Reima reappears within some kind of blizzard... Almost immediately he can feel frost beginning to form on his bare skin, forcing him to release his aura slightly to thaw himself out. Looking around he can spot silhouettes of nearby mountains as they block the sunlight, though, he can only see a meter or so ahead due to the snow blocking his vision...
The random blizzard isn't what is rousing his interest however, no, that would be the weirdly high level of ambient magic... The world felt more magically powerful than the Bonfire's in Ichor, which is impressive considering those were the vocal points of many different sources and had even siphoned magic from other areas.
There was also something giving him a weird feeling around here that made his skin tingle... He'd never felt something like this before and was interested in finding out what it was...
Reima sighs, "Hopefully everyone else is alright..." he mutters, wondering if he should just teleport back to check on everyone...
*Flash!*
The fit that'd closed behind him reopens and spits out a familiar figure... Ciri lays face down in the snow unceremoniously as Reima attempts to stifle a laugh.
Ciri pushes herself off of the floor and looks around while shivering, jumping to her feet and leaping at him with a hug once she spots Reima. "Rei! You're alright!?!" she shouts, the blizzard around them seemingly not reducing her enthusiasm.
...
Reima squeezes her back and looks at her face, "Hang on, what chance did you stand if I couldn't make it through the rift in one piece?"
...
Ciri blushes slightly and looks away, "Just be grateful I came and stop asking questions..."
Reima gives her a blank look, "Tsundere?"
Ciri "I still don't know what that means, but it feels like I'm being insulted." she mutters.
Reima shakes his head and casts a strong enough Quen to try and protect them from the wind... Usually this wouldn't work but it was strong and fast enough that the Quen shield counted it as an offensive action, and in turn, attempted to shield against it.
With the blizzard stifled slightly Ciri gives a relieved sigh and leans into him more, his aura acting to warm her up...
Reima "How were things looking on the other side after I got teleported away?" he asks.
Ciri frowns, "The White Frost is fully open through the rift, I doubt we have more than a couple months before the world ends up like this one. I think everyone was ok so we could probably move worlds if we needed to?" she questions.
Reima slowly nods, "I'd rather not lose all the progress we'd made until now... The rift leads here, so, wouldn't this place be the origin on the White Frost?"
...
Ciri's eyes open wide, "Yes! This is the solution to all of our problems!... Eredin's given us an opportunity to completely stop the White Frost!" she exclaims.
Reima "You feel that?" he asks, holding his bare hand up and feeling the tingly sensation...
Ciri does the same and nods, "This must be leading us to where we need to be! Probably..." she quietly adds the last part.
Reima "It's a shame we can't just teleport over there... I can barely see ahead of us." he mutters, even Observation Haki not being any use in this kind of situation.
Ciri "I can try fly us over." she says, referring to her Animagus Transformation.
Reima shakes his head, "Think you can fly in these winds? That, and I doubt you'd survive more than a couple of minutes as a cold-blooded creature at this temperature."
She nods, "I guess you're right... What do we do then?"
Reima sighs, "We do it the old fashion way... We walk." he states, taking a step and finding himself buried up to his waist in snow. "This is going to piss me off." he states, projecting his aura forwards and melting a small trench for them to walk through.
Ciri walks up and holds his hand, "Just think of it like a date... A deadly date that could lead to the end of all life in every universe."
Reima smirks, "I already think of our dates like that."
Ciri slaps him on the arm, "You're very funny, you know that?"
Reima nods, "It's a blessing and a curse." he shrugs.
And so the duo began their trek through the frozen world, and while they tried to look around for anything interesting, the blizzard put an end to any potential sightseeing they could've accomplished.
After a couple hours of walking they could feel the intensity of the blizzard rising, it seemed that they were getting closer to teh source of it... And both were curious as to what it might be, an ancient treasure? Advanced Civilisation? Natural Phenomenon? Whatever it was, they were determined to find out.
Reima looks up at what seems like a hill, the blizzard winds blowing down it in a cascade of snow... Atop the hill was somesort of dim glow that he could barely make it even with his powerful eyesight. "Looks like we're nearing the end..."
Ciri nods, "If the winds got any stronger I doubt the shield would hold up." she mutters, the Quen shield itself bulging inwards as if it was being bombarded by deadly armaments.
Honestly, Reima had no idea how Ciri would do this on her own... From what he remembers there were a number of ways Ciri deals with the White frost in the game, sacrificing herself being one of them... He simply can't imagine her being able to get through these winds without his assistance, maybe he was underestimating her though?
Ciri "I see it... The light." she says as they approach it. "What do you think it is?"
Reima squints at it and shakes his head, "No idea, let's get a closer look before making any theories." he says as they press on.
Reima "W-what is that?" he asks, staring up at what they had previously thought was a light..
