Hello my readers and welcome to my new story! If you are a follower of one of my other stories I promise those will come out on schedule, but until then I wanted to get started on a story that I have been thinking up for quite a while! If you clicked on this link you know full well what that means. So here we go! For those of you who haven't played the Witcher games or just read the books, or if you're a bit of a mix of the two, I've tried to make this story accessible to anyone. Now then lets get on with it!

P.S. This starts up in an alternate period after the wild hunt is defeated. In FT terms this story starts right after the Tenrou Island Time Skip.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Witcher or Fairy Tail, you know the drill.

Chapter One: A Soggy Arrival

Geralt watched as the sun began to peak its head over the horizon. A musty grey light poured through the dark clouds and onto the deck of the rotted ship, as the sea breeze blew through his white hair. Far off in the distance he could hear lightning crash down into the ocean, the sky was briefly illuminated by its pale-blue hue, before fading back to the dull shade of the sea. Dull, that word described his situation perfectly. Everything was motionless, the water, the ship, the wind, even the sailors had yet to rouse from their slumber. And as he sat there Geralt began to wonder why he had decided to go on this voyage in the first place. The weather was awful and the trip was long, but he had his reasons. Those reasons being two certain women in his life: Yennefer, his lover for what seemed like a millennia, and his adoptive daughter Ciri, carrier of the elder blood. All three of them thought that their times of hardship would be over after they dealt with the Wild Hunt; but that hope had been dashed after the Church of the Eternal Fire made its resurgence. After the war with Nilfgaard came to a close, the problem Geralt thought he had solved in Novigrad exploded into a country wide witch hunt. Burning stakes became more common than trees, and it didn't take the fanatics long before they turned on witchers as well.

Vesemir, Eskel and Lambert had already fled to Kovir long before the soldiers found their way to Kaedwen; luckily, they remembered to cover their tracks. In fact he had recently received a letter from Vesemir joking about how the church's soldiers had yet to find Kaer Morhen. The old witcher also mentioned that they had managed to regroup with Yennefer and Ciri without a hitch. Geralt smiled when he read that Ciri was looking forward to becoming a fully fledged witcher, not even a war could dampen her spirits; sadly, he wouldn't be around to see her transformation. For he wasn't sailing to Kovir, he was sailing north to the furthest reaches of the Skellige Isles. It was a small, scarcely inhabited place devoid of almost any life besides the occasional fishing village. That was where he was planning to find refuge. Yennefer and Ciri did not approve of this decision, but he knew it was the right choice. He would play the role of the decoy and draw away attention from them and the other witchers, guaranteeing their safe passage to Kovir. I wonder when I'll get to see those two again. Geralt thought to himself as he stared up at the stormy skies above. He'd definitely be living in the isles for a while. A few years at the least. Fanatics had a knack for holding grudges after all. And until he knew for a fact that they had given up on his scent, he would remain in the isles. The things we do for those we love. He sighed.

But he knew he didn't have to worry. Yennefer and Ciri could take care of themselves. And honestly he wouldn't be missing much. Witchers and sorceresses like Yennefer couldn't die of old age, and Geralt knew both of them were skilled in battle, so he wouldn't have to worry about them perishing in combat. Still... it'll be weird seeing Ciri with cat eyes. He thought as he hopped out of the crow's nest. The crew of the ship were finally starting to exit the hold, it wouldn't be long now before the ship was back in motion. Geralt pushed Yennefer and Ciri to the back of his mind as walked past the still-drowsy crew; he needed to focus on his own problems now.

"Oh Master Witcher!" One of the crewmen yelled as he ran up to Geralt. The man was quite large, and looked to be around his mid-thirties. Careful as he could be the man lifted up the precious cargo he was carrying. Said cargo was Geralt's two witcher blades and crossbow. "The armory hold flooded last night, felt like these swords would be under better care in your hands." Geralt nodded and took his weapons.

