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red belt - round eight

[this is a fanfic of the percy jackson series by rick rodrian. the characters do not belong to me.]

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Contrary to common beliefs, Bianca Di Angelo is still living. She was miraculously saved before Talos crushed her entire being. Everyone thought she had died, but in actual fact, she got hit hard in the head, as well as a metal rod impaling her, which led to a coma.

When she next woke up, she couldn't remember what had happened. She was lying on a bed, her hair a mess. She didn't recognise where she was, and even who she was! Her memory was a blank canvas, stripped of any colour, left bare for anyone who passes to leave a mark on her.

She frantically got up, scanning her surroundings, in search of an exit to leave the place. The lights were dim, but she could make out a small table with tons of books on it, as well as a huge shelf with even more books. She managed to locate a door, in which she used to leave. She walked down the hallway, which led to a dining room.

There was a man lying on a huge glass table, with a bow and arrow in hand. He had a baby-ish face, and had soft brown curls. He was wearing a robe, and nothing else. When he noticed her standing in the doorway, his face brightened up.

"Oh, hello my dear. Finally awake, I see. Come sit down." He gestured to the seat in front of him.

He slowly slid off the table, making a squelching noise as he did so. He walked, or more specifically waddled, to a counter nearby. When she did not move, still frozen in the entrance of the dining room, he chuckled.

"Come on dear. Did you lose your memory? You didn't forget me, did you? Now, come sit down and tell me what you can remember. You had a nasty concussion if I remember correctly."

She looked at him. Was it true? Could she have lost her memory? Sensing truth oozing out of the man in front of her, she sat down.

"Please tell me. Tell me everything. Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here? Who am I, even?" She blurted, unable to contain it anymore. If anyone would have answers it would be him. How else would she be in his house? Or was he in hers?

She looked at him, her eyes pleading with him to provide her answers.

He paused, turning around. "You really can't remember anything, huh?"

She nodded, her head bobbing furiously.

His eyes gleamed a little before he started to make coffee, stringing her on.

He placed the coffee mug on the table, sitting across from her.

"Well, first things first, I found you on the road, lying face flat on the ground. You were barely conscious. All I could hear was you mumbling. I picked you up and brought you here, and got a private doctor to help check up on you. You okay so far?"

She nodded.

"When the doctor came, he nursed you back to health, but you were still unconscious. After a few more checkups, he realised that you were in a coma. Your body had shut down. It was too much."

"How long was I in a coma for? And who am I exactly? Do you know?" She asked.

"Around 2 years. I have been taking care of you. I got help obviously. I couldn't leave an innocent soul alone. And as for who you are, I have absolutely no idea."

"Could I be called Emily?"

"Sure."

...

Nico walked in the city, looking at the lady in front of him. She was beautiful, he couldn't deny that. She had long blonde hair and striking blue eyes, although she was of the wrong gender. He looked her up and down, the skull ring on her finger caught his attention. His heart skipped a beat.