Novel & Cerita Another Fight For Remembrance

A middle-aged man and a younger man burst into the room. I didn’t recognize either of them. “Lily, you’re awake? Let me see you!” The young man, who didn’t seem like the emotional type, suddenly acted like a frantic child. He pushed the woman aside and tried to hug me. I pulled back, uneasy. “Hey, who are you? Don’t just grab people like that.” He froze as if struck by lightning, his whole body trembling. The middle-aged man went rigid too. His voice shook as he said, “She’s really lost her memory? Why would God punish me like this? She’s my only daughter. I never even had the chance to make things right.”

I whisper and bury the knife deep in her stomach. "Do you think I will let you come here and replace our people? Our mates? We have lost enough to the witches, and today, marks the beginning of war." I bury the knife in her thigh, and she screams in pain again. She belongs in hell and I will makes sure she returns there. "Tearing your throat wasn't a statement enough. But today, the world will know we have had enough" I draw out my phone and start to record. To fight the devil, you need to do more than what the devil does.

Emory said he was in and immediately started laying out a framework about who was allowed to cover their eyes and whether doing so forfeited your right to have opinions about the plot. “That’s not a rule,” Maekynzie said. “It’s a social contract.” “You had your eyes covered for forty-five minutes at the last one.” “I was acclimating. There’s a difference.” Chandler said something under his breath. Emory pointed at him across the table like he’d been caught. I ate another fry and let the noise do what it was supposed to do, which was take up space. My thigh throbbed once, deep and slow. I shifted right and reached for the lemon tea.

It would be won with memory, with love, and with the unity they had fought for, fought through. This time, they would not forget. This time, they would remember everything. And they would face the darkness together.

Close enough to feel the warmth of him through our sleeves. “You might. So might I. But I’d rather risk it than live like we never had it.” We sat there until the stars returned. Weeks later, we held the first Remembrance Night. No speeches. No ceremony. Just candles. One for every name. Mimi. Victor. Jules. Esteban. Linda. All of them. Some had betrayed us. Some had died saving us. Some had simply vanished into the cracks war leaves behind. The courtyard glowed gold and orange and soft white. Everyone stood in silence, candles cupped in their hands like prayers.

“We owe it to them, to remember their sacrifices and to ensure their legacies live on.” Athena steps forward, her voice steady as she addresses the gathering. “In the face of adversity, we have lost many brave souls. They fought for our future, and it is our duty to keep their memory alive. Let us take a moment of silence in their honor.” The pack bow their heads, a palpable sense of reverence enveloping them. I close my eyes, envisioning the faces of those who have fallen, friends, family, warriors. Each memory is a thread woven into the fabric of our community, reminding me of the strength that lay in our history.

Meanwhile, their so-called leaders were still nowhere to be found. With a slight limp, I made my way across the field to where I could find Rem. He had seemed to fair much better than most of us in this fight, but I wasn’t really all that surprised by it. He was a powerful fighter and smart enough to manoeuvre a battlefield. My memories might have returned to me, but I was never a fighter, not even in my previous lives.

“Talk to you about what?” “You know what. The whole hospital is talking about her waking up after a year. You were the only one who fought for her, to keep her alive. You were the only one who thought she would wake up. You wanted to keep her alive when everyone wanted to let her die.” “Some would say that means I’m too close to her and her case.” “Maybe, but maybe we need more doctors like you. Does she remember?” “No. She doesn’t remember a thing.” “How will you deal with that?”

All because of something that happened so long ago, no one even remembers the reason we fight each other now. When we finally turn the last corner and find the rest of our group again, I watch the fighting before me. I can already see many lost lives on both sides. This fight has gone on far longer than I could ever have imagined and there didn’t seem to be an end to it any time soon.

Every breath without you tastes like dust. I’m convinced even death would feel kinder than living in your absence. EZREAL’S POV The memory faded, leaving only the weight of it behind. “This fight,” I said softly, back in the present, “we will win. Because I’m not reacting anymore. I’m placing my pieces exactly where they need to be.” I straightened. “I’ll use every connection I have. Every favor. Every shadow. I’ll wage war on the Order of Thorn, on Lucien, on the Black Dogs–on anyone who stands in our way.”