Naruto Forgotten Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

The same things I somehow never forgot. A small laugh escaped me. God. The nose thing. I couldn't believe she still did that. The second she'd started reviewing the presentation, there it was. That tiny scrunch of her nose. And for one stupid moment I'd forgotten where we were. Forgotten that she hated me. Forgotten that she belonged to someone else now. Forgotten that I had no right to miss her. Then I'd opened my mouth. Like an idiot. "I used to think it was cute."

“She wasn’t supposed to forget me.” I laughed — a broken, bitter sound that didn’t sound like me. “I wasn’t supposed to?” “I’m sorry, what did you expect me to do after you all uprooted yourselves from my life suddenly? You said to forget.” Nico tried to reach for me and I took a step back, my voice cracking. “And I tried to forget.” . “I tried to forget you every single day. I tried to erase your faces, your voices, the way you left. I wanted to forget you, Nico, because remembering hurt too much.”

She took a deep breath and began reading: "Forget me now, forget me whole, Let not my name rest in your soul. Erase my face from every mind, Let no trace of me remain behind. To Bruce and those who share his sight, Let memories fade, vanish from light. The spell is cast, your minds set free, You shall not remember Natalie. Forget the book, forget the deed, Forget the spark, forget the seed. No whispers left, no scent, no trace, Let all my signs be lost in space. With every breath and closing eye, Let your recall of me now die. No dream, no voice, no second glance,

The image of the baby crying and wriggling in her hold as she pierced his chest with a knife was etched permanently in my brain, a reminder of Nari's obsession with becoming the most powerful witch in Crimson Bay. So, I cast a pretermit spell and removed all her memories in the hidden chamber with me, letting her forget about my participation in all her activities when we were in the room. Since then, she never mentioned the chamber to me ever again. But I have never forgotten that space exists. And after years of avoiding the chamber, now I am back with a mission to save an innocent life. Hopefully this time, I am not too late.

He objects, throwing his hands up in mock frustration. "Okay, okay, I hear you... So someone is making me forget some part of me that is very important to us all? That someone is what's making me feral and not the memories I blocked off?" I repeated my new-found knowledge to him. "Yeah..." He replies, nodding in affirmation. "I'd like to know, how did this someone manage to make me forget? Will you be able to tell me that at least?" "Yeah... It's with the sorcery..." My eyes first widened out of shock then narrowed at him.

I nodded, avoided her gaze, and went to the kitchen to get some water to take the medicine. That night, Mom slept beside me. I fell asleep quickly, but I had a nightmare. In my dream, I kept going back to the day I was hypnotized. The hypnotist had held me down and kept telling me to forget what my family looked like. I had tried to force myself awake, but no matter what I did, I could not wake up. In the end, I really did forget Mom, Dad, and Zack. I jolted awake from the dream, drenched in cold sweat. Mom woke up too and instinctively patted my shoulder. "What is it, Rena? Did you have a nightmare?"

I babbled the nonsense that was floating around my head. “Forget those two. Karma comes around. You were the best thing that ever happened to Adrian. He will realize it soon. Do you remember what you did for him? The insults you accepted? The pretentious people you faked relationships with? The family secrets you pretended not to know? Please! I give it two years before he realizes he lost the best thing that ever happened to him.” I’m not sure how much of this she believes, but it was a pep talk that I needed to hear.

I wrapped myself in the black silk shawl I had brought out and sat on a boulder, looking up at the moon. It was officially my birthday. “If you’re listening, MoonGoddess,” I whispered, “please… don’t forget me. I’m tired of pretending this life is enough.” I closed my eyes for a moment, but there was no answer except the rustling of leaves. I noticed the wind had changed, so I quickly put on my uniform back, arms folded tightly around myself, and headed back to the packhouse, which was still ahead. I was careful, as always, not to make noise or draw attention. But halfway across the courtyard, I froze.

Without sentiment. Then she goes still. Above the headboard, scratched faint and deliberate into the old plaster, small letters, precise, like someone who knew exactly what they were writing and how long it would wait to be found, are words. She reads them without trying. Without thinking. BLOOD REMEMBERS WHAT THE MIND FORGETS. She stares at them for a long time. Old Pack tongue. Ancient. Dead. A script nobody teaches anymore, certainly not to a disgraced Beta’s daughter with no rank and no standing and no reason to ever need it.

⸻ Yet never found the answer. Finally… He smiled. ⸻ “I don’t have a name.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ “Not anymore.” ⸻ Everyone frowned. ⸻ The figure continued. ⸻ “Long ago…” ⸻ The sky darkened. ⸻ “I was the first possibility.” ⸻ The stars trembled. ⸻ “The future that was never chosen.” ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Future Suddenly— A hidden memory appeared.