Trying my hand at writing a Witcher story. Originally posted on Tumblr, but I've been getting very little feedback from readers, so I've created a profile to post stories on. I am working on getting an Archieve profile as well. Updates will appear first on my Tumblr page, then , then hopefully Archieve.
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Prologue: I'm Too Sober
"What's the point of having an eidetic memory if you don't use it for practical reasons?" it was the umpteenth time that Jazz's 'friend' harassed her for not knowing the class materials as well as she did. "You could literally memorize the entire textbook and class notes if you wanted to," her friend cocked a brow and placed her hands on her hips with some attitude. "I keep telling you to study, and here you are, playing this stupid game again."
Jazz, sat on her dorm bed, PS4 controller in hand and just stared at her friend, who stood directly in front of the tiny girl's view of the flatscreen behind. Truth be told, she was used to people nagging her for wasting her gift, but truth be told, her gift wasn't that great to begin with. "And I keep telling you that I have selective eidetic memory. I can't memorize material on command." that was the reality of Jazz's gift. She had no control over what she memorized. "And memorizing for the sake of passing an exam isn't the same thing as learning. Now would you kindly move?" Jazz made a gesture towards the door, "I need to kill a bruxa."
Her friend rolled her eyes before stomping out of the room, "Fine! But don't whine when you fail your class!"
Once the door slammed shut in the apartment, Jazz heaved a heavy sigh, throwing down the controller onto the blankets to her side and ran shaking hands down her face. "So easy for them to say that I should do something." No two individuals were the same, and to compare the lives of two people from two entirely different backgrounds was unfair to both parties. Most people didn't seem to understand this, but if they were going to be bull-headed, Jazz didn't feel the need to keep such people around.
You, dear reader, might now expect, that Jazz, feeling down on herself in that brief moment of weakness, will make some wish that she could be transported to the world of the Witcher because boohoo her nobody understands her. Ha, no. Jazz liked where she was in life. Granted it was difficult to find friends that understood and accepted her for all her flaws, but she had loving parents, and loving brothers. So no, Jazz had no wish to leave her current life. She was, in a sense, content.
So when she decided that her body required sustenance, and promptly got off her bed to open the door to the hallway, Jazz didn't expect to see the inside of a barn on the other side of said door. Nor did the university senior expect the edges of the door to be outlined with a glowing and otherworldly liquid blue. For a long moment, Jazz merely stood and stared at the portal, blinking once, twice, three times… then proceeded to closed the door and rub her eyes. "Holy fuck hard core hallucination much?" When she opened the door again, Jazz expected to see her dark apartment hallway… She expected too much.
"I'm not going insane… right?" a very valid question. One asked as the student pinched herself in the thigh. "Not dreaming either. But still… portal." a truly unremarkable observation, made only to herself, yet Jazz found that even saying so aloud was ludicrous. Then, snapping out of the dumbfounded induced trance, Jazz slammed the door shut and proceeded to crawl back in bed. "No. I'm not playing this game of mind tricks. I'm going to sleep, because evidently, that is what I need." She settled into a fetal position, and threw her comfortable down feathered blanket over her head. "No way I'm going through a portal made from my imagination."
A good few minutes passed, and Jazz began to doze off with the sound of the Witcher playing in the background.
BANG
Jazz's brown eyes popped open with a start, and she bolted upright in bed, heart jolting in her chest. Wordlessly, the small woman stared at the door, which had slammed open to reveal the strange portal. And for a few moments, nothing happened, just silence, staring, and "I Cannot Let You Leave" playing in the background.
Then, a jolt as the entire room shook, and a sudden force pulled the bed towards the door, prompting Jazz to hang onto the bed for her life. It came no surprise, however, when the full sized bed slid and jammed itself into the door. What came as a surprise was that a vortex seemed to suck everything in the room into the portal with a strong gust of wind.
Bracing herself, Jazz gapped, now completely awake, as her belongings flew past her and into the portal. "I'M NOT DRUNK ENOUGH FOR THIS SHIT!" Jazz bellowed and whined as she watched various articles of clothing fly past her head along with her expensive college textbooks and various novels. She waited, hoping that the vortex would cease its destruction of her room, but when it didn't, Jazz screamed in frustration, "FINE!"
Acting on impulse and pure frustration, Jazz turned her head, eyeing the various pieces of clothing before reaching out and snatching hold of her black wool coat. Once she put the heavy coat on, Jazz cursed at her stupidity, and let go of her bed, letting the vortex carry her into the portal.
The trans-dimensional opening pulled at her head, not really churning her gut, but made Jazz feel heavy headed and nauseous. And when she landed in the empty barn, the portal closing behind her, the first thing Jazz did was keel over with a sick groan and emptied her stomach on the floor.
"I hate portals."