Wednesday, Primora Academy
9:00 am
Nia's eyes open, a film of grogginess cast over her sight. Blurry shapes and colors form until they blend, making it increasingly difficult to tell where she currently lies. Blinking away the powder's effects, the Magnorolian is able to make out trees and moss. The leaves sway, but she feels no breeze. Upon further inspection of the land she has found herself, Nia spots another person.
The confusion on her face grows exponentially and she lifts from her lying position. A young woman lay, unconscious, several feet away. As Nia sits up, a cool metal ring hits her shoulder. Panic lights up her features as her fingers find the collar around her neck. The memory of the woman from the woods hits her and she leans forward, panting with fear, unable to understand what is happening.