To the Wicked World

Anastasia

Once upon a December, 5th decade in for sweet little Anastasia. Powers growing endlessly, becoming more powerful day by day. As a fairy-witch, the most powerful being of all the land. The current queen, Ciri and her mate Geralt were a little scared for her getting her powers a little early since Ciri didn't get hers til she was 10 where she understood what they were all about better and others wanting her for their own good. Ciri's mother told her to just keep an close eye on her and have guardians are her at all times.

The first guardian was a bear. She wanted a lycan but the only ones left was her family and they were the top guardians of the land. But the bear would do as good as them.

Adam, was the number one top shape for a bear. He was huge, as in buff. Had a little gut because all he did was eat. He was the age of 17 and saw Ana as a little sister. When he wasn't around Ana, he would be in training and finishing up his home schooling. But she would be safe in another guardians hands. Oliver, a wolf. He was the age of 25, 2nd best warrior of their kind. He had her durning the days that Adam had school or when he was in training if her parents didn't have her. Which was offen because they were always busy with what was going on around the land.

By the 10th decade came, she had full control of her powers. With a snap or even a wave of her hand she could do anything. Even with a blink of an eye she could move things by looking at them and thinking what she wanted to do. Ciri, had gathered all the witches and elves that lived on the land and had them train and help her with them. The witches helped her with the easiest things they could think of. The elves well that was kinda hard for them because their thing was weapons and fighting. That's where her 3rd guardian came in. He was the number one warrior in the dragon clan. Phillips, was the dragon kings son and he was just the age 16. He was a fire breathing dragon and learned how to breath it at the age of 10 and learned how to fight at the same age. So yes, he was perfect for this.

He helped along the way when they needed someone to train on, since he can heal faster than anyone in the land and hardly get hurt by how strong his body armor/scales are. It took a lot for him to get hurt.

By the time Anastasia turned 13, she mastered all types of weapons from the elves, masters all types of spells from the witches, learned movement speeds from some of the vampires that lived there. Which came in handy since she's a fairy and they were fast. But when it came to her fairy magic, her mother had helped her with along side the number one fairy warrior across the land that helped all the fairies. Good or bad.

By the time she was 15 years old, she started working on her hand to hand combat skills. She wanted to learn just as much as her father wanted her to learn as well. Her mother not so much.

That day was horrible for Ciri watching Geralt help Anastasia in that with a little help from all her guardians.

"Geralt, I swear to goddess if you hurt my baby girl."

"Our baby girl,"

"Yes, our baby girl. If you hurt her I'm gonna hurt you."

"She'll get hurt but that's all in the training."

"Just don't hurt her to death please." Ciri said.

Geralt sighed then hugged his wife. "Dear, I won't. If I think she has had enough I'll stop it all."

"Promise?" She said giving him her best puppy eye look.

Geralt just chuckled. "Yes, dear. I promise. Now I have to get everything all set up for her." He told her then left after kissing her on the cheek.

When Geralt got to the training field, he saw Anastasia fighting with William, an elf warrior, with a katana. He stood there watching the whole thing. Ana stepped forward went to hit William in the chest but he counteracted the move and hit her with the end of his staff but she stopped him with her katana then did a back flip and kicked him in the chest sending him flying 5 feet away from her. As she landed on both her feet and one hand, she looked up huffing and puffing, from the fight.

William kicked up back on his feet and went to attack her but Geralt had stopped it.

"Enough! Take a 5 minute break." Geralt had called out.

Anastasia stood up and looked at her father. "But father you had said we were training today."

"Yes, my dear Ana. But they say I see your working hard on poor little William, your both out of breath. I believe you hurt the poor elf.

William huff. "Please, I'm fine." He said as he sent the weapons they were using away. "She's just getting good. I just feel sorry for the lucky bastard that ends up with her as a mate." He said laughing.

"Hey," Ana had said sending a puddle of water at him.

"Awe princess, see your summon skills are working great." Charles, a summoning dragon, had said walking up to them with Phillips.

"Yes, the water, ice, wind, and snow is mastered. I still have a little problem with fire and I'm almost have it with earth. I have the sand part down its the rest of it. But I'll get it."

"Just wait when you can have all of them moving around together as one like me." Charles had said as he moved his hand up some and summoned all the elements in a tornado.

It was pretty looking to Anastasia but she never got how ice, snow, and water never disappeared with the fire in there. But once day she'll get there.

She smiled at him as she watched how he moved everything together then just like fireworks, they all exploded together and disappeared.

About 10 minutes later, Anastasia and Geralt went at it in hand to hand combat. As her Guardians all stood by and watched with some of the others that helped her as well. With how good her father was, she lost her footing half the time. Until she had got pissed the last time and slammed her foot down on the ground sending a wave of the ground at Geralt. He saw it and tried to jump over it but at the last second, a force of something had grabbed him and slammed him down hard. When Anastasia saw what she had did, she fell to the ground on her knees, starting to tear up. Phillips ran to her as the others ran to Geralt's side.

When Phillips got to her, he had wrapped his arms around her and held her. William and Charles helped Geralt up from the ground and Charles used his wind to blow off the dirt from Geralt.

"I'm fine, just winded." He had said as he walked over to his daughter. "Ana," he had said.

Anastasia looked up at her father with tears in her eyes. Phillips helped her up but kept a hand on her back.

"Honey, I am fine. And your mother was worried that I was gonna hurt you." Geralt had said rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm sorry. Do I need to heal you?" Ana asked her father.

"No, I don't think so. I'll be fine in a few hours."

"God that was amazing though." Adam had said.

"Sure was." Oliver had said grinning from one ear to the other. "And I thought her mother was powerful, I think she has her beat."

"Like I said earlier, I feel sorry for the lucky bastard that's her mate." William had said.

"Oh, hell yea. Think she was feisty then and now. Wait til she gets older and with kids. God, they are gonna be worse." Frank has said. He was a vampire, stays in the shadows mostly to observe.

"Wait when did you get here?" Oliver asked.

"Over been here. Its just the sun is too bright."

"You have a daylight ring on though." William said.

"I know, just don't really care for the sun." Frank had said.

"Well I think she's had enough for today." Phillips had said, looking down at Anastasia.

"Ana, are you okay?" Geralt asked.

"Y-ye-yes." She tried to get out then looked at everyone. "I just, I need to go." Anastasia said then changed into her fairy form and left.

Phillips fell forward on his hands on the ground but caught himself. He growled a little started to shift to go after her but Geralt put a hand on his arm.

"Let her be. She's not going far." Geralt had said.

"You sure about that?" Adam asked that.

"Yes, we would know if she left the land." He had said then turned to head back toward the castle. "Just got back to what y'all were doing!" He yelled out. "Frank, come!"

Frank ran over to him and bowed his head. "Yes?"

"Keep an eye on her for me?"

"Yes, my king." Frank had said then disappeared into the shadows.

As Geralt went into the castle, Anastasia roamed the land. She was hurt that she may had hurt her father. Not being to use her summon in a hand to hand combat, but she was getting pissed off that her own father was kicking her ass. She would win fights with the others but with him it was different.

As she flew around, she listened to her surrounding, just to make sure she wasn't going out of her way or not. That was one thing she was told not to do. Leave the land. But times, she would just do that to get away from some how, they would find out that she did and find her.

What do y'all think? Was Anastasia too hard on Geralt?

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