The Witcher: Fire & Blood

Prologue: Mirror, Mirror.

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Kings Landing. The Red Keep. Princess Elia Martell's chambers.

Elia could hear the screams of the dying floating up to her window like a macabre symphony. Tywin Lannister, the Lion of Casterly Rock had finally made his move in the Rebellion. His forces were sacking, plundering and pillaging the city. The screams of the smallfolk as they were butchered and raped by Lannister soldiers could be heard. Aerys Targaryen the Mad King had opened the city gates thinking that Tywin had come to save them, hoping that their friendship of old had been rekindled and together they would crush the Usurper Robert Baratheon. Instead, Tywin had ordered his forces to start sacking the city.

If only Aerys had listened to Varys, the eunuch spymaster, to not open the city gates, if he had listened to Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard to surrender peacefully, but instead Aerys chose to listen to that grey sunken cunt Grand Maester Pycelle who suggested he open the gates to Tywin.

"You can trust the Lannisters. They've always been friends of the crown."

Elia could still hear the voice of that lecherous old man and she wished she had strangled the cunt before he could even give his suggestion.

But, now the city was being sacked and its citizenry butchered and raped. Elia had sequestered herself and her children in her private chambers. Ser Jaime said he would protect them as Rhaegar had asked him. The thought of Rhaegar was sour on Elia's mind.

"Fucking Rhaegar…" the Dornish princess whispered bitterly. If Rhaegar hadn't met Lyanna Stark and run off with her, then her father and brother might never have been so brutally executed and Robert Baratheon might never have rose up in rebellion.

Elia's uncle, a Kingsguard like Jaime, had gone down into the city to bolster what soldiers they had and although her uncle was a fearsome fighter in his own right, Elia feared that this would her uncle's last battle.

The cries of Aegon brought Elia out of her melancholy and she walked over to the cradle to pick up the infant and held her son to her breast. Upon his only son's birth, Rhaegar had declared that Aegon's song would be the song of ice and fire and played his harp for his son. Fucking Rhaegar… obsessed with the Prophecy of the Prince That Was promised. Elia didn't doubt that Aegon would grow to be a fine man and one day, a good king, she just didn't buy into that prophecy her husband was so obsessed with.

Elia's child, Rhaenys Targaryen, sat on the large bed. "Momma? What's happening outside?" Rhaenys possessed her father's purple-blue eyes, but her hair and skin were of Dornish colour, dark and olive.

"It's nothing, my sweet," Elia said to her daughter sadly. "Go to sleep, my child. It'll all be over soon," she whispered.

"Can't sleep," Rhaenys mumbled.

"I can't sleep either," Elia chuckled as she walked to sit on the edge of the bed beside her daughter, Aegon whimpered unhappily and Elia almost wept at the thought of losing her two children. Again, Elia cursed Rhaegar for running away with Lyanna Stark.

Then a smooth voice was heard.

"Good evening…"

Elia looked up to see a bald man standing in the doorway. Her first thought that it was the Spider Varys visiting her, but she discounted it immediately as the man in the doorway looked nothing like Varys. A sly cunning curve was on the man's lips as he casually leaned on the doorframe without a care in the world. He was garbed in rather common looking attire, the sort one would find a merchant from Flea Bottom would wear.

"Who are you? How did you get past the guards?" Elia asked with rising panic in her voice. Where was Ser Jaime?

"Oh, Ser Jaime has more pressing matters to attend to at this moment," the man replied nonchalantly as if he had read her mind. "But rest assured, Princess Elia, I have not come to harm you or your children," he said with a disarming smile.

"Who are you? Why are you here in my chambers?" Elia then asked, hells she practically ordered the man.

"I am here because you need my help," the man replied with a sly smile. "And as to who I am, I am called Gaunter O'Dimm, or Master Mirror as I'm fond of," he said with a theatrical bow.

"Did the Spider send you?" Elia asked.

A cackle came Gaunter O'Dimm as he replied, "Oh please, Princess Elia, I am not in the eunuch's employ. I am simply a vagrant merchant who caters to the needs and desires of the desperate," he said.

"That doesn't explain why you're here in my chambers when Lannister soldiers will be upon us at any moment!" Elia snapped.

Master Mirror grinned at this. "I've told you, I am here because you need help, or do you not?" he asked.

"I…" Elia's words died on her lips and she looked at Rhaenys and Aegon. Rhaenys stared at Master Mirror in fearful fascination and Aegon had stopped whimpering. "I… I need help," Elia managed to say.

"All you had to do was say so," Master Mirror said smoothly. "Now, what is it you need help with?" he asked in a business-like tone.

"I want to save my children!" Elia blurted out as tears threatened to spill from her dark eyes and roll down her cheeks.

"You wish me to save you children," Master Mirror said rather than asked in a tone so gentle, Elia thought he actually cared. "I can help you with that," he declared.

"How?" Elia breathed.

"I will take them someplace far away so that the Usurper and his knives won't be able to reach them," replied Master Mirror. "Then once they are ready, your children will return," he then said.

"Do you swear it?" Elia asked as a single tear rolled down her cheek, hoping what Master Mirror said was true.

"I am honest businessman, Princess Elia," Master Mirror said firmly. "Your children will be strong enough to reclaim what is theirs," he promised.

"I shall permit you a moment with your children. This will be the last time you see them," Master Mirror then said. Elia looked at Rhaenys.

"Rhaenys, you and your brother must go with Master Mirror," Elia said to her daughter, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I don't wanna go!" Rhaenys wailed.

"I know, my darling, I know," Elia sobbed. "But know that I'll always love you and Aegon!" she said. "Now go!" she ordered sadly. Aegon had begun to cry as if knowing what was happening and Rhaenys began to weep.

