Novel & Cerita How Did Geralt Lose His Memory

He tensed his brows thoughtfully as he sat on the chair across the circular table I was sitting around. “Where exactly was that?” “Right in this tower. In the magic crystal chamber,” I said. “Hmm. Yeah, I get it now. So you still don’t remember the whole thing?” I studied his body language and nodded. It was already difficult to read him before and now it seemed impossible to tell what he was thinking with his poker face and impassive voice. “I don’t remember the details either. It is a lifetime ago memory that too in a state when I wasn’t even in my right mind. But I think the reason you don’t have memories after that is because you started the fire in Gloratia and Goredom—”

Veron almost did not hear what Skylar said and her eyes were glued to Archfiend Antigonus, who was in the air. A few moments later, Veron snapped out of it and murmured, "That man… I think I've seen him before. He was in a pool of blood and my mom was also there…" As she spoke, she held her head in agony. At that moment, fragments of memories were playing in her head. Those fragments were when Agatha was murdered. However, she was unable to combine those memories. As a matter of fact, Veron had taken the Forgotten Water and she could not recall anything. However, as she saw Archfiend Antigonus and was surrounded by the massive energy, the Forgotten Water had slowly lost its function and she

And that’s when we heard the Sixth Note. It wasn’t a sound. It was an alignment. Each of us, in the Shatterdome, experienced it differently. Kaia saw her birth memory inverted—her mother’s voice speaking from within the Earthpulse. Solen stood still for hours, repeating a phrase none of us understood. Mikkel laughed, then wept, then laughed again. Geralt simply closed his eyes and said, “Now we begin.” I felt it in my body—a shift. As if every cell remembered another version of itself.

ears couldn't pick up the sound I made and Serge's voice sounded faint. I could barely hear him or myself. The voices in my head were louder and stronger than anything I had ever experienced in my entire life. The voices were accompanied by faces of people I was able to recognize and together they went like a bat out of hell through my mind and my head, filling the right memory hole. It was a painful process but I began to understand everything Serge had been trying to explain to me. I remembered how I killed Gennora and banished Ilvira. I remembered how I pushed Haera to her limits which made her leave me. "Haera..." I called out as I fought the fatigue that replaced the mental images and

Lyanna stopped it immediately. “It’s done,” she said. I stared at my hand, trying to remember what I’d given up. But there was nothing there. Just a vague sense that something was missing, like a word on the tip of my tongue that I couldn’t quite grasp. “Alexander?” Ryker asked, watching me carefully with furrowed brows. “You alright?” “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I don’t remember what I gave up. Is that normal?” “Completely,” Lyanna assured me. “That’s how it works. The memory is gone, so you can’t remember losing it. But others who shared that moment will still have it. You might notice inconsistencies, gaps in stories people tell.”

He sat beside me and exhaled, like he’d been holding the breath of years. "After the accident, things came back to me—memories, faces, details I didn’t understand at first. I didn’t lose all my memories, Ashyrel. Only the ones they wanted me to forget. Someone tampered with my mind. The night we were attacked, I realized too late it was never just about the company. They were after you." I looked at him, stunned. "But why? Why me?" He pulled something from his coat. A torn letter with a faded crest that matched the one on my book.

He wanted to tell them something but didn't want to say it while Elara was in the room. “She actually suffered from a memory loss, but she is back to her sanity but the memory loss is still there and that is why she doesn't recognize anything you said about you being her brother. Based on what you told me, she went missing when she was ten. I'm guessing the memory loss started when she was ten years old and that is why she wasn't able to locate her roots all these while.” Logan took a deep breath. “So what do we do now?” “We have to keep giving her herbal medicine to boost her memory.” The physician placed a hand on Logan's shoulders. “Don't worry. She is going to be fine.”

“Really? I don’t remember you at all.” “That’s impossible,” she whispered, her eyes trembling as she muttered to herself, dazed and broken. “No, Mr. Wilson must be wrong. You can’t have lost your memory.” Her voice cracked, and she cried until she could barely breathe.

Something inside her mind was awakening. A memory. A forgotten promise. She saw herself standing beneath a tree. A younger Kael was holding her hand. Promise me you won't leave. I won't. Even if the universe ends? Even then. The memory vanished. Lyra whispered, I remember. Kael stared at her. What? We knew each other before. The stranger smiled. Finally. Kael stepped toward him. Then why don't I remember? Because your memories were erased. By whom? Lyra's mother appeared.

All of their faces went void of all colours. "And then these twelve people came into view. The destruction they did to the pack and our clan was beyond any repair. It took years for me to understand what I did... I have lost my memory and it was a very painful process to get it back. And the guilt of what I did will never go away, not till I am alive." Mr Aztec's hands were shaking.