Ancient Wanderers - The Witcher

Chapter 15: Letters of Love and Mourning

Just as I told you in my last letter: no, the stubborn Witcher has yet to reply to a single communication. My poor raven, yes the new one is named Cáerme as well, despises attempting to find the man. But she always does. I must admit I am beginning to wonder why I attempt to write him at all.

But enough about me. What of you and your muse? I must hear everything.

As always, I have included my thoughts on your new ballad draft.

Never change,

Nessa.

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The s̶o̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶e̶x̶, they often call it. Fairer sex. I really must question your opinion of women, Jaskier. Remind me to slap you when I see you next.

But her love's as unfair as a crook.

It steals all my reason, commits every m̶u̶t̶i̶n̶y̶. Treason.

Of logic with naught but a look

A storm raging on the horizon

Of longing and heartache and lust

She's always bad news, y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶l̶w̶a̶y̶s̶ ̶l̶o̶s̶e̶. It's always lose-lose

So tell me, love, tell me, love, how is that just?

But the story is this:

She'll destroy with her sweet kiss, her sweet kiss

But the story is this:

She'll destroy with her sweet kiss

Her w̶e̶b̶ is pulling you closer. Current.

A charge in the hot, humid night

The red sky at dawn is giving a warning, you fool

Better stay out of sight

I'm weak my love, and I am wanting

If this is the path I must trudge

I'll welcome my sentence, give to you my p̶e̶n̶i̶t̶e̶n̶c̶e̶. Penance.

Garroter, jury, and judge

But the story is this:

She'll destroy with her sweet kiss, her sweet kiss, o-oh

But the story is this:

She'll destroy with her sweet kiss, o-o-o-o-oh

But the story is this:

She'll destroy with her sweet kiss, her sweet kiss, o-oh

But the story is this:

She'll destroy with her sweet kiss, o-o-o-o-oh

The story is this:

She'll destroy with her sweet kiss

You really were not subtle with this one, Jaskier. But when are you ever?

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Jaskier,

Pavetta and Duny are dead. Their ship sank in the Sedna Abyss. A part of me wonders if she knew. She was so adamant that Ciri and I remain in Cintra. But I will never know, will I?

It is time for me to say goodbye to this kingdom. Months have already turned into years. How silly of me to not realize, despite seeing the time pass by watching Ciri grow. Maybe Destiny is at work after all. I doubt the girl will remember me if we meet again, even if she may cry when I bid her farewell.