Novel & Cerita A Misty Memory

“Yes, if the rain does not stop until noon, we just have a closing ceremony then go home. That's what I heard.” “Hear from where?” Debbie is curious how others can know such things. Though if Debbie had paid a little attention to her surroundings, she would also have been able to know like the others. “The mentor gave orders to the senior." Amy replied innocently. Debbie took a deep breath. “Our memories are full of General rainwater...” Lamented, the rain that fell only made her spirit overflow. “Dude, what can we do?”

New Start My eyes were blurred by tears as I walked out from our house. My hands are shaking so badly that I am having a hard time opening my car. My first thought is to go to Maia's house. It's already late in the evening but I can't think of some place that I could stay in. Pearl's place is also not available as she is missing. I don't know where did she go. I was about to start the engine when I remembered that I forgot to bring my things with me. I need to get it. But I don't know how to go back there. My dad probably will throw or destroy my things if he sees me.

She shrugged and answered “I honestly don’t really remember…I just remember it was when I was trying to run away from them the first time…I remember attacking and then I think I used the mist…but I don’t remember….it’s all kind of blurry…” She shook her head as it hurt to try and remember. He looked at her and smiled “oooh…I know…you must have used some life flow to suck the life from him….that would explain you not remembering all of it…you have done it before too then passed out…what happens is you get all scary and then purple mist fills the area and then it can do whatever it wants….like you control it, but also don’t” He explained. She scrunched her eyebrows together and thought about i

Faded. Pieces of memories. But the pieces… are vague.

CHAPTER 25 – Flame Twins Rowan sat cross-legged on the floor of Mistara’s chamber, the low glow of enchanted lamps casting soft shadows on the walls. The air smelled faintly of ash and herbs. Mistara knelt across from her, hands hovering above a shallow bronze basin filled with flickering blue-and-gold flames. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Mistara asked, her voice cautious. “Once we enter the flame-memory, there’s no turning back until it’s done. You’ll see what the fire wants you to see.”

Misty moaned aloud in pain as she tried to sit up straight. Her eyes opened to take in a plain white room with nothing except a bed that she was laying on. She felt a hand roaming on her midriff softly. Instinctively she pushed the hand away and scrambled back quickly. "You need to stop pushing me away.", Eric said with a sigh as he grabbed her again instantly in his arms. "What's going on?", Misty couldn't remember a thing about what had happened and how she got here.

And as the morning sun bathed the garden in golden light, Zain's ambitions burned brighter. Misty led the way with confident steps until they came to a halt at the entrance of a garden maze. She turned to Hazel with a sparkle in her eyes. "This maze... it used to be my playground. I spent countless hours here with my friends, laughing, getting lost, and finding our way out again," Misty said, filled with nostalgia and a hint of mischief as she traced her fingers along the edge of a nearby hedge. Hazel's gaze swept over the tranquil surroundings, the lush greenery, and the majestic mountains in the distance. "Is this place far from the city?" she asked, struck by the serene beauty surrounding

I eyed the scar on my chest and rubbed it tenderly. This only trigged the memory that the mist had relentlessly played… the memory of me getting stabbed over and over again, the pain that I felt in that moment, the fear that I was going to die without ever achieving anything, and the worst of all, the look in Javier’s eyes. The twisted look that the mist showed me and not the real look. I could hardly recall what the actual memory was, the twisted one was so vivid and clear. It was all I saw every time I closed my eyes.

It spread quickly, rolling low across the ground before lifting higher, swallowing the houses one by one. Within moments, the entire settlement was wrapped in it. Eira grabbed my wrist. “Windows,” she said. We moved fast, checking every crack and corner, pressing cloth along the edges of the frames. “Is it dangerous?” I asked. “Not exactly dangerous,” she said after a moment. “Just… not meant for everyone.” “That doesn’t sound comforting.” She glanced at the thick mist outside before speaking again. “It’s called the Memory Veil. It fills the empty spaces history left behind—the parts that were lost or erased. When it shows up, it means the past and the present are beginning to collide agains

*Fiona* I’m lying in my bed in the tower, but everything is hazy. A thin mist hangs around the perimeter of the room, one I can’t see through. The mist obscures even the windows. Moonbeams cut through the fog in hazy stripes. I can’t remember what was going on a few moments ago, but I remember Varek was here.