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Prologue: Death and Rebirth

Death.

It was a strange thing. To most, it was their biggest fear; the end of their lives. To some it was the most beautiful thing they could see and to others it was a simple shrug of shoulders but all mortals feared death. Imagine someone pulling the shut down switch to your life or a seeing a big black screen saying 'Game Over.'

However, to a few death was something they desperately wanted.

Take for example this man.

He had long silver hair, yellow slitted eyes similar to a cats, his eldery face was grizzled with scars with the most prominent being the one stretching over the left side of his forhead and all the way down to his chin.

He was dressed in leather armor with multiple straps extending over his body with chainmailed shoulderpads. Not incredibly durable but comfortable and with enough protective properties for someone not wanting to be hampered by heavy armor. Two empy sword sheats were at his back; the same one that currently leaning against a stone pillar while the man panted and rasped.

The reason?

Blood spilled all over his abdomen, leaking from the two puncture holes located in his stomach and left side. There were also claw marks all over his armor but they looked less important and while they did pierce his armor, they didn't reach his flesh.

Now, who might this man be you ask?

To some, he was the Butcher of Blaviken. To others, he was the famed master -and last- witcher Geralt of Rivia.

But to those few that were close to him, he was simply Geralt.

And he was dying.

The mere thought of dying would have chilled the core of even the bravest of men and sent lesser man sobbing and begging to live. But not him, he was neither a brave man nor a lesser one.

Many centuries passed since he and Yennefer settled down and the years went in a flash. Geralt accepted the occasional contract and Yennefer continued to master the arcane but like all good things they had to end.

First was the death of Dandelion who died from old age at 93 with a smile on his face and who knows how many bastard children he might have sired. Hell, the man didn't even marry but he still found time to womanize even in his sixties.

The years went by once more and the monsters became less and less. Courtesy of technology being developed and then introduction of guns into the fray. They proved lethal against common monsters and those without any kind of intelligence. The supernatural ones were still too much for the humans and they enlisted the help of the few remaining witchers.

Sadly, over the years they died out. First was Lambert, then Eskel and the rest which ultimately left Geralt alone.

These events saddened Geralt greatily but none were so heart shattering as when Yennefer died. While her sorcery prolonged her lifespan in a way similar to a witchers in the end she died as well and Geralt was left ultimately alone without anyone.

It would not be until a century more did his skills fail him with his body detoriating enough that he finally met his end at the hands of a dragon. Of course, he killed it but it had managed to deliever enough fatal blows that he was put into this predicament.

He was out of Swallow and even if he wasn't, his toxic levels were already too high for him to drink another potion.

So, he was going to die pretty much either way unless some form of miracle happened and if it did, Geralt would only curse the gods and fate even more than before.

But, thankfully in his case he was sarting to feel tired. His eyes became as heavy as stone and he lost feeling in his hands. That caused his fist to slacken and relax, dropping his broken silver sword with a clang while he breathed out.

Ignoring the blood dribbling down his lips, he felt a smile come to his face while his eyes slowly closed.

No more fighting monsters. No more sadness, guilt or pain. He was finlly going to be reunited with his friends and loved ones -that is if he ended up in heaven with them. This life was already hell and even real hell sounded more better than this.

After many centures fighting dark creatures, human monsters and whoring around, Geralt of Rivian closed his eyes for the final time.

Unkown Location

A blond man paced around with a look of worry and excitment mixed together. His shoulders figdeted and his eyes kept flickering from the ceiling towards the big metal doors that seperated him from his source of worry: his wife.

Claudia Arc's water broke just as they were having lunch with his two daughters and the sudden sight of their water clutching her stomach while she gasped in pain brought fear into their little hearts. Josh Arc wasted no time in driving her to the hospital and after a few minutes he was left here while he waited for what happened next.

Fear suddenly coiled around his heart, paling his face and drawing a raspy sigh from him. This was taking too long. He was already the father of two perfect little angels and none of them took this much time. There were so many 'what's flowing through his mind currently that it all of his willpower not to barge in into the operating chamber.

