16 years earlier: Geralt was walking through the forest. He never thought that anything interesting could happen on this rainy day. But from a distance he heard a loud crying. Unusual for Kaedwen, he thought. Indecisive Geralt stood there, in the middle of the forest and thought about whether he should look where the crying came from. Finally, he decided to look and ran in the direction from which he heard the crying. „Fuck," Geralt muttered softly. There lay two dead bodies, the body of a man and that of a Wyvern. A toddler sat whimpering in the grass, clutching one of the man's fingers with one hand and something Geralt couldn't make out with the other. Slowly, he crouched down next to the child. It was a little boy, not older than three, Geralt guessed. „What's your name, little one?" Geralt asked him. „Aydan," the little boy introduced himself, still crying. Geralt's gaze fell on Aydan's small hand. A silver chain flashed. „What do you have there?" he inquired. 

Hesitantly, Aydan opened his hand. A sorcerer's amulet of the serpent school, Geralt recognized in amazement. „Where did you get that?" Geralt inquired with a sharp undertone in his voice. The boy looked up at him anxiously. „T-this is what my father gave me," he stuttered uncertainly. Geralt turned the man's body on its back and drew in a sharp breath. Serpino of Ciril, a sorcerer of the Serpent School and a longtime friend of his, was the corpse. So the boy was Serpino's son. "Will my father wake up?" the little boy asked anxiously. „I'm sure he will at some point," Geralt muttered and looked at Aydan. The last time he had talked to Serpino was half a year ago in Bree. At that time, Serpino had told him about his little son with a smile on his face. Geralt remembered that Serpino wanted his son to be trained as a witcher someday. „Looks like I'll be taking you with me to Kaer Morhen," Geralt murmured softly. Vesemir would probably know what to do with the child.

„Will you come with me?" Geralt asked Aydan in a calm voice. „My father told me not to go with strangers," Aydan replied uncertainly. His ice-blue eyes pierced Geralt. „Your father knew me well, I was a friend of his. Geralt of Riva is my name," Geralt said. „Geralt?" Aydan tilted his head and looked at him for a while. When he seemed to come to the conclusion that it really could be Geralt, he let go of his father's hand. „Where do you want me to go with you?" the little boy inquired hesitantly. „To my home, Kaer Morhen," Geralt explained and stood up. „I can't walk," Aydan said quietly, pointing to his leg, "My dad says it's broken. It was the monster." Nodding, Geralt took him in his arms. Aydan was lighter than he had expected. He almost looked emaciated. „How old are you?" Geralt asked as he walked toward Kaer Morhen. „Like this," Aydan said, holding up three fingers. Then his head sank against Geralt's chest and he instantly began to sleep. Three years, Geralt thought, that's pretty young. Maybe the little one can stay in Kaer Morhen.

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Ok I know that I have not written very much. How did you like the chapter?