One cannot simply have no trouble

Not going to lie, I never expected to be jailed again, then again life is full of surprises.

I tried mediating from old crusty book, but with the guards yelling from winning a simple game of Gwent. If it was me, I would destroy both with my one toe, not even a toe would be fair to them. As I am keeping myself from going insane, two of the guards could talking with someone. "where is the prisoner you caught this morning?" Two guards straight themselves up like pole, as they salute to the person "Marshal, his down this block" as they rush over like loyal group of hounds trying to please its master. They open the doors to jail cell, as one fat guard said " nice and easy prisoner, no sudden movement" with an underlining threat. The Marshall enters, with face of an elderly man, baring wrinkles on what used be an handsome face, with white hair bearing of his age as he wore an armor that looked flexible as if he able to spring in action in no time.

I laid there staring of at the so-called marshal, I gaze at him with a collected face baring personality of someone whose calm that one would not have with facing a higher up. " So why a noble person such of yourself be doing here in the gutters?"

The Marshal responded, " the young princess spoke of you as a charismatic person, I fail to see why".

I replied in a mocking tone " Maybe because you're not into men?"

One of the guards back hand me with his iron glove " watch you're tone prisoner your speaking to the marshal" As the guard growled as waiting for his master give the signal to rip me to shreds.

The Marshal Furrows his eyebrows " You sure have balls to speak to me like that boi, let see if your feisty in combat"

The Marshal turns to the jailers "release the prisoner and escort him to the training grounds" Soon the marshal walks away.

The Guards replied " yes sir" as they begin to drag me away as if I couldn't walk on my own.

Soon we had reached the training yard, as the guards throw me into the floor. I grunted as I landed with my face into the solid ground getting a mouth full of dirt.

"Seem like someone is hungry" as the marshal emerges from the barracks wearing a simple training clothes with two wooden swords.

He tosses me a wooden sword, as I catch from the air, now I'm teach these old dusty bones.

As I get into the position as Geralt taught me while he trained me, The Olden geezer gives an approving nod "seem like someone taught you will".

Soon we start sparring as I was itching to beat these dusty bones....

Few minutes later, I was laying on the floor while my chest was going up and down from how tired I was, the marshal barely breaking a sweat, as he loomed over me.

"eh? tired already, jeez and here I am the one with the old age" I quickly give him a glare as I throw a sneak attack at him, Of course the old bastard dodges, as he screams " SWORD OF LOVE" as it smacks on my head, as I dropped back onto the floor with a bump on my head.

As I hold my head in pain, as the old man is chuckling as if it was the funniest thing ever.

A young girl emerges from the palace as her hair flutters in the wind, as she faces bright up seeing the old geezer, she ran as she gives the old man a quick hug.

"old grandpa, are you bullying people again, Master Mousesack says it isn't nice bullying people" as the young girl says in a naïve tone.

The Marshall replies " HAHAHA, I was just teaching the ropes, well grandpa has paperwork to do, why don't you keep him accompany" as he begins to walk away.

As he left, an awkward silence came over us, as I begin to pick myself from the dirt floor. I lightly cough "It's nice seeing you again, Pavetta" She glares at me, "why didn't you visit me?" she gives a harsh tone, as she pout while walking away. I get up and try walking with her.

"I got into trouble" I said in an embarrassed tone as I rubbed my right arm with my left arm.

Pavetta humph away, as she walks after into the woods, while I quickly chase after her.

Soon we reach a quite little place, with flowers and sunny shining brightly down onto the forest. I whisper to her "shouldn't we even be here? I don't think it's safe without any guards" Pavetta said in an anger tone " why I have to fear? don't I have a Witcher with me?" I Sighed as I start to explain that I wasn't a Witcher, as it cut off due to Pavetta not wanting to hear my explanation. I sighed at this, as she was such a sweet shy girl when we first met during our time escorting them. She begins to read a poem, while I mediate on my book. Soon she drops it as she was obviously bored, she grabs my back and question. "what is this? what it means to control the beast" I sigh, I reached out my hand "come on Pavetta, just hand my book" She gives a mischievous grin. I sigh at myself, as I predicted, she ran off with my book, soon I chased after her, to make sure she won't be hurt. Or otherwise I defiantly don't want to bare the wrath of the lioness fury and I love to keep my body in one piece, as I pale at the thought that will happen to me.

While I was rushing toward her, I heard a scream, having no time to lose, I transform into a Purlovia. Worrying for her safety, as I ran on my four legs, with all my might. Rushing while letting my mind going wild with all the horrible things that could happen. I shook my head trying to get those ideas out of my head, as I got there, what I saw, will break something part of me. A beast finally breaking free from its cage as I let my fury, take a hold. For once in a lifetime, I won't run away, for once I will stand my ground whether it kills me or not. For I am the predator one should fear.