vesemir’s voice stayed deathly calm through his speech, “Her grandmother got what was coming to her in the end and I doubt the girl has a different fate. Train her if you will, but take her away from here. I will not have the Mothers blessing revoked because a child devoid of her blessing resides under this roof.” 

The hall was silent, with Vesemirs’ anger palpable in the air, “You may stay till the end of the winter, but then if you wish to return the child may not return with you”. 

Geralt moved his small family away from the view of Vesemir, but Jasper stayed behind for a moment. “You weren’t so adverse to Ciri in the beginning. Something has changed.” 

Vesemir eyed the bard warily, “What do you know of the Mother bard? Your kind worships her fanatically.” Jasper let out a small laugh, “You speak as though you know the Mother.” Vesemir stood in silence looking up at the great tree and Jasper stood back gasping. “You do know the Mother. You wouldn’t be so worried about this if you didn’t.” 

Sharply turning Vesemir gripped the bards throat, lifting him off the floor, “If you speak a word of this to anyone, I will kill you bard.” Jasper tried to shake his head, but it was becoming difficult with his air being cut off. Loosening his grip Vesemir allowed the bard to speak, “Well with my life at risk I am obliged to agree, Master Witcher. But if I may ask how do you know the Mother.” 

Dropping him to the ground Vesemir again turned from Jasper to focus on the great tree, “She came here to see how her people were faring. What she was met with killed any hope she had for humans. We met during a bar brawl, she had such power. But she was trying to find a redeemable trait in man.” 

Jaskier stood silent, “But she found none. So she revoked her blessing.” Sinking to the floor Jaskier nearly lost the will to speak, “She saw what Cintra and the kingdoms had done didn’t she.” All Vesemir could do was nod, “So she decided that they no longer deserved her blessing.” 

“Destruction is all man has brought here Vesemir. They have brought everything I have feared for my people.” Vesemir could only stare into her eyes as she spoke. “I admit humans have few redeeming qualities and the good are few and far between, but revoking a blessing will doom them.” 

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Currently Untitled Project

So this is the first time I am posting in years. My old account from high school got deleted so this is my current work. This piece is an excerpt from a longer fanfiction I am writing about Tissaia from the Witcher series. This series focuses on her mostly untouched past and the relationships she has with characters. Some creative license was taken on my part because I am trying to expand on her character. Abuse is alluded to in this portion but is not currently graphic. It will be in later chapters and will be tagged.

side note anything written in italics is a memory. also not fully edited.

“Tissaia, my darling, please come down,” Tissaia looked down at her mother from her perch to see her mother standing in the snow. The last few rays light caught her eyes, causing them to sparkle like multicolored diamonds. “Coming mummy,” Tissaia jumped down, sinking slightly into the snowbank. 

As she landed her mother kneeled to brush away some snow that had collected on her head, “Has my darling girl been sitting up there all day?” Tissaia giggled and shook her head, her mother was always so worried about her. Afraid that something may happen to her, Tissaia relished the attention her mother showered her with. 

“Did you practice at all today?” her mother’s question hung in the air for a moment. Tissaia looked into her eyes, still ensnared by the jewel like quality of the color, and the way they could peer into anyone’s soul to extract the truth, “No mummy,”. With a sigh her mother stood, taking her hand and began to walk toward the keep. 

“Well, I suppose one day of rest will not impede your progress darling,” Tissaia had to look up to see her mother’s lips move. She had once believed her mother to be the tallest person alive until she had meet Vesemir. He was even taller and Tissaia really had to crane her head up to watch him speak. Looking at someone when they spoke was something both Vesemir and her mother taught her, “It allows you to see who is lying,”. Both had told her the same thing, so now she made a point of watching people while they spoke. 

“Ah look who has finally appeared, our resident sneaker,” Vesemirs voice boomed from his place at the gates. Tissaia looked to her mother for permission and her mother gave a nod. “Vesemir, I sat in a tree all day and you’ll never believe what I saw,” Tissaia yelled as she ran to Vesemir, who was now kneeling with his arms out. “Well don’t leave me in suspense sneaker, I want to know everything,” Vesemir caught Tissaia as she launched herself into his arms. 

