collision → atla, reader insert

chapter one

―GREEN WAS THE FIRST COLOR SHE SAW.

     Slowly, the mess of colors sharpened into blue sky peeking in between a nearly opaque sheet of leaves. Eyebrows furrowed together as she blinked a few times, dampening her eyes.

     Out her peripherals, the deep browns of tree bark surrounded her. Forest green uneven shrubs sat further away, their berries sporting a dull purple from being either too ripe or not ripe enough. Stray twigs poked her back through her tunic with their naturally sharp ends.

     Lifting her head, a rush of pain began from the center of her forehead and traveled across her forehead, making her eyebrows impossibly scrunch closer together. With a quiet hiss, two palms flew to the sides of her head as it fell back to the ground.

     Just as quickly as the pain came, it went away. Going about another tactic, she hesitated before pushing herself up as quickly as possible so she had no choice but to stay upright. A triumphant smile couldn't form on her lips when it proved successful because of the slight dizziness that came with it.

     It was then she finally felt the soreness of her muscles from what she could only assume was from laying on the forest floor for . . . however long she was there. A few strands fell over her face in which she quickly brushed to the back of her head. She couldn't even begin to imagine what her hair looked like after, supposedly, sleeping on the ground. In fact, she couldn't even remember what her hair looked like before she slept on the ground.

     Thinking back to the night before, there was nothing. She tried remembering two days before, then three, then four, going back further and further. Nothing. She tried to recall past events―a bust. So, she tried to think of people―friends―family―pets―various figures came to mind, but their faces were blurred. Numerous voices echoed in her head, but they were unrecognizable.

     Not even a single name.

     Except one. [Y/N].

     She had no choice but to believe it was her own. There was no one to ask. Of course, she didn't know who to ask. And there was no telling if that person would take advantage of her lack of knowledge. She had to find a place to stay. Or, at least, civilization.

     Getting to her feet, she dusted every bit of dirt and small insects off her clothes. As she stood, a piece of cloth slid off her body and into a heap on the ground. At first, she thought it was a blanket, but when she picked it up, the hood and clip revealed it was a cloak.

     Before a question could come to mind to send her thoughts spiraling, a pain shot above her left eyebrow causing her to fall onto her knees. Her vision was obstructed, but the appearance of the twinkling stars reassured her that it was only a night sky.

     Knee length grass tickled her legs and she realized stood in the midst of a small field. The forest she'd woken up in had disappeared and the Moon was the only source of light. The weight in her hands also vanished. The cloak was gone.