A/N: dedicated to _annii 😌
nulla. Nia
The concrete is cold beneath Nia's back, and a shiver runs up her spine as a strong wind sweeps through the night air. she can't see anything, save for the stars up in the inky sky. her muscles are on fire. Moving is also excruciating, so she lies still.
Beside her, another girl mutters to herself, but she can't tilt her head to confirm. the roof of her mouth tastes of dirt
where is she? How did she get here?
Head empty, no thoughts literally
While attempting to wriggle her fingers, Nia puts the rest of her energy into searching her memory for clues.
Nothing. nothing comes up.
She's shaking now, an unexplained grief washing over her.
Someone. Anyone. Think think think
She feels herself slipping, losing consciousness.
A name. A place. Anything.
but this is a fight she can't win, and as she listens to a police officer talking to another in the distance, her eyes shut against her will
"I'm sorry," she murmurs, but she's not sure why.
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hiraeth
Poetrycontext: nia and enne wake up with no memories of narnia or their previous life. they go to camp half-blood. chaos woooo - *hi! so this takes place AFTER Morologus, but it's like a pjo x morologus crossover think of this as a fanfic....of a fanfic s...