It was at this point that Tissaia always woke up. The dream was a pleasant one, a happy memory from her childhood. Although she never saw it in the dream, she could recall exactly what she saw when she saw her mother’s face from Vesemir's arms. A look of pure love, one that even a blind person could see. Because of this look, Tissaia never doubted her mother’s love for her.

This love was what made her fight for the Brotherhood, she wanted her mother’s creations to live on. Her love was also what kept her going back to Kaer Morhen, back to Vesemir. The only person left in the world who could understand her pain, Tissaia had lost her mother, and Vesemir had lost his best friend. 

Tissaia raged, smashing every statue of the Mother she could find, “Smashing them won’t bring her back, little one,”. Tears flowed down her cheeks, “He killed her”. Vesemir held her in a crushing embrace, “I want to kill him,”. Tissaia pounded her fists against Vesemirs chest, “I am going to kill him”.

Tissaia looked down from her place in the tree from her childhood, watching the remaining Witchers fight for their lives. All to save a little girl who was destined to die. In her pain she laughed, the little girl would die for her inherent sins. Yennifer would plead for her life, but Tissaia knew, even though she wouldn’t be there to see it.

Voleth Mier would not die tonight like the mortals fighting her wished, she would simply return home to wait for the wild hunt. It was the way of the world. 

But the fight with Voleth Mier was not what she was here to see. She had business within the keep. Tissaia grew bored with watching and descended the mountain. 

Kaer Morhen came into view. Tissaia looked up at the crumbling keep, it appeared grander in her own memories, but she knew that years of a dwindling Witcher population meant that there were few to keep Kaer Morhen in shape. Holding her hands up she whispered, “Open,”. 

The wards fell for a moment, letting her pass undetected. It was not necessary for her presence to be known yet. Instead Tissaia portaled to Vesemirs study. She knew he knew of her presence, very little got past the old Witcher. 

Sometime later Tissaia heard the study door open and shut before the lock slipped into place. “I’d offer you a drink old man, but I fear you know where all the good White Gull is,” Tissaia chuckled from her seat facing the fire. 

“I don’t believe I lit that fire before the fight,” Vesemir sat, staring into the dancing flames. “Handy thing magic, never leave home without it,” Tissaia couldn’t help but laugh. “Your mother used to say that when we were knee deep in snow freezing our asses off, and she would snap her fingers and fire would appear, lasted all night too” Tissaia gazed into the fire as Vesemir spoke. 

“She used to talk about your adventures, said you made her believe that this continent was savable,” Vesemir looked at Tissaia with a sad smile. “Do you think she would still believe this place is savable Vesemir or has it been polluted with mans corruption?” Tissaia could barely keep her rising rage in check. Instead of answering Vesemir stood and walked to a bookcase and pulled out a journal. 

“Your mother created this continent for those hunted by the humans on other worlds, she saw creatures that needed a home and made one,” Vesemir opened the journal and flipped until he came to a page with a drawing. “I had the honor of meeting your mother and becoming her friend. I thought a God would be high and mighty, but she simply wanted to walk amongst her people. She wanted to live,” Vesemir paused, “She wanted you to live, Tissaia,”. 

Tissaia gazed back at the fire, “Well I suppose I am failing her then,”. Vesemir looks at her, “Whatever you choose Tissaia you will not fail or disappoint her,”. Tissaia blinked away tears, “I hope when I see her again, I can thank her,”. Vesemir cast a puzzled look, “Why would you need to thank her?”. 

Tissaia gazed into the fire, “Because she gave me life and for loving me,”. Silence fell over the room, leaving the two occupants to stare at the dancing fire. After some minutes had passed Vesemir spoke, “You do not have to thank you mother Tissaia, loving you came as easily to her as breathing, and her only goal in bringing you here was to keep you safe,”. 

