How Did Geralt Lose His Memory Novels & Stories

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

At that time, his whole body had felt warm, with a wild yet exhilarating force surging through him. After that... Everything that came after seemed to have been shrouded by a thick layer of fog; no matter how hard he tried, he could not recall it. He did not remember why he had fainted, did not remember Mystic Vale, did not remember the Power of Chaos running rampant, and certainly did not remember the entire process of how Carl, in order to save him, had depleted his own primordial source of the heavens to reconstruct his soul shield and suppress and seal the primordial source of Chaos.

"But why have I forgotten everything?" Deirdre took a deep breath. "Didn't I tell you? It's because there's something wrong with your body. The incense you used caused you to lose some of your memories. It's not your fault. As long as you remember me, that's enough. As long as we're together, it doesn't matter even if those past memories are lost." "No." Brendan held her tightly, persistently. "Let me remember. We'll set off tomorrow. I want to find the part of memories that belongs to Kyran Reed. I want to regain our shared past."

he stuttered in fear and I felt anger building up inside of me. “Speak out! I don't have all day,” I snarled at him and he gulped harshly, sucking in a huge breath. “The young miss lost her memories due to the traumatic bodily experience,” he revealed and I took a step backward in shock.

***** The moment Gavriel stepped out of the bedchamber, the fragile restraint he had been holding onto finally snapped. He rounded on the healers, his jaw clenched, his voice low and edged with fury. “Explain what happened,” he demanded. “Why does she remember Melva but not me?” The healers exchanged uneasy glances. One of them swallowed hard before stepping forward. He bowed his head slightly, choosing his words with care. “Your Majesty… Lady Althea’s mind has been wounded, much like her body was,” he began. “What she is experiencing is something our order calls the backward loss of memory.”

"Orene was with him when it happened. He said Erylis was there and the next, gone. But just before he disappeared, he was…screaming. He said it hurt everywhere." "I see," Geralt stated. "Sylvie told me of his mental symptoms: dizziness, nausea, headaches. That mixed with the lack of memory, my psychology degree is telling me it's trauma. Whatever he went through, his mind is trying to block it out to stop him from reliving the same pain over and over again. It's a protective mechanism often found in trauma patients, and I fear, unless he attends some sort of therapy, we may never know what happened. But that's just one psychologist's opinion."

He will not put everyone at risk by stating false information. “I trusted you, James. Finally, Gideon is gone now. We will no longer worry about him. You have already avenged us from everything he did to all of us. He's behind the disappearance of my memories, but fortunately, I was able to remember after hours.” I muttered, making him furrow his brows. “You lose your memories?” He asked, his tone becoming icy. I nodded my head and said, “Yes, I did, but I could bring it back after hours passed by. I can remember everything now, and that's the reason I tried to make a scene when you arrived in his pack…”

That hit harder than anything else so far. Fenrir’s hand curled into a fist. “You mean to say my ancestors built a system that depended on one person deciding the fate of realms?” “Yes,” another elder answered calmly. “And they failed her.” The room felt smaller. I swallowed. “Why don’t I remember any of this?” “Because when the last war ended,” the frost-haired elder said softly, “someone made a choice. To erase you from history. To scatter your memory. To hide you among mortals.”

“…Don’t tell me… You don’t remember anything at all?” replied Gerald. Shaking his head in his slight confusion, it truly appeared that he had no memory of what had just taken place. “…Tell me, why did you swallow the vampiric pearl?” asked Gerald. After all, had the old man not swallowed it, he wouldn’t have entered that maddened state. “I… What? I… swallowed it…?!” replied Old Flint, his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Gerald.

Without mercy. Dana had barely escaped with her life. "What have they done to her?" I had asked, my voice hollow, as Kylan pulled me from the field. "The potion," Gwen had said. "It must be the potion. The exiled witches brew something called the Draught of Forgotten Years. It erases memories. Makes the drinker a blank slate." "Can it be reversed?" "I do not know. I have never encountered it before." I had not heard the rest of what he said. The words had blurred into noise, meaningless and distant. Kylan had grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the palace. I had walked like a ghost, my feet moving without my permission, my mind stuck on the field.