Shadows and The Sea - The Darkling

Amnesia & Not Grisha

Third POV

A soldier working on the drydeck of Kribersk was cleaning the deck of one of the new skiffs that just arrived when he looked up to the massive storm that plagued Ravka for nearly 400 years. As his eyes scanned the length of the dark mass, he noticed a rippling start to form at the edge. He walked closer to the edge of the land ship and squinted his eyes to try and identify if he was seeing things.

THe ripples became larger and a figure emerged through the inky darkness of the Fold. They stumbled a few steps before falling to their knees and finally collapsing onto the dry ground.

"Lieutenant!" he shouted in shock.

A man dressed in dark green walked over to the man who had caused such a commotion. "What is it, son?" he asked.

The man in question said nothing but extended his hand to point at the fallen figure on the dirt. The higher rank followed his gesture until he gazed upon the same person the younger man had glued his eyes on.

"Medic!"

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Percy's POV

Everything was dark.

I couldn't feel the wind of the storm anymore. Where's Mrs. O'Leary? Where the Hades am I?

My body felt like it was floating at first but then I could slowly feel the sensation of my body laying on a soft surface. I could feel my fingers and toes tingle as feeling crept back into my muscles.

Muttering voices started to register in my brain and it became clearer and clearer as I started to realize that I was waking up. My eyes fluttered open and I was met with tan fabric hanging above me.

A tent. I'm in a tent.

I slowly turned my head to the right and saw similar cots to mine lined in a row. Some were occupied and some weren't but all the people in the tent laying down seemed to be injured to some degree. I'm in a medical tent.

A medical tent? Who the Hades uses those anymore?

With a grunt of slight pain, I sat up and tried to find my bearings. Everything still felt kind of fuzzy but it's not the worst thing I've dealt with.

I walked slowly towards the opening of the tent and promptly collided with someone taller than me.

I stumbled back a couple of steps but was caught by the arm. I looked to see who caught me and they were wearing a deep red coat with silver detailing.

"Careful there. You're still recovering from your little excursion through the Fold," the man said with a gentle British accent that became a tad patronizing at the end.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, still a bit disoriented.

"You came running out of the Fold with minimal injuries. Where are you from? Your clothes are not from anywhere I've seen before," he interrogated as he led me back to the cot I started in.

"I..I don't know. Where am I? Who are you?" I stuttered out. When in doubt, pretend to have amnesia.

"My name is Peter. You're in the First Army camp in Kribirsk, Ravka," he answered me.

Okay then. Looks like amnesia is gonna have to stick for a while. Where the Hades is Ravka?

"Where are you from? You don't speak like anywhere I've heard of."

I..I don't know. I can't remember," I said back.

"Do you remember who you are?" he asked.

"I think my name's...Persephone. Persephone Jackson" I answered. I contemplated giving a fake name but I wasn't going to remember it in ten seconds so I didn't want any confusion or accusations that I was lying. Which I am but that's not the point.