Silence fell over the pair with Tissaia blinking away tears. There was very little left of her mother in this world, apart from statues that humans worshiped. But even then, they never showed her face, always covered in a veil. 

“Humans believe it blasphemous to look upon the face of the Mother,” Vesemir spoke, handing the journal to Tissaia. “Your mother wanted one portrait left in this world for your eyes alone,” Vesemir paused, “A final testament of her love for you,”. 

Looking down at the journal Tissaia saw a portrait, “She asked a more artistically inclined Witcher to paint it,”. Tissaia traced her fingers along the outline of her mother’s face, “She had happy eyes,”. Vesemir placed his hand over Tissaias’, “She had happy eyes because she was holding you,”. Tears fell from Tissaias’ eyes, “One portrait of the Mother, as a mother,”. Tissaia moved her fingers over the portrait to the baby held by her mother, “My mother, who loved me, protected me, and freed me”.

“Your mother only ever wanted to love you. Her only goal bringing you here was to protect you.” Tissaia chuckled, “She hide her children, away from herself so that she couldn’t be a liability or have us used against her��. 

Vesemir looked into the fire, “Your mother once came to me long ago, and all she said was, ‘protect my daughter’”. A laugh escaped his lips, “I never questioned why she needed me to protect you, I never questioned what purpose she had for bringing you here”. Tissaia looked down at her mothers portrait as Vesemir continued to speak, “I never questioned her because I saw the marks and bruises. She never spoke a word about it and she never wanted you to worry about her”. 

It was point of contention for Tissaia and her mother. They had argued before her mother had returned to their world, back to her father. The man who had ultimately killed her. 

Gently closing the diary Tissaia rose from her seat, “Vesemir, I will not ask you to not train the girl, but her future is set in stone. Even if I have to die to keep the humans from destroying this continent I will make sure Cintra never again rises.” 

Vesemir stood and turned from the fire to face Tissaia, “I have no doubt that you will, but Geralt and Yennifer will fight to the death so that girl can reclaim her throne.” Tissaia laughed, “They will bring her to Aritusa to train, it is the safest place for her and untouchable for their enemies. Yennifer will ask for my help in training her, I’ll say yes, and then I can have a bargaining chip to hold over the ever eager heads of the Brotherhood.”

Cold eyes stared into each other, “Use the girl but leave Geralt out of it. Your protege is your business.” Tissaia bowed her head, “As you wish Vesemir. But do not forget what will happen if one of your wolves decides to get in my way.” 

“I may be forgiving but I will kill anyone or thing that stands in my way.” 

Vesemir held his breath for a moment and looked into Tissaia’s eyes, “I have no doubt you will bring this continent to its knees, little one,”. 

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This is so true, the relationship in the book series is unparalleled. While the show does a great job there are some things a book can convey that a show never can due to time constraints.

I've recently delved into the Witcher book series for the first time, and while I absolutely adore Jaskier and Geralt in the television adaptation, I must admit that their friendship reaches unparalleled heights in the books.

It's as if they both have this endearing perspective of each other, constantly thinking, "Behold this feral gremlin man I stumbled upon in the dumpster; I love him."

The genuine adoration between Dandelion and Geralt is an absolute delight to experience while reading. Their dynamic is filled with infectious joy and camaraderie, making it an incredibly enjoyable aspect of the story.

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What are your pronouns?

my gender is someone gave me a bowl of raisin bran and my brother a bowl of cheerios, and I like raisin bran just fine, but if they'd asked what I wanted I might have picked cheerios? But I'm already a couple bites into the raisin bran and it seems like an awful fuss to switch to cheerios now, and while I've heard that some people prefer lucky charms or cinnamon toast crunch, and those do seem super fun...I'm not really willing to put in the effort of explaining my breakfast choices to people who think that everyone should just be eating raisin bran or cheerios and nothing else, especially when I don't really care if I'm eating raisin bran or cinnamon toast crunch or lucky charms or cheerios, though I do think everyone should eat whatever cereal they want without being bothered about it.

She/her's fine.

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