Suddenly, the electric sign above the doors changed from the red 'Operating' to the green 'Not Operating' and his breath hitched as he saw the doctor come out, taking off his gloves.

"How is she doctor?!" All but teleporting, Josh was suddenly in the man's face while the doctor calmly slid off his mask. The first time it happened, the man almost fainted. The second time it only shocked him and now, he was completely used to Josh's antics.

"They're completely fine, mister Arc." The doctor commented with a tiny smile while clapping a hand unto the Hunter's shoulder. "Congratulations sir, it's a boy." as soon as the words left his mouth, the doctor's smile widened by a small fraction while Josh's eyes widened and watered.

"A...a boy?" Josh breathed out in a disbelieving tone. Like any other father, the man wanted to have a son. A heir witch whom he could go on manly trips, hunt, fish and do all sorts of male bonding activities. He was slowly begining to lose hope after his second daughter was born and while he loved them dearly and with his heart, he still wanted a son.

And it happened! There were no words in existance that could describe the amount of euphoria and joy he was currently feeling. In fact, he was so happy that he sprinted into the chambers without a second thought after he shook the doctor silly with repetive 'Thank you.'s that left the man sighing while trying to fix his now dishelved hair.

"That man..." he mutterd while shaking his head before moving forwards. He had more patients to attend to after all.

"Claudia! How are you-BLUGH?!" Without any common sense or tact, the Arc man rushed into the room, banging the doors open and managing to scare the crap out of every single person inside of it except for one.

He was interrupted in the middle of his yell by a pan of all things smacking him squarely in the face, knocking him on his back.

There, lying on the bed with what would have been a serene look on her face were it not for the twitching eye and the overly sweet smile on her face. Her left hand was outstretched, clearly marking her as the thrower of the ever dangerous female weapon while she slowly shook the still surprsingly sleeping baby in her right arm.

"Honey..." The lying man froze at her tone and shivered from the blank coldness of it. "This is a hospital. Please." At this she opened her eyes; two amber orbs that in his mind, complimented her long flowing silver hair. "Behave yourself."

Trembling as he stood up, the man nodded his head quickly. "Y-Yes, darling." With that out of the way, he was graced with a more true smile from his wife as called him over. He might have been an idiot and a goofball sometimes but he was her goofball and she wouldn't trade him for the world. Especially now with their ever growing family.

It was no secret that the Arc's were a old -a very old family- with a long history of producing great heroes and soldiers. Her husband is an acomplished Hunter and she herself was one untill she resigned in order to take care of their children.

Speaking of children, both proud parents looked down at their newest bundle of joy. All babies were cute and adorable, that was the oldest of natural laws and if anyone asked them, they'd say that their children were the most adorable like every parent would.

"Did you think of a name?" The comfortable silence was broken by Josh as he tickled at his son's forehead, making the sleeping baby squirm and yawn. Claudia giggled at this, still rocking the baby while humming a low tone. "Hmm..." She pondered for a moment, closing her eyes while humming a bit louder.

Then, after what seemed to be eternity to Josh did she finally open them once again and she locked eyes with him. Cerulean blue gazing into amber yellow, "Jaune." She said, before moving her gaze back to the baby which was slowly opening it's eyes.

Unlike his older sisters and father, he had his mother's eyes with a slightly lighter hue. They looked more yellow than they did amber but it didn't matter for them.

Claudia smiled brightly and this father grinned. "Jaune huh? I'm sure he's going to be as awesome as his parents!" Josh's loud nature didn't startle the baby but made it blink instead.

The two Arc's thought that this was from Jaune's eyes adjusting to the light but in thruth it was a blink of confusion.

If the baby had the mental and physical capacity to gape at them it would have, because at that time, three thoughts entered it's mind.

'What. The. Fuck.'

There we go guys! This is going to be my take on Geralt being reincarnated in our second favorite blone of the RWBY universe. The next chapter is going to be much more longer I assure you. Also, my apologies for all of those waiting for on update on either of the stories but I bring u both good news and bad news. The bad news is, I'm giving up on them. The good news is that I'm going to be working on rewriting both of them in the near future.