Geralt took on a hunt in some woods that he knew very well, when he was a young boy he used to run around these woods with a girl, in secret of course. The only fond memories that Geralt had were with her. One night, Geralt heard a rumor in a tavern, a young girl matching her description was found murdered, Geralt looked everywhere for months for any trace of her, hoping that it was just a coincidence, he could not find her.

It was years later now, memories kept flooding back into his mind as he walked through the very woods where they used to run so free. Geralt was walking for what was probably hours, he was about to stop and rest when something dropped on him, a large rock, Geralt was ready to fight when he looked up and saw the eyes that he burned into his memories, she was leaning against the first branch of a great oak tree, looking at him.

"Witch of Rivia..." Geralt managed to choke out after a long silence

*Witcher of Rivia." She responds, dropping down in front of him, she was taller now, more of a woman the Geralt remembered.