Lost Memory Botw Novels & Stories

"You're... destroying the record..." "I’m clearing the ledger," I rasped, dragging the ghost of a King into the center of the collapse. The void beneath us groaned. Not a door opening, but a world being deleted. I reached for Leo, my stone fingers fisting into his peacoat. "We're going home, baby," I whispered. "And this time, we're taking the memories with us." The Second Prime lunged, his hand of shifting smoke reaching for my neck. But out of the shadows of the broken mirrors, a new signal flared—a white icon, cold and ancient.

Jason scoffs and continued, "It's easy. What's your earliest memory?" "My dad. He would bring me in the forest and we'd hunt animals." "Okay, like what? What animals do you hunt?" I opened my mouth to answer but strangely I can't remember. What's this? I... can't remember? What did we hunt? We would always hunt. I would remember my whole body covered with blood... what's this...? I can't remember? Jason explains, "You can't remember don't you? There are lapses in your memories. JD erased anything that would link you to our world but it's inevitable. You always eventually meet Arthur and falls deeply and irrevocably in love with a dragon."

"Lily. Listen dear, I know you are optimistic. But dear, I have lots of memories with my mama here. In this house, in the garden, in the backyard. Believe me, I can still see myself playing with my mother here and there. I can still feel her presence around me. How can I leave this place? Sicily has seen me growing. This place has seen me from my first cry to my first puberty. The streets of this city have seen my rash drive, my first achievement, my first laugh. This city made me who I am. The composed, calm girl. I will never forget this city." "Myra, once we get new memories, we learn to live with them. That doesn't mean that we have forgotten our past memories. That does mean that we can

I´m 1600 years old Alisha, I know what I´m saying - She looked at her with her eyes round as plates. -Did you say 1600 years old- -Yes- - You know, 1600 ago I didn´t even exist- -Yes of course, at that time I had my own body- -Then how… -…¿Do you really want to know? Memories can be really painful- -What do you mean?- She felt a shiver, this looked really ugly. -It means your memories are interweened with us wolves more than you think, more specifically with the los of the female wolves-

My voice shook but I asked, “How long was I out?” “7 hours. It’s now 2:15 p.m.” I nodded and had another sip of water. The quiet stretched for a while before I saw Dr. Walters grab his notebook and pen. “I’m assuming you remember?” Nodding, I took a deep breath. “Everything. I remember it all.” My voice sounded so small, even to me. “Do you remember the events leading up to the memory loss?” “Yes.” This time, my voice cracked. “It was medically induced.”

There was still so many wolves to see and treat, so many homes to repair, some to build from the very beginning even. So they took what they needed, and began heading out. "Oh!" Elizabeth said, just as they left the tent, heading to start their day. "I said poison would eradicate memories entirely, there has been cases where it's only caused selective amnesia. Sometimes, if it's mate bond, he might still be remembering incidents attached to his mate. Even with a poison, mate bonds can't break, and so parts of the memories will still be there."

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

"Are you the girl who saved him, or are you the girl who’s going to destroy him?" ​I looked at my reflection in the glass of the microwave. I looked tired. I looked like someone who was finished with secrets, but also finished with the weight of his "Legacy." ​"I’m the person he wants to forget," I said quietly. "But today, he realized that forgetting me means losing the only part of himself that’s still human. And he’s realizing it too late." ​My watch buzzed. 4:15 PM. "I have to go," I said, pushing past them. "He called a private briefing."

Vivid scenes of ancient forests, whispering trees, and moonlit rituals flooded my consciousness. "What are these memories?" I asked, bewildered. "Why are they coming back now?" The woman's eyes held a deep sadness. "These are your heritage memories, April. The ones you've buried." I felt like I was drowning in the sheer volume of recollections. "What... memories...??? Heritage?? I don't understand." The woman's grip on my arm tightened. "You will soon... You must remember, April, it's time you remember." I shook off the haze, determination renewed. "Who are you? What's your name" I demanded.

“This could help more than just remembrance. It could aid me to rule better.” I sighed as I looked at Dennis, who seemed to have stuck in a more advisory role. “Do you know where this forgotten pack is?” She nodded her head as she came to the map in front of us, pointing to a spot. “My mother made sure to show me the paths leading back home whenever we came across them until she passed away” “There’s nothing waiting for us there? Lost people, humans, or even enemies?” Dennis asked. Camille shook her head, staring back at the map. “It’s all forest and vines now for the past twelve years with no sign of activity.”