Amnesiac AU writing! Finally! Basically just Graecie encountering the ice wall for the first time. ALSO, the most recent lore stream? Graecie becoming leader of the Nightingales? So many parallels-
Graecie slowed her ship as something came into view. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the giant wall of ice in front of her, and a shiver ran down her spine. It loomed over her menacingly, and she didn’t like it at all. Not one bit.
Suddenly, Graecie’s vision went black. She was running… and then there was the sound of breaking ice. She was falling. Water filled her lungs. She couldn’t breathe. It was so cold. She was going to die.
As she thought that, she heard a voice shouting from above, a voice that was unfamiliar but one she’d also heard before. “Graecie! No!”
She tried to kick her legs, but the water was so cold, and it was draining her strength. Graecie’s eyes fluttered closed, and her muscles relaxed. She was going to die. She was going to drown. She didn’t have the energy to keep fighting.
Distantly, Graecie heard a splash. She fought to open her eyes, looking up to see a small figure jump into the water, swimming strongly straight towards her. Her eyes closed again, but a hand gripped her arm, pulling her towards the surface. She tried to help as much as she could, kicking her legs weakly, but it was just… so… hard.
Ground. Solid ground. She collapsed, coughing up water. But she was still so cold. She just wanted to rest. She could just close her eyes now, couldn’t she? She could close her eyes, and go to sleep. That sounded like a good idea. A pair of bright eyes met hers, one blue, one green, filled with worry. She was being shaken. Why was she being bothered? She just wanted to go to sleep.
Graecie jumped back, banging her head against the mast of her ship. Shaking her head and blinking rapidly, she glanced at the ice wall again. She wasn’t even wet, and though there was a chilly wind, she wasn’t that cold.
“What was that?” Graecie demanded. Of course, there was nobody around to answer her. There was nobody but herself. So what had she just seen? There had been someone with her. Someone she’d known. But she didn’t know anybody with multi-colored eyes. Who had that been? Was she going crazy?
I can’t stay here, Graecie thought to herself. She gripped her steering wheel tightly, backing her ship up, away from the ice wall and turning around. I have to get out of here. Her breaths were coming in short, ragged gasps, and her knuckles were turning white from gripping the wheel so hard.
"I don't know what that was," she said to herself. "But I'm coming back to this place. And I'm going to get to the bottom of it."