SCHMIGADOON: DAY ONE
I woke up this morning with a head full of new memories. Not — another universe memories. My universe. It's funny, I was so busy thinking I'd died on that bloody rock on Sodden Hill that I never stopped to think I might actually survive it. Chaos doesn't usually work this way in our world. You burn too brightly when you haven't the energy, and that's it. A body without its soul eventually collapses.
Now it turns out that I didn't die. Something far worse happens — I lost my chaos — and I betrayed have a lot to answer for. And Jaskier isn't here anymore for me to care for. Or Ciri. Or Geralt. Or even Tissaia or Triss.
Things unravelled as they always seem to. I could really use a familiar face from home Thankfully, we were able to pull through, this time with less casualties. But at least I know that my actions at Sodden Hill pushed Nilfgaard back for good.
I don't have Jaskier's singing voice or lyrical talents, so if I start singing, trust that I will knock myself unconscious to save you from it. You have my word.