My Little Amnesia: Fluttershy Novels & Stories

“Always running around her.” I leaned forward a little. “So you know something?” She looked around, then lowered her voice. “Fine. I will say a little. But you didn’t hear it from me.” “I promise,” I said quickly. She glanced back at the gate of the house before speaking. “The truth is… Miss Jasmine is not well. She lost her memory. She has Amnesia. She doesn’t remember her past or know people she used to know. She has been like this since the accident.”

And I remember what I was, a werewolf. “I can’t remember anything..” Her voice enters my mind loudly and my eyes scrunch up trying to get used to the new sensation. “Me neither…what’s our name.” “I can’t remember.” “Luna, they called me Luna just now.” I don’t know how she does it but she strains on my ears, forcing me to listen to their conversation outside in the corridor. “What’s going on?” “She is presenting signs of amnesia..” “Amnesia?” The pretty female gasps.

Shadows danced around her—familiar yet strange, as if they recognized her even though she did not recall them. Aria turned slowly, her breath quivering. “Where… am I?” Selene’s voice resonated beside her, though the woman was not physically present. “Within the memory they attempted to erase.” A child’s laughter echoed—soft and innocent. Aria became still. A little girl, perhaps four or five years old, dashed between the trees. Her midnight-black curls bounced behind her. Her eyes—brilliant silver, so luminous they appeared almost otherworldly—sparkled with mischief as she pursued a glowing butterfly.

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I struggled to grasp the elusive connection between us. Sensing my turmoil, he gently turned me to face him. His golden eyes searched mine, a silent plea evident in their depths. "Why don't you remember me?" he asked softly, pain lacing his words. I raised a hand to my temple, massaging the persistent ache that had taken residence there since my awakening. "I... I have amnesia," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Since falling into that cave, everything's been a blur. I can't recall my past."

“Ma’am, please stay calm. You’re suffering from something called short-term amnesia. It’s temporary. You may have trouble remembering recent events, but it will come back.” “I don’t understand,” I whispered, my pulse quickening. “You’re saying I forgot my life?” “Not all of it,” she said softly. “Just parts of it. The last few months, maybe a year.” She turned to one of the nurses. “Please, get her family.” Then they left the room, leaving me in silence. I looked around desperately for my bag, my phone, anything familiar, but there was nothing. I pressed my palms against my forehead, trying to remember, but each time I tried, a sharp pain shot through my head like an electric current.

"W-what things she cannot remember, what are you talking about." Naiades stuttered; her inner energy shook more violently than the other nymph she was trying to reason with. "It is something I noticed throughout the long years I have shared together with Amal, first I thought she was hesitant to talk through certain things, but after two lifetimes, I realized that there are things she did not recall, not because she chose not to, but because she could not." "Meli, do you realize… do you understand what you are implying...? What those words of yours mean!"

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit