Siren's Call

Siren's Call

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Jaskier turns and runs, feet digging desperately for traction in the slippery sand. Geralt barely notices the wounds in his leg and side as he gives chase, silver sword shining in his hand. Jaskier is surprisingly fast, no doubt used to fleeing at the drop of a hat when things get rough with an angry paramour or monster. He would probably have lost a normal man in the shifting dunes, or managed to escape to the nearby forest to hide. Geralt is no normal man. A story about a not completely human Jaskier
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Reader falls into the Witcher universe. _____ Your head pounds. The world around you spins, the ground beneath you uneven and damp. You blink hard, trying to clear your vision, but the dim light does little to help. Trees loom overhead, their twisted branches clawing at the sky, and the wind whispers through the leaves in a language you don't understand. This isn't right. You push yourself up on shaking arms, hands sinking into mud and brittle leaves. "Where am I?"

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