5 Chapter 4: The runaway Witcher and the fallen Maiden (1/2)
-POV Change-
In the shabbier and more wilder side of Mistral, there was a celebration going on. A Witcher Party it was. Cheers, shouts, and laughter of comradery echoed across the snowy skies of Zareth. In the distances of the festival, there was a fight going on the snowy forest behind.
”Haha! I knew girls were weak, but you take it to the next level! Get up already short-stick! This time actually hit me!” Scoffs a young witcher boy as twirls around his wooden sword in a demeaning fashion.
”Oh, I will do more than just hit ya!” Sira stands up on her feet and rushes the boy with her wood sword raised up high.
Renzen slaps his face with disappointment, ”Her form is so wrong in so many levels.” He shakes his head and gulps down wine.
The witcher boy hits away Sira's sword from her awkward positioned hands and then tiger-kicks her on the stomach. She stumbles back, his wooden sword's blade slams her right on the lip. Sira's body falls back on to her buttocks. The boy points his sword at her neck and presses the tip deep into her neck, a bloody dot-mark is slightly formed in her pale skin, ”Tch. I knew this was a waste of my time. When do I get to fight you Renzen? I am already bored with this half-blood bitch.”
”That is enough Seron!” Renzen snatched away his weapon.
Sira spits out blood onto the snow and looks at Seron with rage in her silver eyes.
He doesn't even acknowledge her stare.
”Are you alright Sira?” Renzen puts out his hands for her to take.
”I am going to kill that boy one day! I swear my life on it!” She clinches the snow and throws a snowball at Seron.
”I hate ya!” She cries out as she points at the boy witcher.
He flicks the finger without a care in the world and walks away.
”Gaaah!” Sira growls, out of anger she pulls out Renzen's onyx great-sword from his sheath and unleashes her chaos magic. A swarm of dark mana swirls around Renzen's sword blade.
”Stop Sira! Violence is not the answer. It never will be.” Renzen holds her back from doing something dangerous.
”I hope a beast slaughters ya!” She yells out with tears overflowing her eyes.
”Tell me master...How did I lose!?” Her sadden eyes averted their attention to Renzen. She waited for an answer.
”For starters, you weren't holding your sword up correctly. Holding up your sword that high in the air is something only newbie adventures do. Your sparring stance was poor too. I thought I had taught you better than that. You also let your emotions take control of you.” He swiftly took back his great-sword from Sira and sheathed it near his leather belt buckle.
”Fo-forget this! I will prove everyone wrong!” Sira angrily storms away and pushes aside a crowd of celebrating Witchers and townspeople out of her way. She wipes away her tears as she begins to run faster.
”No one believes in me! I am always put down! I am tired of being weak! I have to get stronger alone. I am going down to the Mistral Guild and taking any mission I find!” Sira angrily thought to herself. A fire was burning deep in her silver eyes. But she still felt bad about leaving Renzen behind. After all, he was the one who cared for, after her parents had sold her away. Her past memories crept in on her, an older royal man with grey hair was holding a white wedding dress for her to wear. She slapped it away and begins crying out for anyone to save her from the hell she was in.
”No… I can't go back. I can't back to no-one.I… I am sorry Renzen. My only true father.” Sira looked back at his wooden cabin which brought her memories of the good times. She so badly wanted it to last, but she knew if she wanted to be stronger then she would have to leave it all behind. She wanted to be the best Witcher ever in Mistral, and she was fed up with Renzen babying her. Its time she grew up. She wipes away her tears and runs away into the town of Mistral.
About a couple steps away was a rather secluded brick building with mana light-bulbs flickering on and off from the rooftops.
”This should be it,” Sira gingerly knocks at the door. Nobody answers, not a single sound was heard from inside the brick building.
”Um hello?” She knocks again. She breaks one of her fingernails by knocking too hard, ”Oh drats! Bah not like it even matters. What boy do I have to impress now?” She smirks and places her hands on her waist in a confident manner. Citizens passed by her and thought Sira looked crazier than a beast standing in the middle of the streets. The Mistral Guild had indeed vanished.
”What a darn minute! Wasn't tha guild building right here!” She points ahead and sees a whorehouse, instead of the Mistral Guild. A line of naked girls with busty breast and fat-asses were seductively dancing against the glass windows of what was once the hidden guild.
”Oh my god! Do ya girls have no shame!?” Sira covered her eyes as she blushes. She was somewhat embarrassed but fascinated by how beautiful the women looked. She really admired the female body.
