Forgotten What I Started Fighting For Novels & Stories

"I've seen it. In the early timelines. In the person you were before." Morwen was silent for a long moment. "You're afraid I'm going to become that person again." "I'm afraid you're going to lose yourself in the fight. That you'll forget who you are and why we're really fighting." "Then remind me." Morwen's voice was soft. "Remind me who I am." ---

“I’m dying here. I can feel it. My heart—” “Stop.” His voice sharpened, not unkind but firm. “You still have something to fight for.” I shook my head. “I don’t even remember what that is anymore.” His grip tightened. “Your children.” The word echoed strangely. Children. There was a flicker—small hands, laughter, warmth pressed against my chest. Names hovered just out of reach, like a melody I almost remembered. “I… I think I hear them sometimes,” I admitted. “But it’s fading.”

"What do we do?" For the first time since the crystallization, Kaelen had no answer. The enemy wasn't something they could fight. It was absence itself. The slow, quiet unraveling of everything they were. He held Elara tighter, as if he could anchor them both against the tide of forgetting. "I don't know," he whispered into her hair. "But we'll face it together. We'll remember together." But even as he said the words, he felt the truth slipping away, like sand through his fingers. The memory of why they were fighting. The memory of what they were fighting for. The empty spaces were growing.

Or will you say, my friend, Let this be the end, And at our side will you fight For a future that is right? The battle is won, but not the war, Let’s remember that we want more, Freedom is what we’re fighting for. Your Secret Keeper

I drop the call, and close my eyes, reminiscing on how my life is taking a sharp turn. Do I still need to fight this cursed fate? What for? The idiot that I was fighting for has discarded me like I meant absolutely nothing to him.

If I could raise my eyebrows even higher, I probably would have already done that as I asked Gunner, "Which means?" "Which means you'll abide by the rules your parents have left for you, and that the incident yesterday should not be happening again." I rolled my eyes. "In case you've forgotten, I have been abiding by the rules for more than a week now. As for the incident yesterday, well, that is something beyond my power, because it wasn't me, and it was never me, who started a fight. It was them who kept coming at me and beating the shit out of me. I never started a fight with them."

"What has been started must be finished." The words sent a chill through Garry. Because they sounded less like confidence and more like obsession. "Finished?" Garry stared at him. "You've already lost." That got Donatus' attention. The older man narrowed his eyes. "I have not lost anything." "Really?" Garry took a step forward. "What exactly are you fighting for now?" "My brother." "No.You are not fighting for my father.” "My family." "No." "My legacy." "What legacy?” Each answer came quicker than the last.

A low rumble vibrated off my chest at that. The initiation fight. I had forgotten about that completely. Possessiveness has stopped me from thinking about Channing fighting a series of my warriors in fights to the brink of death. When I had been thinking about the fight in the past, I told myself that my little mate could tear into her opponents and really fuck them up. That's true. I'd seen it when she fought my father.

His voice was unwavering and steady, filled with confidence. And suddenly, I realized We were no longer just fighting for power. We were fighting for our family. I would burn this kingdom to the ground before I allowed them to take it from me.....

Whether to be Ethan’s mother or remain the stranger who’d given birth to him. I thought about his face at the café. The curiosity in his eyes. The questions he was asking. And I knew. Some things were worth fighting for, even if the fight destroyed you. Especially if it was for your child. **Me:** *Soon. Very soon. I need to prepare first. But yes. We’re going to fight for my son.* I hit send before I could change my mind. And just like that, the war I’d been avoiding for eight years had finally begun.