"The preparation doesn't work."
"There's too much heat"
"Why can't they explain the recipe for the potion clearly, you old fools!" cursed Triss to the ancient magi who take care of making the potion
Triss rubbed her head in frustration at not having succeeded in creating the potion, then the door opened, Triss redirected her gaze to the door to see Geralt with a bowl of food.
"Eat and rest, you've been in the lab for several days."
"No, I can't sleep."
"Triss"
"NO" Triss clacks his hands on the table, dropping the potions.
"Geralt, you can't understand if I miss something, Aiden could die!"
"When I saw him fail the test, I was destroyed!"
"Geralt, I started seeing Aiden as my child."
Geralt placed the bowl on the table and approached Triss and tightened it.
"Triss, all I can tell you is that Aiden totally trusts you and I totally trust you."
"You won't fail, because I know you, you're another potion expert like you said, you consider Aiden your child, so I know you will."
"You really think I can do this."
"I didn't want to get attached, but for the first time, I can see in Aiden a family, the child I always wanted."
"I know Triss, you're an amazing mother and Aiden knows that's why he doesn't hesitate to trust you."
"Stay a while"
"Anything you want,"
Triss cried for a few moments before getting up and leaning over to kiss Geralt before saying.
"Thank you for giving me the courage, go ahead, I must work in silence"
Geralt left the bowl of food on the table, and when he left he heard Triss.
"Thank you Geralt for being there for me, I love you"
Surprised by the words, especially of Triss who was shy during their first contact, Geralt smiled and said.
"I love you too, Triss," before leaving the young woman in embarrassment
Triss approached the table and began to mix the ingredients.
Triss takes the icy roses and crushes them by making a kind of pate then taken with gloves, the Wyvern gland and drains a few drops on the mixture
"Now for the fire."
Igniting with its magic, a flame in the direction of what serves as a motionless stove then poured the mixture into the still, pressing a button, it began to spin, concentrating an almost incredible control in the flame, because throughout the process the flame should not decrease or increase what is the most difficult preparation time.
Putting all her focus, she waited.
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[Left]
[Right foot then attack]
[90° rotation, then attacks in arm direction]
"Finish"
I approached the barrel and dipped my head to cool down. Pulling my head back, I noticed Vesemir approaching me.
"I see you're practicing."
"Yeah, it helps me relax."
Sitting on a bench, looking at me.
"You know you look like Geralt in these moments."
"Is that true?"
Taking a towel, I pour oil on the towel, then sit next to Vesemir and begin to maintain my sword.
"Yes, you see, every time Geralt hesitated or had no head, he took a sword and trained, he always said that it calmed him down"
"Mmh"
"I see you're distracted."
I looked up at Vesemir.
"Sorry, Vesemir, but I'm not in the mood."
"Is it because of the ordeal?"
"Yes."
"You young people really complicate your life for nothing"
I stopped cleaning my sword and got up annoyed
"Yes, our young people are like that, excuse me Vesémir, I will reflect in my corner on your wise words"
But Vesemir's voice made me stop.
"Come back, Aiden."
As I turned around, I saw Vesemir take a wooden sword and throw it at me.
"What are you doing?"
"You can't say, a little training."
"Vesemir, I am really..."
"Before you finished your sentence, it was an order."
Planting my sword in the ground, I took the wooden sword and stood before Vesemir.
"Let's see if Geralt trained you right."
Putting us in position, I saw an opening, plunging my sword to the side, but as I thought it was going to pass, Vesemir disarmed me and took my hand behind my back before launching me with his foot on the ground.
"You don't teach an old monkey to make faces."
"Very funny."
Back in position, much more concentrated, I spotted an opening and ended up landing on the ground
"Go, she is, or the passion of youth"
When I got up, I started fighting again, and it followed all day with me on the field 90% of the time.
"Mm, it seems like it's night, when you're done catching your breath, come to the dining room."
Vesemir put down his wooden sword and went towards the hall.
"Vesemir!"
Vesemir turned to me.
"Thank you, I needed it."
"I don't mind kicking ass once in a while."
Still on the ground, and all alone, I watched the stars with the cold evening wind blowing on my skin.
Perhaps Vesemir had sensed it, but I was stressed; The fact that the trial of herbs is coming, and I am going to have terrible suffering, the stress of not succeeding and therefore making others sad, stressing that there is indeed something in preparation and that I really have a destiny in this world
Raising my hand to the stars, I whisper
"Did I come to this world because it was my destiny, or is it luck?"
"Aiden, come quickly or Ciri will eat everything"
"I AM COMING."
Waking from the thought, I walked towards the room.
"I hope Ciri didn't eat all the deer" thinking of that thought, of my intervention.
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"Ciri, I hope you left me a deer"
"Of course, I can't eat everything, you know that!"
Arriving in the dining room, I saw that Geralt was making dinner and that the others were at the table, moving towards the table taking the pitcher of water in the passage, I sat next to Ciri.
"Where is Triss?"
"She won't come, she has to stay by the potion."
After Geralt's words, I finally noticed another missing person.
"What about Yen?"
"Yen was called to the magicians for a meeting."
"I see."
"Lambert Gwent?"
"Ahah, why not Aiden, ten crowns."
"I don't have a crown."
Vesemir gave me a scholarship.
"Here, I bet on you, don't lose or there will be interesting"
"Thank you Vesemir"
"Old Fox"
"What did you say, Lambert?"
"Nothing, start Aiden."
I took the northern kingdom and Lambert the Scoia'tael and the party could begin.
After about 10 minutes, the game ended.
"Seriously! How you have beaten me! "
"Talent, Lambert, talent, on the ten crowns"
"Tch"
Lambert gave me his scholarship, but Vesemir took it.
"Refund"
"I didn't say anything. "
"No, but your look says it all."
The group laughed with amusement, as I appeared to have been stabbed in the back.
Eskel asked as a question
"How was Vesemir's training?"
"Let's say that..."
"That I learned things I didn't know"
"Say you always end up on the floor."
"Stop, the meal is ready and if you continue, Aiden will die of embarrassment"
"Geralt!"
""Ahaha"" laughing at this jovial moment, everyone starts talking and eating until the laboratory door opens violently and an exhausted Triss comes out.
"The potion is ready."
After these words, the joyful atmosphere becomes serious.
"The time has come."
(I wrote this chapter because I think it is necessarily like any test or exam that we have to pass, we have a huge stress that arises and say that we become people that we should not disturb soon the witcher Aiden will be born)