”Well now... I should be going. It looks like some kind of sorcery is keeping me away from the guild! Must be a Portal Guild. All I need to do is stand at the same spot and wait for the guild to appear again.” She flicks her noise, at her brilliant plan.
Thus, it quickly became nightfall and she had been standing out in the fidget cold for hours. Her eyes became droopy as she smacked her cheeks to wake up.
”Um excuse me, young lady, aren't you a little bit too young to be going into such a building.” Asked a busty and seductive looking redhead girl dressed in a tight black laced leather dress with red fishnets around her thick juicy thighs.
”Goddammit! It's still a whorehouse!” Sira kicked a nearby trash can.
”You dare call this wonderful guild a whorehouse? Trust me it is not like your mother, who spread opens her fat twat for all the cocks in the world to see.” Says a short man with dirty unkempt hazel hair, he also had a poorly shaven beard.
”Excuse me!?” Sira snarled as she clenched her fists.
”You heard what I said. Are you coming in or not?” The short man placed his guild dog-tag against the guilds entrance doors. The door scanned his adventures dog-tag by using a micro-mana laserbeam and then the door opened wide.
”Ya dirty imp! Do want me to cut ya tongue off!?” Sira snarled as she angrily stomped on the snowy ground.
”Not really. I need it for your mother. Hurry and follow me, I am feeling kind of generous today.” The man walked into the guild building without looking back.
”How dare ya! Apologize at once! That is no way to talk to a lady! Dirty Imp!” Sira unsheathes her silver rapier and pointed the blade-tip at the little man's neck.
”Hmph, you have a pretty decent kill strike, for an amateur. And yes I am a fucking imp, what fucking gave it away. My generosity is slowly wearing off like my high. This your last chance.” The imp took a drag from his blunt of magical dust and kept the door open with one boot.
”Uh-ah whatever.” Sira sheathes back her rapier and went towards the door.
”Wait. Where do you think you're going? Cough it up, little lady.” He flips his palms up and down.
”I am not a little lady! And cough up what?” She huffed.
”I know you have a core shard. Hand it over and I will let you in.” He winked while throwing away his blunt.
Sira, held on to her necklace, below it was a glowing purplish crystal shard, ”I will never hand this over.” She hissed.
The imp grinned as he looks at his pocket watch and says, ”Oh well. The next portal shift begins… hmm... right about…now actually!”
”Ugh!Fine! take this instead!” She throws a bag filled with low-level mana crystals and coins.
”Why thank you. Beautiful young lady,” He bows and loosens his foot. The door slams shut in front of Sira's face.
”Whoops. Lost my footing. Haha.” The imp chuckled as he looks at his newly obtain prizes. A sword blade pokes right through the wooden door. ”Ya' better let me in. Or else.” Sira's madden leopard eyes squinted through the hole of the door.
”Jeez, I was just joking… You should relax once in a while. Bitcher.” He smirked as he opened the door. Sira slammed opened the door and walked in with sass. ”Woah this place is huge.” She muttered to herself. There were rows of giant golden pillars that had ancient glowing symbols around them. Near each pillar was gemstone statues of different kinds of a beast from Zareth.
”Like it? Young witcher? This is my favorite guild in all of Zareth” said the imp as he merrily strolls around and opens his hands wide to showcase the wonderful scenery.
”How do ya know I was a witcher?” Her eyebrow's perked up as she entered the guild.
”I know inexperience one when I see one. You, my friend, are quite unredeemable. Short blade, short body, and short-tempered-”
”Ya have a death wish don't ya little fella? Well, my list is always open.” Sira takes out a book riddle with inked names. The first was Seron's name which was marked with an array of 'kill this bastard' ink.
”Yeah, how cute tiny tits, Hey Rogon can you kindly buy me a drink?” The imp sat on a metal chair and his friends back in a playful manner.
”After I fuck your sister.” Rogon was ripping apart a whole chicken with his bulky hands, his messy red- ash hair and beard were dirtier than sin.
”Ah, such a good friend. Is that how you talk to Landus the great? Of house-”
”Of house cocksuckers.” Rogon chuckled as he burped and read from his dusty grimoire.
”You know you can't read.” Winked Landus.
”Yes I can!” The pyromancer released a scourge of flames from his palms and eyes.
”Trust me. You don't want to harm someone from the house Vulcan, the wealthiest and the strongest house of all Zareth. Ruled by a God Dragon King who has two iron-thrones for himself.”