Ciri "I.. I have no idea..." she mutters.
Above them Shrek had just pulled down his pants to use the outhouse, not realising there were people being blown away by his bowel movements.
Reima "Run Ciri! It's too powerful!"
Ciri "But... Shrek is love... Shrek, is life!" she shouts, lighting exploding from her and destroying the universe...
Yeah, I don't know why I felt like writing this... If I missed anything please let me know. Thanks for reading!
The duo finally reach the summit of the large hill just as the sun was setting in the distance and bathing everything in an orange glow... Atop it, they spot what was causing the light and are almost baffled by it. Some kind of turquoise shield is covering an area under a huge spatial rift that was producing the White Frost...
Ciri "What... Is that." she mutters as they approach it... The Quen shield covering them getting beaten up even more the closure to the rift they get.
Reima channels more magic into it to makesure they reach the turquoise shield, dispelling it as they step inside... The wind and freezing temperature outside didn't seem to affect the things within the shield, which would explain why the ancient marble ruins weren't completely buried in snow.
Ciri frowns, "This isn't what I was expecting." she mutters...
Reima looks around at the marble ruins and sees a number of strange things... It looks like someone had been camping here, a small pile of ash where a fire had previously been with a cast-iron pot hanging atop it sits in the middle of the ruins.
He bends down and touches the ash, feeling that it'd not been lit in many, many years... To emphasize that fact the food within the pot seemed to be petrified?
Reima "Whoever was here seems to have abandoned this place..." he mutters, spotting a nearby rucksack and examining it. "Doesn't look like they intended to leave though, this is still filled with clothes, what's left of the rations, and other supplies. They seem to be female from what I can tell though." he mutters at the female clothing.
Ciri "There doesn't seem to be anything over here." she says as he looks around the outskirts of the ruins, spotting some kind of sleeping bag sitting on a raised stone platform. "Hang on, what's this?"
She hops up to the platform and look at the sleeping bag, not expecting to find anything but doing so anyway... She opens it up and shakes it out, hearing a *Thud* as something falls out and hits the stone. Looking down she spots a book, and from the looks of it, it seems to be a journal. "Rei, over here... I've found something."
She opens the book as Reima looks over her shoulder and squints as she sees what seems to be an old version of their common language... She'd been expecting ancient elvish or something similar, but this? This was unexpected.
Reima "Can you read it? Just looks like unintelligible "Ye ole' English" to me..."
Ciri "I can... I might get some things wrong though so bear with me..." she mutters as she begins reading it. "This owner of this was named... Nalenthi? Strange, they've left a note for people who read this... "Greetings stranger, if you've stumbled across this, then I am presumably dead. I wish to detail my experiences in hope someone can learn from them, and perhaps not repeat my mistakes...
I, was an orphan who was forced to fend for myself during my childhood... I have no idea how I made it out of infancy, but the god's seem to have granted me the chance of survival. I made enough coin to eat my fill by picking the pockets of travelers, making sure to move from town to town so the locals couldn't catch me in the act... Life was, rough.
One day I was particularly hungry, having not eaten for a few days and desperately looking for "prey" if you could call them that. It was stupid and reckless, and I was obviously caught... It'd become apparent that I'd attempted to rob someone of high status, I was young with white hair which seemed to appeal to the man, and he attempted to enslave me... Looking back on it, I was lucky to escape, I'd have likely be abused, used, and killed after they got bored of me.
Fortunately, it was when the man attempted to force himself upon me that something awoke inside me... A power that allowed me to vanish from that place entirely. Once I was free I left for a different country, not wishing to give those vile people another chance to capture me. During these travels I trained myself to use these new powers effectively, finding them to not just allow me to disappear and reappear at will, but also move things with my mind...
It was when I turned eleven years old that I met him... A strange man with pointy ears, pale skin, piercing aquamarine eyes, and lavish robes. He called himself Avallac'h, and said he wished to train me for something greater than a common thief. At first, I was resistant to his attempts to persuade me, but after a year of him doing nothing but assisting me, I agreed.
He taught me many things, magic, combat, diplomacy, history of the world, different cultures, languages and so much more... But, most importantly, he taught me about my abilities. Elder Blood he called it, something I'd never heard of before. Apparently I was a descendant of an elf named Lara Dorren, someone who was obviously important to him, I never broached the topic with him, but I could tell his mind was almost always on it, especially with the familiar glances he'd send at me... Apparently I resembled the elf somewhat.
When I turned eighteen he suddenly left, telling me to experiment with my abilities and to live life to the fullest. To be honest, it felt like he'd abandoned me... Avallac'h was the only parental figure I'd known, and him leaving had left a void I needed to fill."
Hope you guys enjoy this, if I missed anything please let me know.
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