Echoes Of Memories Novels & Stories

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

Then the woman pointed toward another figure. An old man. A soldier. A child. A priest. Thousands surrounded them. "The Hall of Witnesses records every life connected to the Sea Between Worlds." A chill ran through Rowan. "You mean..." "The dead leave echoes." Understanding slowly spread through the group. The woman wasn't a ghost. She wasn't alive. She wasn't even truly conscious. She was an echo built from memory itself. A copy preserved inside the hall. That somehow felt more disturbing. Marcus frowned. "So you're basically a recording."

She looked at it, and her indifferent expression instantly changed into shock. "Miles, why is my assistant saying that Zack had died three years ago?"

The doors groaned, the frost cracking like a thousand tiny mirrors, and swung inward to reveal a room filled not with books, but with thousands of floating, translucent crystals—the Memory Shards of the Southern Sovereigns. I walked to the center of the room, my eyes searching for the darkest shard. I found it suspended in a cage of silver wire: the memory of Queen Nyx. As I reached out and touched the crystal, the Archive vanished. I wasn't in the vault anymore; I was standing in a field of white ash, surrounded by the "Hollowed" of a different era. They were singing the same Harvest Song I had heard in the dream-walk, their silver-crystal eyes weeping black ichor.

Day Twenty-Nine. The memory of Silas kneeling on the bedroom carpet was a ghost that refused to be exorcised. All morning, as I sat in my glass-walled office at Orion Strategies, my mind replayed the image of his bowed head. The "detox" was supposed to be a flawless, impenetrable armor. It was designed to withstand his arrogance, his wealth, and his anger. But it wasn't built to withstand his absolute, devastating humility. The cold, protective logic I relied on was beginning to crack, flooded by a profound, undeniable sorrow.

The same amber eyes only now they were watching me with sudden sharpness. “You…” My voice broke. “I know you.” Kael’s expression darkened. His hand tightened on my hip. “What did you just remember, little echo?”

Chapter 1: Fractured Homecoming Elias Kane stepped through the front door just after midnight, duffel bag thudding softly against the frame. The house felt too still. “Mara?” he called quietly but no answer. He moved into the kitchen, flipping on the light. His eyes landed on the steel watch sitting on the counter. A man's watch that's clearly not his own. “What the hell…” A car door slammed outside. Elias flinched hard, back hitting the wall as memories surged—explosions, shouting, dust choking his lungs. “Not now,” he muttered through clenched teeth. “Breathe, damn it.”

Memories need to be shared with everyone so they know how powerful memories are. __________________________________ Four years later, Haru's loss was still fresh for everyone. Now Arche is facing the camera to speak, and he is being watched from every side of the world. "Mr. Arche Harrison. Today is the fourth death anniversary of your beloved woman. Why did you just now accept our invitation to interview you?" "Back then, I didn't have the strength to face everyone and I didn't have the strength to answer the questions you would ask me."

POV: Echo Focusing on what I can remember of today, I play through it from the time I wake up until my memories just stop. Unfortunately, I don’t remember anything from the time I set my fork down and leaned back in my seat. Tala sighs and begins to fill the blanks in my memories with her own. I cringe when I hear myself share far, far more than I ever wanted any of them to ever know, and tremble at the sound of the wolves growling. Tala immediately drops the memory and pushes away the memories of various traumatic events before they can take hold again.

Her mind paved the way for different thoughts that made her feel she was a bad person. She closed her eyes and took in a deep, long breath. She released the breath and opened her eyes, motivating herself. “Everything is fine,” She remembered Malachi’s words, and a smile found its way to display on her face. “I am a good person. My smile glitters people’s lives. I should continue to be generous…” She cracked up and suddenly burst into a laughter that lasted for a minute. After she stopped laughing, she wondered what was wrong that would warrant such laughter, but she couldn’t give herself an answer.