Handing the crying Aegon to Master Mirror who smiled gently and took Rhaenys by the hand. Rhaenys threatened to pull away from the man but his grip was firm then in the blink of an eye, they were gone.

Elia blinked and her head turned to and fro to see where Master Mirror and her children had gone.

Then with a splintering crash, the door was broken down and stepping into the room was Gregor Clegane the Mountain That Rides and Ser Amory Lorch, Lord Lannister's loyal attack dogs.

Lorch looked around before he spoke, "Where are they?" he spat.

"Gone! Where you'll never find them!" Elia said in relief.

Gregor Clegane roared in displeasure as he grabbed Elia and threw to the floor before descending upon her, unbuckling his trousers as he did.

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Kaer Morhen.

A tiny bundle was laid in front of the doors to the keep of Kaer Morhen and Master Mirror smiled pleased with his work. Then rapping on the door twice, the sound reverberating into the night, Master Mirror turned and walked away.

A moment later, the keep doors cracked open to reveal a man with greying hair and viper eyes, wearing leather and chainmail armour and a medallion fashioned into a wolf's head hanging by a silver chain on his chest.

The man looked around before he noticed the small bundle lying on the ground. Picking up the bundle, the man's eyes widened slightly as the bundle stirred in his hands and the cries of a baby were heard.

"A baby?" the viper-eyed man muttered as he unwrapped the bundle to reveal a baby boy with pale skin and violet eyes and a tuft of pale silver hair on his head.

"Now, who would've levt you out here?" asked the man as he looked around and saw no-one.

Then footsteps were head and another man, younger albeit with pure white hair but possessed the same viper eyes as the greying man.

"Vesemir? It's almost midnight!" rasped the white-haired man. "What are you doing up so late?" he asked.

"Someone left a baby on our doorstep," replied the grey-haired man as he showed the infant to the white hair whose viper eyes widened at the sight of the infant's violet eyes.

"He has eyes just like Yen's," the white hair breathed.

"Aye, that he does," agreed the grey hair. "Question is: who would leave an infant on our doorstep?" he then mused.

"Did you see any tracks?" asked the white hair as he looked at the ground trying to find any footprints.

"No, not damn thing," replied the grey hair. "Maybe he got here by magic?" he suggested.

"Medallion isn't humming and neither is yours," the white hair pointed out. "Whoever left the child here didn't leave any tracks," he mused.

Then another voice, a feminine one was heard. "What's with all the bloody racket?" demanded the woman's voice and walking into view wearing a dark nighty was a breathtakingly beautiful woman with dark hair and violet eyes.

"See for yourself," replied the white hair and the grey hair held the stirring infant in his arms. The dark-haired woman's violet eyes widened into surprise as she saw the infant had eyes like her own.

"A baby! Here?" the woman asked as she eagerly took the struggling from the grey hair's arms and looked at the child in delight. "He's beautiful!" she beamed looking like a proud mother. "And he has the same eyes I do!" she cooed in excitement as she looked at the infant. The infant looked up at her and gave a happy gurgle.

"Who left him here?" the dark-haired woman then asked the grey and the white hair, both of whom shrugged. "Well, he's probably hungry, aren't you?" the woman asked the infant who gave a gummy smile.

"Well, seems you've taken it upon yourself to be the child's mother," the grey hair observed.

"And why should I not?" the dark-haired woman retorted. "It's not as if either know anything about raising a child!" she snapped angrily.

"And you do?" the white hair asked. The dark-haired woman only glared at him before turning on her heel and walked back into the keep.

"Come, little one, a nice cup of milk will do you some good, I think," the dark-haired woman said to the infant.

Both the grey and the white hair stared after the dark-haired woman. "Well, seems Yen has already decided to be the child's mother," the white hair commented.

"Seems she has," agreed the grey hair. "Can only guess what Yennefer's reaction may be if we start training the child," he then said.

A tiny shudder went through the white hair's body. "When he's older though," he managed to say. "He's too young right now," he pointed out. "And I don't want to have an argument with Yen over the boy's future," he muttered.

"Right you are, Geralt," said the grey hair as he closed the doors behind them and they headed back into the keep.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: there, the prologue is done and dusted, and the stage is set. Now, if you're wondering where Rhaenys has gotten to, that'll be my little secret for now as I have some plans for her, so y'all have wait for when Rhaenys shows up in this story. The first chapter will probably be Aegon being raised at Kaer Morhen and being trained to be a Witcher and Ciri will show up as well and be trained alongside Aegon then we'll get to Aegon's adventures in the Witcher world. Now because I've only played the third game/Wild Hunt, I'm little unsure as to how the Witcher timeline goes and I've only just started to read the books which are pretty good, but I don't know the chronological order they're in, so if anyone does know the order the books are set, feel free to drop a PM telling so I can get the order right.

And as usual, I've set up a voting poll on my profile showing a list of romance options for Aegon, so give your two cents on who you want Aegon to be with in terms of romance or leave a suggestion in a review.

And if anyone is concerned over how Yennefer acted in this, she's always wanted children and has tried many times to have children of her own even though as a sorceress, she's infertile, so when Ciri was being raised at Kaer Morhen, Yennefer focussed all her motherly love on Ciri and since Aegon is a baby in this prologue, she'd be ecstatic to try raising a baby herself.

And if anyone wants to know if Aegon will become a Witcher or simply have the skills of a Witcher like Ciri does, that'll be up to me personally as I do have ideas on how being a Witcher would impact Aegon and his story.

So, that's about it from me, so leave a review if you liked what you read and if you didn't then don't bother.

I'll see you all in the next chapter,

Angry lil' elf.