Going Back To The Beginning Novels & Stories

"I'm back because more than ever, you need all the help you can get and now we have full knowledge of who we were meant to be, we can put Mana Sylveon's power to good use." "Zadik!" I suddenly recalled. It felt as though my memories were retuning in fragments. "He is going to be executed today. Oh my goddess! What have I done?" "Quit the moping around and let's get to work!" Napthena snapped from inside my head. She was back to her position as my crude adviser. "Alright. Okay. So how do we go home?" She sighed and I heard what sounded like a forehead slap. In an exasperated tone, she ground out, "If you had noticed, you'd have seen that you are starting to fade away like we did before."

She had pity in her eyes while looking at me. "So you really don't remember anything, do you? Nothing about your past." She said as she took a deep breath. "What about my past? Tell me?" I asked her. Swirling her pen with her fingers she kept mum for certain seconds and then she finally broke the silence. "We will take things easy, like on a very low pace. I don't know how much memory of the past can be recovered. I don't want to overwhelm you. I don't want you to put pressure on your brain because if you do so then there are chances that the memory that we are trying to bring back will be lost forever." Her tone was soothing and she looked very professional.

I said causing both of them to just look at me, this time not with shocked faces but with a pitying one. "Don't give me those looks, it's already stressful enough for me" I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Why did I end up in such a crazy situation? "Well…that was…quite surprising and unexpected" Caleb said, he sighed and got back into the character again. "Please take slow breath and calm your mind now. Mr Holmes, we're going to begin our therapy right now, low sex drive therapy, day 366. Mr Holmes Can you describe to me exactly what happened until you got turned on?" Asked Caleb after pressing a button of his audio recorder pen, he held it closer to the man. I slowly shut my

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”

" I know babygirl and I'm sorry, but you have to let them come back to you. Give them room because you have a right to remember. Don't deprive yourself off your memories." " Gosh, it hurts so much." I gasp. "I'm sorry, I wish I could take the pain away right now but you need this. You need to try and remember." " Roman!" I whimper when a memory of me being thrown in the water, replays in mind again. " Try relax, calm down Sweet please." I feel him kiss the top of my head. We sit in silence for a moment and I try let the memories of that night, make way back into mind, despite the heaviness I feel.

And that— That’s the problem. “It’s rewriting the logic,” I say. “What does that mean?” “It means the system thinks this is correct.” “And it’s not?” “No.” “Then change it back.” “I’m trying!” I push harder. Forcing the threads to revert. To realign. To follow the original structure. And for a moment— It works. The connection tightens. The balance restores. The system stabilizes. But then— It shifts again. Not resisting. Not fighting. Just… adapting.

The retreat offered a sanctuary for deep introspection, inviting them to unravel the tapestry of their lives and explore the threads that had woven their destinies together. The first morning dawned, casting a soft golden hue across the landscape. Seated in a circle, they began their conversations with a shared vulnerability, ready to peel back the layers and confront the truths that lay hidden within. Andrea, with a trembling voice, initiated the dialogue. "I want to revisit our pasts, to understand the events that shaped us. Let us explore the wounds we carry, for it is through healing that we can truly grow." Her words hung heavy in the air, a testament to her courage to face the shadows

Welcome back. Maya stops breathing for exactly one second. Then she inhales through her nose, slow and quiet, because Dex is still in the next room and she refuses to give him front-row seats to her neurological circus. “Welcome back,” she repeats. Yes. The word sits there. Small. Heavy. Back means previous. Back means known. Back means someone or something has a record of the place she came from, the blood on the floor, the dead hands clawing at her legs, the final betrayal dressed up as survival.

Only my current emotion of wanting to see her. “Before we go in there, I want you to understand that we are starting from the beginning. Everything you see and hear won’t be something that you would have experienced fully in the past. As I said before, I can amplify everything, including memories that you wouldn’t have been able to remember, starting with your birth.” Trenton dropped his hands from my shoulders. “Why start here? Is there something that I need to learn regarding Arion?” I raised my brows at him.