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Chapter 1:
The words Geralt said to him keep ringing in the bard's ears. Jaskier doesn't think as he rushes into the wooded area just running blindly with his lute in one hand and wiping tears with the other.
How could he have even thought Geralt could have an ounce of sympathy for him? He had constantly bugged him and followed him about, increasing his chance of being in danger. Yet he was stupid and idiotic to assume the witcher actually cared at all about him.
Jaskier should never have gone with the Witcher in the first place. He had immediately fallen for the huge, grunting, hero. He always thought Geralt was different from the way people described Witchers. He was not evil or a monster that killed monsters. Instead, Geralt was truly a hero; a hero who he hoped had more emotions than anger, irritation, and annoyance. But he was proven wrong in that, so completely wrong that he was out here because the Witcher had destroyed him completely. With just a few words Geralt had ripped his heart.
Jaskier thought that Geralt, in his own way, did accept and like him. He was proven falsely however and he knew now to never cross paths with the Witcher or any Witcher for that matter again.
Jaskier goes a long way in the first now, just running and stumbling about until he stills when spotting a clearing. The clearing is a truly beautiful site to uphold; a sight the bard would have perhaps composed a ballad for had he not felt that something was stabbing his voice and his heart.
He immediately bent down by the small lake or pond or whatever the hell it was and drank huge gulps of water.
He sighed and decided to sit down a minute as he tuned his lute. As he was doing so he heard the snap of a branch right behind him.
Jaskier immediately stood up as he looked around in a rising panic. "Geralt," He said carefully, "Is that you?"
Jaskier hears another snap, a bit lighter but still noticeable.
"Geralt. Tell me its just you. Don't do this Geralt. Just come out, okay? If its you come out please. I know your trying to teach me a lesson but that's good enough. Now come on then get out of the bush your hiding from." Jaskier say trying to be loud as possible and hopefully scare the thing he's unfortunately up against.
The next thing he knows is there is a bag being put over his head and he feels a sharp pain as some hard stone or stick forcefully makes contact with his head. He hears faint voices of laughter as his mind goes blank he and slowly starts seeing darkness as he closes his eyes.