"Thank you." Geralt said as he slipped the harness over his shoulder. The metal blades made a clinking noise when they bounced off against his armor; in a way it was soothing, in situations like this he always felt better with his weapons close by. The crewman who returned his arms had already disappeared back into the bowels of the ship. Wonder what caused the flooding? He thought as he turned his attention to the north. The storm had gotten worse, clouds were swirling in the skies above, and the strengthened winds now shot ice-cold mist deep into his armor. Not wanting to freeze to death Geralt reached into one of his bags and pulled out his black cloak. The black garment writhed and tossed about in the frigid wind as the ship drew ever closer to the storm. This doesn't feel right. Geralt thought as his eyes narrowed. Chalk it up to a witcher's six sense, but something about that storm didn't sit well with him. It was how the clouds seemed to swirl about in an oddly circular way. It just didn't look natural. In fact the cloud pattern looked more like one of Yennefer's teleportation spells than any storm he had ever seen.

"That storm does not look kind." The captain said as he turned the wheel of the ship. Luckily he was a smart man. "It looks like we'll be a bit late lads. Skellige will have to wait." Geralt felt the ship rumble as it turned sharply away from the storm; however, right before they were completely turned, the ship suddenly stopped. "What the devil?" The captain cursed as he pushed and pulled on the wheel to no avail. Once again it felt like everything was still, quiet, motionless. The crew and the captain held their collective breath as they waited for the stillness to be broken. And then Geralt's medallion began to rumble. Reflex guided his hand to his silver sword as he braced himself for battle. Moments later the ship began to shake, and a muffled roar exploded from the ocean. Geralt watched as a multitude of slimy tentacles slithered out of the grey waves and gritted his teeth, this one wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Kraken! Its a kraken!" One of the sailors yelled as he rushed to find his sword, but the man was too slow. He didn't even have the time to scream before a slimy tentacle grabbed hold and dragged him beneath the waves. A few of the gigantic appendages came Geralt's way as well; however, they were quick to back off once he began roasting them with igni. The rest of the crew, the captain included, were not so lucky. Those who were not grabbed by the kraken's tentacles fled below deck, but that would not save them. For despite Geralt's best efforts, he couldn't keep the kraken from wrapping itself around the ship's hull. All it took was a slight tug and the ship split in half, sending those who had fled below deck straight into the monster's gigantic beak.

There! Geralt thought as he leaped down towards the kraken's exposed jaw. His silver blade effortlessly ate into the exposed flesh of the creature. With a sharp twist he dragged a piece of the beast's monstrous tongue from its beak, sending the kraken into a pain-fueled frenzy. Gigantic tentacles waved sporadically through the air as the wounded kraken writhed in agony. Its sporadic bashing tore what was left of the ship to pieces; and with no solid ground left to stand on Geralt was forced to dive into the now-churning ocean. Blood from the kraken's recent kills dyed the water red sending his enhanced witcher senses into a frenzy. Luckily, he didn't need them, for Geralt had found what he was looking for. Deep beneath the waves floated the kraken's main torso; the gigantic red mass of muscle and mucus was covered in sea cucumbers and parasites, but even from underneath all of that filth Geralt could see them. The eyes of the kraken. Each one was as large as a small cottage, and there were around thirteen in total.

It might have been decades since he last fought a kraken, but he still remembered their weakness. With a click he pulled a small bomb off of his tool belt and tossed it at the beast's eyes. Before the monster could blink the bomb entrenched itself into one of the kraken's many tear ducts; Geralt grunted and began to swim away. The kraken, now recovered from its fit of pain, turned its sights back on him. But it was too late, the monster's fate was sealed. And before its tentacles could reach Geralt's waist the bomb exploded, taking half of the kraken's body with it.

It would have been a flawless kill if it wasn't for the fact that he was swimming through a frigid ocean. In the hastiness of his attack the White Wolf failed to adjust the bomb's timer properly. And as a result he was caught in the explosion's blast wave. Ah shit. Geralt thought as he felt the pressure tear through his body, normally this wouldn't be a problem; but he was underwater. Combined with the lack of oxygen the pressure wave's affects were amplified, and Geralt felt every bit of it. When he finally did resurface his vision was already starting to give out; he felt delirious, and his body was wracked with fatigue. Crap... of all the places to get a concussion. He thought as he rubbed his head, at this point he was nearly unconscious. With his last ounce of strength he swam to a nearby pile of floating wood and crawled up onto its splintery surface. Sadly, the Butcher of Blavakin wasn't out of the woods yet; for when he looked up he found that the storm that was once far off was now floating right above him. The last thing Geralt saw before losing consciousness was that strange swirl of clouds. And as everything went black he could feel himself being pulled up into the air by some mysterious force...

