Forgotten What I Started Fighting For Novels & Stories

Now I can't even fight for it . "Okay ." I said in a low whisper . I didn't even have a choice . I don't want to pull an innocent person into this shit of mine . But then again . I can't really forget what happened in the past.

I said then continue. " our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter, someone needs to step up and do something about" I said. " I'm done fighting for the country...... I want to fight for those that can't fight, I want to fight for those that are helpless" I said then continue. I want to help those who don't have power, I want to be their strength against the those that have power" I said then continue. " the purpose of fighting is to know what you're fighting for.......now I do and I'm going after it" I said.

"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 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.

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.

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

Tonight we'd remember what we were fighting for and why it mattered even when it hurt. Tomorrow we'd finish what we started.

And revenge. They thought they’d beaten me today. That the war was over. But all they did was awaken a version of me I’d spent years trying to bury. And this time, I wasn’t fighting for appearances. I was fighting for blood. ---