Novel & Cerita How Did Geralt Lose His Memory

"No, no, no. This can't be happening." He had lost his memory. Caesar Greywood had amnesia.

He mumbled about places no one knew and stories no one understood, as if his memories were being rewritten by the aquarium! Finally, Gawin collapsed to the floor, unconscious. A moment later, he opened his eyes again. His eyes were distant and filled with confusion. He began to forget things about the outside world and talked about places no one knew, as if he had been completely cut off from his memories of the outside world. "Gawin! Are you okay?" It asked, shaking him. "You... who are you?" "Huh?" "Do we know each other?" "You... you don't remember me?" It asked, confused.

“I also wondered… I don’t remember much of my past. Is that normal when dragons are turned, or is it because of my injury?” “Oh,” Samuel felt his heart sink. “No. It’s not… I mean. Dragons are born, not created. At least, it is not normal practice for us to give others our blood… to my rather faulty recollection,” he amended ruefully. “The memory loss, however… The poison in my blood may be the cause of that. I believe it to be the cause of my own memory loss. I am… profoundly sorry,” he added. “Don’t be,” Jules assured him. “I would sacrifice my memory for the chance of life with my beloved mate and son, any moment of the day.”

My breath caught. The question hit somewhere deep. Wrong. Too specific. I frowned. Because— I could remember pieces. A voice. Large hands. A dark cloak. But his face… Blurred. Like smoke. My stomach twisted. No. That wasn’t normal. Kaelor noticed my expression immediately. “What is it?” I shook my head slowly. “I…” The memory slipped away before I could grab it. Gone again. Like something erased it the second I touched it. The creature watched me struggle.

It felt surreal, like something I didn’t think would happen in my lifetime. “But we need to find a cure, Miss Alicia. I need to find a way to remember everything.” “I’ve told you… “And now I know,” he cut me off, his face now grim like the first day I met him. “I know you have no idea how I marked you or how I keep forgetting but I really need to find out what’s going on.” And then his voice broke into tiny shards of glass that pricked my heart, “I need to figure it out, Miss Alicia. I’m losing her already in my brain.”

He furrowed his thick brows and took out his phone, calling Gath. Gath was about to start a meeting and quickly answered when he saw it was Calvert. "Calvert, what's up?" "Gath, I need to ask you something. Did I lose my memory in Los Angeles or after I was taken back to the Coburn family?" Gath, being his primary doctor, should know all the details. He was stunned by the question for a few seconds. "Did you remember something?" "No, I just feel like something is off." Gath let out a small sigh of relief on the other end.

No memories came to mind. “Annette!” he called, then stopped himself. “Or is it Amelia now? I’m sorry. I’m so pleased you got your memory back.” I looked at him strangely as he boldly approached me, despite my guard entourage. He stopped outside of their protective circle. He blinked. “You… did get your memory back, right?” “I’m sorry,” I said. “Have we met?” Surprise crossed his face. “Oh. Oh, dear. Yes, um. I was helping you with your memory loss. I’m a memory healer, you see. You disappeared one day and never came back. Then Sienna went to prison and everything went to heck.”

They attacked Aathreya, but the wizard blew them away with his aura. Aathreya dug up the information in the vampire’s memory, but he didn’t get any information about Gerald. The memories of Gerald ended twenty-seven years ago when Gerald was being burned down and turned to ashes. He was still trying. From what he could see, the memories of the vampire remained connected, and no parts were lost or erased. If any part was erased, then he could conclude that Gerald was really still alive, and the man erased the information so as not to be found out.

Light pangs pressed at my lower belly. “Because of the black wolf, I lost my memory!” I clenched my fists in frustration. “Dante told you that?” Her tone dripped with skepticism. “No. My last memory was being hunted by the Lycan and thrown into the river.” I sniffed in her direction when another sharp pang struck my lower abdomen. I leaned forward slightly, dragging myself toward the bed. “It’s fine... I’m fine...” “That’s strange. I’m sorry... What’s wrong with you?” Yulli fell silent before adding, “Ah, I understand. Camouflage magic... Augie is clever!”

“Listen to me. The old wizard gave me an answer. Your nightmares will stop only if we rekindle what we had. You don’t remember, but there is so much between us.” My chest tightened. “What do you mean?” “You lost your memories,” he explained carefully. “And there are things you don’t know. Things I want to tell you, but slowly. I don’t want to break you with the weight of it all.” His words caught me. “My memories… I lost them?” He nodded. “Yes. You lived so much before, Jade. But it’s locked away. The wizard says there is a ritual to bring it back.” I looked at him, stunned. “A ritual… to remember?”