Geralt's nose twitched as he felt the warm light of the sun beam down on his soaked face. "Damn..." Geralt mumbled as he clutched his throbbing head. His headache only got worse when he opened his eyes. The unbelievably bright sunlight blinded him for a few minutes before his eyes finally started to focus. Must've washed ashore on some island. Geralt thought as he took in his surroundings. He was on a beach near the edge of a forest. The sand was soft and fine, and there was no storm to be seen. This sure doesn't look like Skellige. He thought as he got up and dusted himself off. Amazingly his black cloak had come out mostly unscathed from his battle with the kraken; in fact, everything he had was still in working condition, so luck hadn't completely abandoned him then. With a quick cast of igni Geralt dried all of his dampened materials and fastened them onto his belt.

This place smells strange. Geralt thought as he walked through the forest. The vegetation and greenery was unlike anything he had seen before. Trees towered into the heavens while large plants feasted upon small rodents. But odd vegetation wasn't the only thing that was different. This forest, nay, the world smelled foreign. He couldn't find one whiff of something familiar. Where in the world did he wash up? No amount of searching revealed to him the answer. The morning sun hung overhead when Geralt decided to sit down and meditate. He listened to the strange sounds of the odd forest creatures, the buzz of the foreign insects, and the crackle of his fire. It wasn't until hours later, when the sky began to turn orange, that the infamous witcher finally managed to sense something different.

"Help me!" Geralt's eyes darted towards the source of the scream. It was high in pitch and sounded feminine, a child, probably no more than twelve years old. As quick as a tiger Geralt stealthily ran through the woods until he arrived at a small clearing. In the center of said clearing was a young child; and towering over her was what appeared to be a giant green ape with a single horn adorning its head. It was a creature that Geralt had never seen before. The girl cowered and crawled up to the side of a large tree as the creature drew closer.

"Hehe~" the creature snorted. "Little girl~" it said as it reached for the child. The girl screamed which gave him a perfect opportunity to sneak up on the beast. Before the ape-like creature could realize what was happening Geralt had opened its stomach and throat. The beast staggered for a bit in shock before falling down dead.

"I heard your call little one." Geralt said as he offered a hand to the girl. The child nodded and took hold. It was then that Geralt felt his medallion begin to rumble; and he didn't have to guess why. For clutched in the child's hand was a long and slender branch embroidered with beautiful carvings. It was a wand.

"T-thank you mister. I came out here to practice my magic, but then that vulcan appeared." The girl said as she tried to straighten her messy chestnut hair. Geralt nodded as he stared at the wand. It was actually kind of cute for a child her age to be interested in the arcane arts, but given current events...

"Do your parents know that you practice magic?" He asked her as they walked through the field. The girl nodded and twirled her wand around in her hand. Geralt frowned, with the witch hunt going on this girl must have some pretty laid back parents. "Where did you get that wand?" He asked her.

"From my mom! She's a member of a famous wizard guild! When I grow up I'm going to join her!" The girl said as she skipped through the tall grass.

Wizard guilds? Are they like the lodge? But for someone so young to be interested in joining the lodge is...

"May! Are you all right?!" Geralt's thoughts were cut off short when a man, in his early thirties by the looks, jogged up to them. He was carrying a small steel dagger, and had chestnut hair. He must be the girl's father. "I heard screaming and came running."

"Papa!" The girl, May was her name if Geralt heard correctly, ran up and hugged the man. "I was practicing my magic when one of those nasty vulcans attacked me. This man saved me." May pointed to him. The father was a bit surprised when he saw Geralt's eyes, but that cleared quickly.

"Sir I cannot thank you enough for what you've done! My name's Robin, and you've already met my daughter May." The father, Robin, said as he shook Geralt's hand.

"Name's Geralt of Rivia, and the pleasure's all mine Mr. Robin." Geralt said, contrary to most people's beliefs he actually could be polite when he wanted to.

