{Everything I was told my whole life was a lie

[anewtruth]

Who: Princess Cirilla of Centra anewtruth [Netflix canon-4th Wall Visitor] & OTA
What: Crisis On Infinite Dreamwidths catch-all
When: Aug 12-18, 2022
Where: MetaHumans universe, Sunset Falls
Content Warnings: Updated as needed
Other Notes: HMU on Ciri's HMD / @ loyalwolf[#3540] on plurk[/discord] for something specific!

help me find a new truth.

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[anewtruth]

Her chin lifts, a clear defiance at the demands being made of her as much as a statement of not being afraid of her. Ciri would rather not… scream and collapse an entire building but she knows she could, at least, defend herself if she has to.

“My mother’s name was Pavetta Fiona Elen. Daughter of The Lioness of Cintra. House of Raven.”

[ashenlass]

Ciri froze when she wanted to run, as her sword lowered and the muggy thoughts of Eredin's blank promises and threats clouded her mind. She'll not abandon you.

— You always were an unruly child. I adored that about you

"My mother is-" Ciri's sword lowers as she shakes, "My mother is—"

"Yennefer, Vesemir, I—

My name is Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon"

Ciri ducked her head and screamed.

[anewtruth]

“That. Isn’t. Possi—” her words are cut short as that scream rings through the room, and it feels like it’s ringing inside of her head. Everything around them shakes violently, falls to the floor, shatters to pieces, and all Ciri knows is she has to stop her.

“STOP!” She screams, and it echoes against the matching one reverberating around them, but she doesn’t want to meet destruction with more of the same. Instead she tries to reach into the few sparse lessons Yennefer had given her, focus her Chaos and do… something. Anything to just make her stop screaming.

She wrenches one hand to the side— if she could use a little telekinesis to just knock the wind from her, it would be enough, but Ciri knows she isn’t trained well, she can’t control any of this, so all she can do is try and hope it works.

[ashenlass]

"STOP"

The Chaos churns as it does; an unknowable sea, a tempestuous current. Ciri severed her sword and her connection to the other world.

"Ciri—"

The wild haired, green eyed girl almost ounced on her doppelganger. She caged her hands around her and whispered

"This is dangerous, we have to talk—run"

[anewtruth]

In this moment, feeling even more out of her depth than usual, she doesn’t hesitate to listen to the instruction. She knows when she needs to heed to the more experienced.

She keeps one hand wrapped tightly in the older woman’s and runs as fast as she can, out of the building. Ciri isn’t sure how long or how far they need to go, but she’s not letting this mirror out of her sight.