Half the world’s gone mad

The Avalon’s head wouldn’t stop throbbing. Despite his better judgement, Theo had been forcing the strange fungus down her throat for a week now and beyond anyone’s expectations, she had been doing better at remembering. This, of course, had unintended side effects, like horrible nightmares, that she woke up and remembered. Suddenly being overtaken by the sickening feeling of falling, and Sedna Archer’s smarmy smirking face burnt into the back of her eyelids every time she closed her damn eyes. She hated her. Hated what had happened. Hated that she didn’t know where she was or how to get home, and to top it all off, now there was an itch under her skin that no scratching would sate. Percy knew what it was, knew that it was dangerous to be alone (like she needed another excuse to avoid falling asleep), but it seemed no matter what she did, the feeling wouldn’t subside. Before the week was over, Phoenix was certain she would lose her mind.

Despite her better judgement she threw herself down to the ground, dragging her chest and neck through the grass, rear held high as she used her back legs to propel herself through the riverside grass, seeking any sort of contact that might alleviate the deep and burning need that coursed through her whole damn body. She eyed the water from the corner of her eye contemplating, perhaps if she threw herself in some of the burning need would be sated by the water...

"Percy". "Theo".