"If there's anything I can do to help you just say." Robin started. Geralt didn't even get the chance to speak before the man snapped his fingers and placed a hand on one of his shoulders. "I know! We're just about to have dinner, why don't you come and join us?"

"I don't wish to intrude." Geralt said, but that wasn't enough to dissuade the man.

"Oh phooey! You're eating with us if you like it or not! And you will like it, trust me my wife's an amazing cook." Geralt could tell that the man wouldn't take no for an answer. Soon he found himself following the pair through the woods towards a small village. The smoke rising from the chimneys smelt of hickory. Yet another jarring reminder that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Back in Velen, Nilfgaard and Redania smoke carried only one scent: the overpowering stench of burned flesh.

Thirty Minutes Later...

Robin's house was small, but it was far from uncomfortable. Much to Geralt's surprise the floors were carpeted and fully paneled. The furniture was quite lavish as well. Maybe the man was a moderately wealthy merchant? As Geralt scanned over the room he noticed something hanging on the wall; it was a map, and upon closer inspection he found that the map was completely foreign to him as well. None of the countries on the parchment were of those he knew. Skellige, the Nilfgaardian Empire and Kovir were all missing. The Kingdom of Fiore? The Kingdom of Bosco? What kind of map is this?

"Something on my map interest you?" Robin asked him as he walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate stacked with meat and vegetables. Geralt nodded and thanked the man as the two sat down to eat. Nothing Geralt tasted was familiar, it was good, but all of it was different.

"Your map is missing some countries." Geralt pointed to the map with his knife. "Where's Skellige? Or the Nilfgaardian Empire?" He asked Robin, but all he got as a response was a cocked eyebrow.

"Are those small countries down south?" He asked him as he munched on a roll. For simplicity's sake Geralt nodded. After a few more moments of thinking Robin smiled and clapped his hands together. "Well the only empire I know of is the Alvarez Empire to the east. That must be the country you're referring to." Geralt nodded. Robin obviously didn't recognize the countries he was asking about; but there was no way he'd correct the man given his current situation. And so the Butcher of Blavakin stayed silent, and sipped at his soup.

"Is something the matter?" Geralt asked Robin when he caught the man staring at his two blades.

"Oh no its nothing!" He said as his attention turned to Geralt's eyes.

Here we go. Geralt thought. His witcher eyes always came up eventually in situations like this. Honestly it amazed him that Robin waited this long to grow curious.

"Are you a mage from a guild? Perhaps Quatro Cerberus?" Robin asked, again all Geralt could give him as an answer was a cocked eyebrow.

"Guilds?" Geralt started as he lifted up a mug of ale to his lips. "Are you talking about an organization similar to the Lodge of Sorceresses?" He said as he downed his alcoholic beverage. Robin, however, didn't touch his mug. The man just stared at him with bewildered eyes; almost as if he was staring at some creature.

"Do you not know what mage guilds are?" Robin asked him with wide eyes. Geralt nodded. Immediately after that Robin sprung up from his chair and pointed at Geralt. "Ah, I get it now." He said as he placed a hand on Geralt's shoulder. "You must be an immigrant. When did you arrive in Fiore?" He asked him. Geralt had no idea what was going through the man's head, but he decided to play along.

"What gave me away?" Geralt asked. Robin just smiled and tapped his forehead.

"Chalk it up to my intuition." He said with a smile as he dragged his chair closer to Geralt. "Think about it, you come here calling countries by different names; and you don't know what mage guilds are, a staple of Fioren culture, the only logical conclusion is that you're a foreigner."

You're on the right track. Geralt thought as he leaned back into his chair.

"What port did you arrive in? Was it Hargeon? Or maybe Magnolia?" Geralt shook his head.

"Neither. The ship I was on got caught in a nasty storm and we were forced to dock early." Robin nodded and pulled the map Geralt was looking at down from the wall.

"Hmmm... the only ports near here are in Magnolia, but that's over a day's ride from here." He looked up at Geralt with his face wracked with pity. "That must've been one hell of a storm." Geralt stayed silent, he shouldn't say more than was necessary. "Given how well armed you are I assume you must've been headed for Twilight Ogre, that's Magnolia's town guild; or perhaps the Magic Council's army base?" Robin thought out loud as he placed a hand over his chin.

