Mlp Amnesia: Fluttershy Novels & Stories

I stuck my head out of my room, peering over the dark interior. Despite Samael's ancient taste in decor, the hall was well spaced and open. Probably for Kedar's sake, or any other monster he probably has. I looked over the high ceiling that was held up by smooth stone bricks. The floor looked to be of some other material that I couldn't distinguish. Its color was a very deep purple that looked black. A metal railing was near the center, where a hole was carved so you could see below. Further down the hall to my right were two big doors, the stone frame making the dark wood pop. I looked over the torches and the hanging bowls full of fire that set a soft glow over the whole place. It was... s

] After a while, Caroline received a reply from Freya. Freya: [Well, patients like her who have suffered significant trauma often voluntarily forget memories they want to forget. These memories are deeply ingrained in their minds, and they resurface when they see something or someone specific, causing them to regain their clarity.] Freya: [Ms. Shenton, I'll be blunt. In my observation, her moments of clarity are not a good sign. During those times, she also exhibits severe symptoms of depression, anxiety, and even manic episodes. Additionally, during her episodes, she often mumbles things that are hard for ordinary people to imagine. As for what she said, I'll compile a report and send it to

Declan wasn’t proud of what he had done, and I was worried that telling him might cause more damage than good. “Yes, and you should be prepared for a few changes.” I frowned at her answer, not understanding the meaning behind her words. What changes was she talking about? “What do you mean?” Meryl asked. A voice in my head told me I wasn’t going to like the answer. “Declan might change. He might start hating things he used to love. He might prefer to keep to himself because people who suffer from amnesia tend to feel vulnerable, and if they’re not comfortable around you, they’re going to keep it to themselves. Also, he might start being short-tempered,” she explained.

Blair's heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain so intense he could barely stand. "Listen to me," the doctor said, his tone deadly serious. "You have to play along. She cannot be exposed to any painful memories about her mother or the baby. No stress, no triggers. If her mind's defenses collapse, her brain will suffer a second, devastating injury. Her body can't take that right now." The hallway was deathly silent. Blair listened, a storm raging inside him. Flora had amnesia? She'd forgotten the betrayal, the humiliation, the blood, and the death at the wedding?

Ahh, it was hard for me to bear, how would I start my life again. I was carried to my seat, everyone came holding me down. I was a bit quiet, but I knew I wasn’t the only one affected, other women and their families were wailing in pain but one would say I was quite younger and newly married. After a while, Rolly’s family came to where we sat. Melissa, Rolly’s sister, gave me a big hug. I hugged her so tightly. “I’m sorry Meghan, but we have to accept what has happened and we can’t question God. Rolly has been a big loss to us as well but there’s nothing we can do. We love you and with the short time we had, I know you’ve always been a wonderful daughter to us. You could always come by if yo

“We took our strongest people and I prepared a concoction that allowed our kind to breathe in the air of the sanctuary for one whole hour. This was a very carefully planned mission. Damien was tracking you throughout. But the elves had been somewhat prepared which took us aback. They shouldn’t have known.” I have so many questions right now but Fera can see it and she shakes her head, “Till I manage to figure out how to release you from the effects of the moonshine, you can’t try to remember. Some things will come to you naturally. You need to process those thoughts but don’t stress yourself. Your health comes first.” “And what if I’m never able to –” “That would only happen if you hadn’t ta

Lia suggested "She has refused to sign them, and I need her out of the house, I want Melanie to move in to hasten her recalling her memory" "Why does it have to be your house?" Lia questioned "You see Lia, Melanie is going through selective amnesia, and she doesn't know who I am, so bringing her to the house will help her remember me faster" Carl explained "What makes you think she would want to live with you if she doesn't even remember who you are?" Lia asked "I have something planned out already" Carl smiled "Okay, I will talk to Floral" Lia accepted "Thank you Lia" "Good luck with getting your love back" Lia said and disconnected

The words struck her like a physical blow. “No,” Ama whispered. “You have the wrong person.” The eye did not blink. The voice remained calm. No. You simply have the wrong memory. Pain exploded behind Ama's eyes. She cried out and nearly dropped the key. A flood of images crashed through her mind. A sea of stars. A garden of impossible trees with silver leaves. A child laughing. A hand reaching out. A promise. “If I forget… you have to remember for both of us.” The memory dissolved before she could understand it.

"I'm happy for you, dude." Days passed, and Lara remained in the Infirmary for further tests. As soon as the results were available, Alex and I hastened to the Infirmary. "Alpha Magnus, I regret to inform you that your Luna is suffering from Anterograde Amnesia. She recalls past events but is unable to remember recent occurrences. There's a chance she may not recall her marriage to you or the events preceding her unconsciousness," a medical staff member explained.

Kieran handled the equipment with practiced ease, preparing the device for a deeper dive into Maris Harker’s memories. As Lyra connected to the memory retrieval device, she braced herself for the plunge. The familiar sensation of slipping into another person’s consciousness enveloped her, but this time, the descent was more intense. She pushed past the surface memories, delving into the darker, more hidden fragments of Maris’s past.