Forgotten Hero นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?

She tapped the pen against her chin. “What was her name again?” My stomach tightened instantly. “Athena,” Dexter answered. My entire body froze. I slowly looked at him. He remembered. Dexter still remembered my name. Here I was thinking I had become another forgotten face from his past. “That’s her!” Mrs Cherry snapped her fingers. “Athena.” She smiled. “She was your friend, right?” she asked Dexter. “No, she wasn’t.” his expression was unreadable “Just a weird girl that invited me here.”

As I no longer loved her, her apologies meant nothing to me. Sitting on the floor, I only had one thing on my mind. It was time for me to cross over. In my next life, I hoped to live as a mindless single-celled organism. Helen patted Jean on the shoulder. “Tanner has your heart, so it makes sense that you’re in denial now.” Jean snapped her head up. “But Tanner gave me his kidney. He loves and cares about me.” Helen gave Jean a look as if she were an idiot.

he added. Eraj asked to kill a woman who bore the mark of the Forgotten. The dreambenders should eliminate all of them. If they stay, they will become evil spirits who will kill the dreambenders eventually. They can visit their dreams and kill them. That's how dangerous Forgotten was. In short, the Forgotten were their greatest enemy. Chet sighed while looking at the lamp. Eraj did not even look at his wounds. Ten years ago, his father was the sweetest person he ever knows. However, when he heard the prophesy that someone will kill him, he was constantly on edge.

However, the shadow figure raised its hands. It said, "We won't hurt you." Its voice sounded strange, like multiple people conversing at once. "We are the Forgotten." "The Forgotten?" Confused, I asked. "What does that mean?" The figure in the shadows approached. "Long ago, we were the ones stranded here. Forgotten by the living, but not by time. However, we do recall. We observe. We hold off." I was at a loss for what to think. Was this happening? Or had I lost my mind in this strange place?

Yet the ruins, my mother’s voice, the prophecy alone… all indicated the same sorrowful reality. Dahlia or I. One of us wouldn't survive this war. We came back to camp to discover Fenris was waiting. His expression was stern, his posture rigid. "The Forgotten have attacked once more," he remarked. "They ignited a blaze in a village on the eastern frontier." My heart raced. "Any casualties?" He paused. Many. "Additional injuries." Fury surged within me. These weren’t fighters they were slaughtering, they were innocents. "We must put an end to them," I stated.

Entire civilizations disappeared beneath endless war. Not because of greed. Not because of power. Because humanity remembered every hatred. Every betrayal. Every revenge. Each generation inherited the wounds of the previous one. Until no one remembered how peace had begun. ⸻ Eight Guardians gathered beneath the mountain. Aurelius. Cassian. Seven others. And… One young man carrying a simple wooden horse. The same horse now resting in the stranger’s hands. He smiled. “What if…” he whispered, “…people could choose what to forget?”

The weight of Sienna’s words settled over Elior like a storm cloud, thick with the promise of something far worse than they had imagined. The Forgotten Hand. A name none of them knew, except for her. Elior took a slow breath, steadying himself. “Then tell me.” Sienna shook her head. “You don’t get it. There are things you don’t chase, Elior. Things you don’t dig up because you might not survive what you find.”