"Actually I was supposed to meet up with a friend. He promised to inform me about the comings and goings of this country when I got here." Geralt said as his cat-like eyes scoured over the map, remembering every last detail.

"Were you two planning on joining a guild? That would explain why you're so heavily armed." Robin said as his eyes darted to the blades that hung on Geralt's back.

"I guess you could say that. But I'm kind of at a standstill until I learn how this country works." Geralt said as he scratched the back of his neck. Again Robin smiled and patted the witcher on the back.

"Your words wound me Geralt, you forgot that you have a friend right here. I wouldn't mind giving you a little crash course in Fioren history; although I can't promise you that I'll be as detailed as your friend." Robin said as he grabbed some heavy books from a nearby counter. "You might want to find yourself a more comfortable chair though; cause this will take awhile..."

By the time Robin had finished his lecture night had fallen. May was already fast asleep and the entire village was quiet. It was around this time that Geralt decided to take his leave. Robin begged him to stay the night, but Geralt insisted that he had to go. The young father made sure that he didn't leave empty handed though. And offered the witcher one of his finest horses to take with him on his journey. The clip-clopping sound of hooves pierced the silent night as Geralt made his way down the main road. He rode in peaceful silence, but on the inside the White Wolf was far from any sense of tranquility. After hearing Robin's spiel about history Geralt knew, he knew that his worst fears had been realized. He hadn't washed up on some god-forsaken beach in the middle of Skellige; somehow, he ended up on the shore of an entirely different world. A world that he had no way out of. What do I do? That was the question that plagued Geralt's mind. He was stuck, and with no way to contact Yennefer or the other witchers, he was truly stranded.

Geralt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Now was not the time to be worrying about them. As much as he hated it, he'd need to focus on himself for now. At the very least he could take solace in the fact that Yennefer and Ciri would be safe. For even though he was trapped in this strange new world; he knew that the Church of the Eternal Fire would not abandon their search for him. After all, he was their prime target, and until they caught him Yennefer, Ciri, Vesemir and the other witchers would be safe from the church's hunting parties. His goal at the moment should be establishing a steady source of revenue. Witchers couldn't die from old age, but that didn't mean he could neglect his basic needs. The issue he had was where to begin. There were no witchers in this world, and that meant no hunting contracts. Will I have to join a guild? Geralt placed a gloved hand over his face. He never was one for organizations like guilds. For someone like him, the less comrades he had the better. However, if what Robin told him was right, then he'd have to join a guild of some sort. Privately acting monster hunters like witchers just weren't a thing here; the mage guilds had a monopoly when it came to hunting jobs like that.

But there was another problem. According to Robin monsters weren't a huge issue in Fiore. Most jobs given to mage guilds usually had to do with fighting other mages. And when a monster hunting job did turn up they were usually buried underneath a surplus of newer requests. Which meant that he'd have to branch out... Geralt sighed and looked up at the full moon which hung overhead. The stars twinkled beautifully in the pitch-black blanket that was the night sky. What do I do? Geralt thought as his horse, which he fittingly named Roach, trotted up to a nearby crossroads sign. It only had one arrow, and it was pointing to the east.

Magnolia, 30 Leagues.

Geralt stopped and stared at that signpost for a few moments. Magnolia? If I'm not mistaken Robin mentioned a guild was housed there. What was its name again? Twilight Ogre? Without a moments hesitation the White Wolf turned Roach due east and began his journey towards the infamous port city. Hopefully this guild wouldn't disappoint.

Author's Note

Well that's the first chapter done in, what I hope to be, a very long story! I hope you all enjoyed it and would drop me a review, so I know to continue it. Anyways since this is a new story the next chapter will be out sometime this week. If you haven't read one of my other stories though. This is the schedule:

1st week of the month: Wandering Shadow (Every other month)

2nd week: Beacon's Exorcist

3rd week: The Wolven Maw.

But again that's most months. For the beginning of this month I'm focusing on this story. As I said hopefully the next chapter will be out sometime this week!

Please don't be afraid to drop a review! No flames pls, my heart can't take it. Anyway R and R and I'll see you on the next chapter of The Wolven Maw!