Does History Repeats Itself Novels & Stories

I finished for him. “Exactly. What we’ve learned, is that it has happened more than I think anyone realizes. Its actually common, especially when there are two princesses in one generation. But what we won’t learn from these books, is your future. Because nothing ever repeats it seems.” He sighs and runs his hand over his face while I understand his frustration finally. I can share it. Hours spent. And all we learned, was that we had no idea what was to come. “so what do Oly and I do now?”

I think I'm starting to fall in love with you. Without Kenzo and Khanza noticing, someone was watching from behind the wall beside the open door. He — Keanu, was observing Kenzo and Khanza while clenching his fists. His jaw tightened and the next second, Keanu closed his eyes. Beside him, Ven's transparent figure looked just as frustrated. Keanu had heard everything from Ven. All the things that happened to Khanza and their connection with what happened two hundred years ago. “Keanu, I really can't see big sister Khanza and big brother Kenzo like this. I won't be able to see history repeating itself. Because I remember all my life in the past. This is too much, Keanu. Can't they be happy?"

She has just forgotten it and that all made the difference. Now, she made the same decision of damning their souls and she got the same advantage with them minus the years that she could not remember at all. It did not matter though. It was repeated history and she desired nothing of riches in the world. Some of the Constants were rich people running the world. That was the very reason why they became rich. They got the upper hand against their competitions and since it was repeated they knew exactly how to win. It was like repeating an exam and you know where you got wrong. You'd read your mistake, recorrect the answer, and then boom. You are now perfect. Bull's eye

I insist. “We can’t! We must kill them!” “No!” “Do you know why the war happened a hundred years ago?! Because the Moon Goddess is about to descend here! She’s about to take your body and walk this planet!” he screams. “That’s not what’s written in history.” “Humans hid it. And for a good reason! You know how we can get so religiously blind and selfish. It’s the reason why these tragedies repeat! In just my lifetime, how many times do you think this same ritual happened?! This is the third time I’ve seen this! That’s discounting Klevon and Lorant’s experience!”

I say after a moment. “Yes.” “No pull.” “No.” I let out a slow breath I did not realize I was holding. “What does that mean?” I ask. She considers, gaze scanning the horizon where men still gather their dead. “It means history is not obligated to repeat us,” she replies. The words settle into me like solid ground. Men will still die. Wars will still rage. We are not spared because the world has softened. We are spared because it no longer insists. I glance at her. “And when I do fall?” I ask quietly.

“No, But I would like to gift you some wisdom. A successful future is determined by history. You don’t need a good past, to have a good future. But you need to accept the past as the pass. Learn to move forward, and not take the pain everywhere you go. Because that pain will only turn to hatred and hatred always festers. It will poison you, and you need to know the past to learn from it. Histories forgotten are histories damned to be repeated. You have your free will; you get to choose your next move” Just like that she was gone. I kneeled alone in the dirt. I exhaled a big breath. Her words played in my head. Histories forgotten are histories damned to be repeated. I had to see this. I had

“Is that all?” “Yeah. Have you studied the trends?” he asked. Before I could reply, he continued. “A few designs have reappeared over the years. I wanted to see if you could predict the next big thing from this. Fashion has a way of repeating itself.” “True. Very true.” My stomach clenched, and I took a deep breath. “I did notice some things. I’ll send it soon.” He cocked his head, watching me with a frown. “Why are you shaking?”

But familiar. Kael finally spoke. “You mean history repeats itself.” The Last Witness nodded. “Patterns repeat.” The Devourer stirred within the balance because existence remembers itself. The Last Witness looked toward the Devourer. “Yes.” The simple answer sent a chill through creation. The Voidborn remained silent. The Last Witness turned toward Kael and me again. “In every cycle, forces emerge that represent stability and change.” The balance trembled softly. “In most universes, they become enemies.” The graveyard beyond the fracture seemed darker. “They fight.”

At least, I would spend much of my time on beneficial things. "History doesn't repeat itself but it rhymes by Mark Twain," I blurted aloud. Well, I somehow believe in this saying because history can't really be repeated in the same person, same time, same location or same incident. It is something almost the same but not totally. As they say, no two leaves are the same. "I agree with what Mark Twain said." I shifted my view when I heard a man commented on the passage I read. My eyes widened in surprise as I saw him standing on the door of my room.

They will always return in times two of how many that was killed. And if you kill them again, they will still return again in another times two of the troops. The whole thing is getting wired, how is this happening, why the hell do they multiply. Best took his time, question his brain very well to see if he know why the Red Corps use to return in double. Well, he has asked, he has researched with his brain and he has no reason why it use to be so.