all our broken skies, a kotlc + pjo/hoo fanfic

chapter one

A blonde girl woke up in a park, lying on back, staring at the sky. She squinted, raising a hand to shield her eyes before slowly sitting up. No one else was around, which seemed kind of suspicious.

The girl slowly sat up, unfurling her left hand to reveal a piece of paper. She frowned as she read the messy, hastily written message.

Your name is Sophie Elizabeth Foster. You are eighteen. You have amnesia. You're in New York City, in the United States. Try not to get yourself killed while we appeal to your judges. xoxo. - L, T, D.

Sophie reread the words a couple of times. Amnesia. New York City. Judges. L, T, D. She exhaled slowly and searched her memory for anything that could support this weird letter.

And came up with nothing, which kind of proved the amnesia thing.

She turned the scrap of paper over, but it was blank. Just those thirty-four words of almost nothing important. The least the writers could've done was spell out their entire names. How was she supposed to find someone with L, T, and D?

Sophie sighed and tucked the paper into her pocket, slowly getting to her feet. Despite the hot summer weather, she was wearing jeans, a pair of black boots, and a teal sweater. A sweater. She must've been insane to wear this.

As she studied the teal, her stomach knotted up, overwhelming sadness bubbling up. Sophie bit back a sob and frantically swiped at the tears sliding down her face. The teal reminded her of something—someone?—and it was like getting punched in the gut.

Okay, take a deep breath, and calm the frick down, Sophie thought. She inhaled, closing her eyes and taking in the rich smell of the park before releasing her breath. It smelled like flowers, burning pavement, hotdogs, pretzels, and ice cream.

Sophie wiped the last tears from her face, burying the sadness deep in her mind, and marched towards the sound of chatter. She wasn't sure what, exactly, she was supposed to be doing, but she hoped she'd find some answers.

Finally, she spotted the sound. There was an amphitheater nestled in the hill, and there were several food stands along the sides. People were everywhere, some ordering, some sitting on the stone benches, some standing and talking. Sophie smiled a little at the normality of it and started down towards it.

Someone shoved past her, their shoulder connecting painfully with her. "Hey!" Sophie shouted, whirling around, but they were already gone. She frowned, then slowly looked down at her hand. Whoever they were, they'd passed her a piece of paper. The blonde carefully unfolded it.

There's a storage container with everything you need two blocks east of here. Number is 77. This is the most we can do right now. xoxo. - L, T, D.

Sophie glanced back at where the person had gone. Maybe they'd been one of these mysterious people that were allegedly trying to help her—L, T, and D. Why can't they just help me there?

She sighed and shook her head. This was dumb, following these strangers blindly. What if they were some psychos who had kidnapped her, and this was just some game to them? Maybe her name wasn't even Sophie.

"Hey, you okay?" A guy around her age smiled at her, shifting the child he was holding. Something about his messy black hair seemed familiar—maybe she'd known someone who had a similar style?

Sophie blinked. "Uh, yeah." She shook her head a little.

"Sorry, you just looked kind of—" He made a vague motion with his free hand.

Oh. She laughed. "Yeah, I was just thinking. It's my first time in New York, and I got a little lost." It wasn't technically untrue. Sophie was pretty certain that she'd never been here, and yeah, she was super lost. "Is that your daughter? She's adorable."