Novel & Cerita How Did Geralt Lose His Memory

" I begrudgingly agreed that she had a point so while I made a strong mental note to give this witch a slow, agonizing death when I was free from her clutches, I shifted my body till I was in front of her and crossed my legs, taking slow deep breaths as I saw her do a few moments ago. I pulled out the scroll from the deep pocket of my robe. She stretched forth her hands for me to hold. She gave me an unusually soft but penetrating gaze. "I won't let anything happen to you," she mouthed. Oh please spare me that crap. I just wanted to get this over with and be back with my mate. I held her hands, my fingers were as pale as hers. I tried not to shudder at the similarity. "Now remember, you must

SUMMARY I lost some of my memory when I got into an accident 10 years ago. I only knew that I graduated at Petrarca University. I just remember few things about myself. My mother Died from that accident. In my ten years of living I always experience weird happenings. In my dream, when I'm alone, if it is dark, I can't understand everything. At first I thought it's just my imagination so I keep trying to forget and ignored it. However I got scared for myself when it is already happening to me almost everyday.

“That’s you and me, Aria. I stayed away as long as I could, I was afraid your aunt would have me tailed and find you, and it seems I was right. But I couldn’t go forward without you, Aria.” I remained silent as he spoke, absorbing what he was saying. “Please, say something, baby.” He said when I didn’t reply. “I—I don’t know what to say. Remember I lost my memories recently? I don’t remember you.” I admitted. “That’s the thing though, you wouldn’t have remembered me anyway, your father sealed those memories from you.” He was about to say more when a sharp pain hit my head. “Daddy! I don’t want Ethan to move away, who will I play with?” My younger version cried while holding onto my father’s

Whatever they'd done while I was unconscious was obvious enough. "When you lost your memory, she filled the role of your mate," I said evenly. "In a way, she was your mate. Of course you should care about her." He stared at me, thrown. My understanding hadn't brought him relief — only a strange ache. "Let's dissolve the mate bond, Damien. I can't share my mate with another woman. If one of us has to go, I'd rather it be me." I said it with a straight face, hoping for the answer I needed.

He doesn’t remember me. I keep my nerves strong for Lennox, but inside, I’m dying. Pau isn’t much better. She misses Terk and wants to tell him what happened, but he is silent. I wonder if Terk came back and, if so, whether he remembers us. ‘Wolves won’t respond to the dark magic potions. So, he would have been suppressed. If he can overcome the suppression, then he could heal Gerard.’ ‘Why didn’t you say something sooner?’ ‘Because I only just found out,’ she replied.

Ettire shook his head, a look of weary resignation on his face. “I suffered from memory loss for a while,” he explained, his voice rough. “That dreadful day, I was returning from a mating party in a nearby pack. It was a last-minute call. At my return I saw my parents, their bodies utterly mutilated, I couldn’t handle it mentally. I ran away from the horrifying sight, deeper into the forest, and got lost. That’s all I remembered for a very long time.” “But when I returned from the business trip,” I stated, still bewildered, “I saw your body near your parents. Look, there’s your grave.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you what I can. When you were younger – around thirteen or so – you suffered a fell extremely ill, so much that no one thought you’d be able to survive it.” “I fell extremely ill… I know…” I nodded “But what was the cause? Was I attacked by Rogues? Was it sickness or poisoning? Which was it?” “Emotional trauma. You suffered a profound loss, someone important to you died and it made you suffer so much that you were in a coma for months. In the process of healing you, you lost those memories.” “What?” I stared at him with surprise. “I lost my memories? What are you talking about? And who did I lose?”

“The witch Glinda helped heal only the bond block, not the magic that seeped into your family’s genealogy. If I was alive with Zaldan it would have broken my memory spell too because by blood we are connected. “Gods,” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Your father going to remember the fight, the scuffle between the elders and taking me away. He's going to remember all of that, but he won't know where I am; he won't know I am dead. I've tried to reach out to him while he sleeps, but he doesn't know me. The spell will take time to fall from his body, but when he remembers, I fear the entire tribe will face his fury."

“You know me, don’t you?” I met her gaze evenly. “No, I don’t.” A slow scoff escaped her. “You don’t?” Before I could speak, Liz stepped in, her voice smooth, controlled. “I’m afraid she couldn’t remember all of her memories. So I deeply apologize if she doesn’t remember you.” Zarek’s head snapped toward me, his golden eyes narrowing. “You once lost your memories?” I hesitated for just a breath before lying. “Yes.” Silence.

He turned to me. “I remember that day. I was sitting with Asher and Lillian and I saw you wearing a black gown, confidently walking to the elders. You didn’t even bow, and I thought, wow she got some balls,’’ he said, chuckling. I look at him sadly. He doesn’t even remember our argument that day, and I was sitting with him that day, but he doesn’t remember. All memories of me are totally gone. I remember Marcus’s last statement. ‘Have fun with your mate. Does he have something with his memory loss? It’s weird for wolves to lose their memory and I begged mother to do something about it, but she said there is nothing she can do. It’s all up to him. I sighed, well it doesn’t matter now. It has