Keeper Of The Lost Cities Flashback Fitz Pov Novels & Stories

What the fuck was wrong with me? The kitchen staff completely ignored me as they went on their business. I missed speaking with Martin. He was my constant when I had my mealtime breaks. I quickly ate whatever was served and reported back at Bryce's room. I feel like I joined the fucking Army! I was very liberal, but after I was sucked through time, I became comfortable in a regimental life. Consistency meant normal in the worlds I've visited. 46 But now? This world I've grown accustomed to is about to go to shit. I've read and sat

It was also the Yefteros’ core city. It was destroyed in the previous battle. However, the Yefteros’ powerhouses restored it after they returned. James stood on the ancient road outside the city. He looked at the mountain range in the distance. Seeing that the formation had been deactivated, he fell into thought. At that moment, a group approached the city from a distance. Walking in the forefront was an elderly man wearing a fiery red robe, and several powerhouses followed behind him. “It’s the Flammae!” James’ brows furrowed upon seeing the elderly man. He did not expect the Flammae, who have been hiding for a long time, to also be invited.

The moment those things vanished, so did their loyalty. The truth should have hurt. Instead, it simply felt empty. The investigators placed me inside the vehicle. The door remained open for a moment. Long enough for me to see the city one final time. The same city I spent years trying to control. The same city where I destroyed lives. The same city where I lost everything. Then another thought emerged. Unexpected. Unwanted. Aria. I saw her face in my mind. The young woman I spent years trying to break. The girl I dismissed.

And suddenly, the world around her vanished. Flashes of fire. Screams of agony. A shadowed figure standing over her, whispering words she couldn’t understand. A cold voice echoed in her mind—We will rise again. She snapped back into reality, gasping. Luca and Damien were at her side instantly. “Eve—what happened?” Luca asked, gripping her arms. Eve’s hands trembled. “They’re back. And I think… I think they’ve been waiting for me.” Determined to find answers, Eve spent the night pouring through the pack’s archives. She flipped through crumbling scrolls and faded books until she found it—a record of the Forgotten.

Had the Rift sensed her and begun to unravel because of it? Idris exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Fantastic. I suppose asking you to be more specific would be a waste of time?” The guardian’s gaze flicked toward Lena, lingering. “She has seen.” Cassian stiffened beside her. “Seen what?” Lena’s mouth went dry. What was she supposed to say? That she had seen a city lost to time? That she had met a version of herself who ruled the Rift? That for one terrifying, fleeting moment, she had felt as if she belonged to it?

Once I learned the truth, I was left with nothing but bitter sorrow. The answer I had been searching for for so long turned out to be simple and dismissive. … With no more debt to his name, Tanner dove back into the underground casino. Desperate to win back his losses, Tanner raised the stakes higher and higher. His debts snowballed. He stopped calling Jean, not even concerned about her well-being or where she was living after selling the house. A few of Jean’s old neighbors worked as housekeepers in the city. The group frequently got together for a little card game during their day off.

In a series of flashbacks, he recalled a younger version of himself—angry, isolated, and unyielding—facing the bitter sting of betrayal. “I was so consumed by my own pride,” he confessed, his voice softening with regret. “There were nights I would lie awake, haunted by every mistake I made, every life I failed to protect.” He closed his eyes, and for a moment, the memory of those dark days mingled with the cool night air. “But then I met you, Zuri. Your kindness, even in the face of cruelty, taught me that strength isn’t in ruling with fear—it’s in leading with love.”

I swallowed back the dread curling in the pit of my stomach as I recalled every memory Darth had shown me like they were mine. Soon enough, evening came. “You look better,” Cassian said, as he joined me in the ward. “I feel better,” I said truthfully. I felt much better than I did in days. The Forgotten Pits was a nightmare-come-true, even the thought of it sent chills running down my spine.

Astra gasped. "What's happening?" Liam rushed toward one of the floating memories. The image inside it showed a peaceful city. Children were playing in the streets. Then darkness spread across the horizon. The image flickered. And vanished. "No," I whispered. Another world disappeared. Then another. Panic spread through the chamber. "Are they being destroyed?" Wesley asked. Amara shook her head. "Worse." I turned toward her. "What?" Her voice became quiet. "They are being reclaimed." ---

I found Louis sitting on the couch, flipping through the neatly sorted documents in his hands. I cleared my throat, prompting him to ignore the task at hand and lift his gaze to me. “I’m sorry, brother.” Unable to meet his eyes, my gaze fell to the floor. “I'm sure that I've troubled and worried you so much because of my actions….” "No, I'm not asking for an apology,” he replied, which made my gaze snap back to his. “I was thinking that if you had listened to us and never returned to Flintstone City you would have never discovered Cleo. She would have been lost to us forever.”