Music of the Sirens – A Witcher Story

Jaskier woke up in the middle night and could not get back to sleep. Something about the sounds that Geralt and Yennefer made him frustrated and restless. He could not get back to sleep. He decided to go on a little walk to clear his head. The noises happened a lot since the events in Rinde. Noises that Jaskier had made with many ladies but perhaps not so animalistic. It would not have been a problem if they were not roughing it. If they were in town he would have his own room or some pretty girl’s room and plenty of peace and quiet and maybe even a good time. Instead, they were off on one of Geralt’s adventurers which made some of the best songs but Yennefer had to tag along which left him as the odd one out.

As he got clear of the campsite, he heard the sounds of the forest again and he breathed in deep and let the breath out. He took a few more steps and he thought he heard music. He headed in that direction and then he was absolutely sure it was music. In fact, the song was very familiar. It was really old but Jaskier made it his business to know every song he could find in the world. He walked closer to the singing. He found it easy, each step felt like he was walking on air. He started to sing along with the beautiful female voice. His voice was joined with two other female voices in return. He happily headed that way to impress some young maidens.

Geralt pulled his clothes back on quickly, business-like as usual. Yennefer still lay on the bedroll on the ground, lounging luxuriously. She did not have the physical stamina that Geralt had so she was still on the ground for the moment.

“Was I that boring?” Yennefer asked. “You look like you’re about to run.”

Geralt let out one of his usual amused grunts. “Hmm. Jaskier is missing,” he said. “I should go and find him before he gets himself into trouble.”

“The little bard will be fine on his own for a little bit,” Yennefer said. “You indulge him too much. Have a drink with me.”

“He’s been gone for quite a while,” Geralt said. “Far too long.” He grabbed his sword and belted it on.

“You noticed him leaving during?” Yennefer asked, her eyes narrowing. Her pride was officially wounded.

“I notice everything during,” Geralt said. “Everything. A Witcher must remain alert always.” He was absolutely serious, not a hint of teasing in his voice. It made it sting all the more.

“I’ll have to try harder next time,” Yennefer said with a wicked smile. “I’ll make you forget the world.”

“Maybe later,” Geralt said with a slight smile. “For now, I have a bard to find and probably rescue. Stay here.”

“Stay here?” Yennefer said with a pout. “Do you know me?”

He started to move through the woods, looking for signs of Jaskier’s trail. He picked up the bard’s trail easily. Jaskier was not really subtle and he had left an obvious trail.

Meanwhile, Jaskier had joined the three beautiful maidens in the clear spring that they were bathing in. For some reason, it did not seem strange that they were bathing naked in a spring in the middle of nowhere late at night. He did not think it was strange that they wanted to sing with him and that they wanted him to join them instead of fleeing or covering their shame. He had plenty of experience with debauchery and he knew that he was quite handsome. He had slept with nobility and farmgirls alike. He was definitely well-traveled.

However, he was definitely confused when one of them seized him and started to drown him. The woman pushed him under the water as he struggled. She brought him up and passed him to another girl and then that girl shoved him under. They were laughing, nearly killing him over and over. These murderous harpies were having fun while he was choking on spring water. One of these times, he was going to go under and not come up.

Suddenly, the grip on him loosened and he surfaced to see the young woman being stabbed by Geralt’s silver sword. Blood sprayed everywhere and Jaskier scrambled for the safety of the ground. Geralt was already on the second woman and now Jaskier could see how monstrous they were. They were beautiful but they had scales and sharp teeth. Before the third woman could sneak up on Geralt from behind, Yennefer appeared and sucked the air from the thing’s lungs with a gesture. It was easy for Geralt to slit their throats.

“Sirens,” Geralt said simply, gesturing at the bloody bodies. Yennefer was standing behind him looking quite smug. Jaskier rolled his eyes at her.

Jaskier coughed up a little water and nodded. “You don’t say,” he said.

<Jaskier/Geralt/Yennefer was suggested by fellow BloggessFam member @aryooki on Twitter>

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2 Responses to “Music of the Sirens – A Witcher Story”

  1. rolandclarke Says:

    Fitting fan-tribute to my favourite White Wolf – and fitting end to another bardic misadventure.

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