Last Memories Botw Novels & Stories

"We want to help the land remember." The old man stared at her for a long time. Then, he slowly lowered his hood. His face was a roadmap of grief. Deep lines were carved around his eyes and mouth. But his eyes, a faded blue, held a stubborn, desperate spark. "My name is Alaric," he said. "My family tended these vines for ten generations. We knew the song of every grape, the secret of the sunstone soil." His voice broke. "They are all gone. My wife, my sons… the Silence took them. Not their bodies. Their… their joy. They just walked away one day, their eyes empty. I am the last. The last one who remembers."

"And that too, entirely alone?" "Like... I don't know," I admitted softly, shaking my head as the memory of that terrible day flashed in my mind. "Because from what I remember, there was no way out from that arena. The stone walls had completely collapsed, the lower tunnels were flooded with debris, and Darreth's infected wolf was right behind Professor Hawthorn when we last saw him."

“That’s what I hoped for.” “Did I wake you? I’m sorry if I did.” “You didn’t. My mom called about half an hour ago and woke me up.” “Is everything okay?” “Yeah,” he says, and I can hear the annoyance in his voice just from one little word. “Bobby is being released. They’re taking him back home and getting him into rehab again.” “Well, that’s good, isn’t it?” “It’s pointless,” he sighs, and a few seconds of silence tick by. “How are you feeling today?”

I asked hazily, "I thought I had to get married to pass this dungeon…" "Yeah. You have to marry the Sea God." Cyrus' lips kept trailing south the whole time. I could vaguely see a red tuxedo materializing on his upper body. That was when I suddenly recalled the Sea God's statue in the chapel. It had countless tentacles forming its lower body. Did that mean Cyrus was the Sea God? My boyfriend wasn't just an NPC in the survival game—he was also the final boss? As soon as that thought popped into my mind, I felt myself getting enveloped by the water and the tentacles. I could also hear Cyrus' enchanting voice.

“How almost where you lived as a child? Do you keep in mind anything approximately the house you developed up in or where you went to school?” Draco opened his mouth to talk, but all of a sudden, he couldn’t keep in mind a single thing. His whole past was covered by a dark shade that denied to uncover indeed the smallest detail to him. “I can’t,” he whispered in freeze. “I can’t keep in mind a damn thing.” “How around one of these?” the specialist said, pulling out a smartphone. “Do you know how to utilize a phone?” “Of course, I do,” Draco snapped. “Don’t be ridiculous.” “How almost an ATM? If you were to pull back cash,would you know how?”

When they demand naming rights, legacy claims, power over something I created in heartbreak? She gripped the balcony railing so hard her knuckles blanched. Because she knew—they would come. Lycan emissaries. Royal vultures. Elders with their righteous declarations. The child wouldn’t be just hers for long. And then, a quiet, terrible voice surfaced—her mother’s again, from long ago, spoken during a blood moon rebellion: "Then we remind them why the world once bowed to our name." Nyma swallowed hard. Her back straightened.

The Harrow Tunnels were beneath the river market. The Velmour Theatre was burned down thirty years ago. The north bell tower ruins stood tall. They weren't feeding grounds, they weren't districts, they weren't streets. They were forgotten places. I leaned back slowly. He wasn't hunting. He was moving. He used the bones of the city. He slipped through hidden corridors that no one alive remembered. There was a knock at my door. "Enter, " I said. A courier in Order gray stepped inside. His eyes were lowered,He handed me a folded note, saying it was a message from the commander. Afterwards, he left quickly as if my room had a plague.

*** Late that night, Mom went home. She sat alone in the living room for a long time. Then she went to Sadie's room and quietly opened the door. Sadie was asleep. Mom stood by the bed, staring at her. She pulled up Sadie's blanket and smoothed her hair. Then she crossed to the desk and started going through Sadie's backpack. That's when she found it. A pink behind-the-ear hearing aid, with a tiny 'VV' engraved on the side. Vienna's hearing aid.

My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat. I have fought so true as my heart beats. Go away memory, go away, go away! Leave with my soul as my body falls in the hay. Let there be strown on my lonely grave. Honor me as a friend, a warrior so brave. Tis, my last words shall be brought forth. As the deadly solstice forest embraces my fate. Remember me. Remember me, with or without grace...

, he tilt his neck to look at me and I tilt my neck to look at him too. "Show them what a Vahemir can do. Remember Sasha. Remember how strong you were. Remember your training. Remember your family. Please remember me", he begs and I look away. "How can I remember?", I ask and pray he has an answer to it. "antiqua carmina et rituale. You enter the limbo at free will, maybe you will remember when you feel it is time to", Mateo smiles and his smile is so accommodating. "Why are you here?", I ask curiously.