Oh Who Is She A Misty Memory Novels & Stories

She asked her confusedly as her frown deepened. The woman gazed at her confusedly. You don't know? She asked wonder written on her face. Not wanting to waste more time, I stood up and walked closer to them. "Thank you madam for your help" we would take our Leave now" I said and she frowned. "She has amnesia and thus, can not remember anything except her name" I said wanting to clear her curiosity. Oh! She exclaimed and stared at Melissa pitifully. "My poor child" she exclaimed pulling her to a hug as tears trickled down her cheek.

“And what would that be? You claim to have some amazing plan to stop Allison? Something that we haven’t thought of despite all of our attempts?” But she then looked away to gaze at the scenery around her once more. “Your subconscious chose an interesting memory for your transition,” she mused. “Do you know why it picked this forest? It’s somewhere I’m very familiar with.” “…Why would I know? It’s just a forest….” But the reluctance in my voice was obvious, almost as if I knew what she was talking about. “This is a forest belonging to the Winter Mist. Was this not where you died in the last timeline? Where—.”

He asks with so much concern in his blue eyes as he searches through her face for any sign of injury. “Why did you leave if you were going to return. Why did you have to make me lose my mind from the pain I felt in your absence?” She places her right palm on the face of the figure as a drop of tears escapes from her eye, her heart starting to ache badly. She was losing her mind and couldn’t pinpoint the source of all this confusion. Whether it was all the wine she had downed on at the party or the effect of bumping her head badly on her table, she knew she was seeing someone she shouldn’t be seeing.

Because I always call her a crazy woman. "You don't know my name?" asked this girl. She sobbed even more. "Fucking asshole. You fuck me everytime, but you don't know my name?" scolded the girl. Yes it can't be helped, I only remember the names of people who are essential in my life. "Sorry." I just scratched the nape of my neck. Because someone insignificant in my life, I won't remember her name. "I'm Alicia. How come you don't know my name. But you know my boobs and my ass. You asshole!"

I pity her as I could see in her eyes that she was lonely and was longing for a sister's love and presence. "No, I am certain that you are—" she stopped for a moment and wiped away her single tear. She heaved a deep sigh and instantly shook her head when she finally realised her mistake. "Yes, you're right. I am mistaken. Sorry for that," she continued with a bitter smile plastered on her face. That was a tad strange. She must have gotten into trauma and act like that to everyone she met.

I said to Fabian, "Honestly, I don't remember much of our past." His eyes grew red-rimmed when he heard me, but he forced a smile. "Anya, I came to confess something. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but I think I should tell you the truth," he said. "Do you remember the vitamins I gave you a few months ago? They weren't really vitamins but an experimental drug I developed. They can erase parts of a person's memory, and they haven't been released outside the lab."

As the vehicle turned down a long drive, I stared out the window trying to process what I had seen in Misty’s mind. She looked to be in her late twenties now, to those memories must have been about eight to ten years ago. What atrocities had she suffered in the time since?

"So what if I did? The healer said Mnemowort can rouse an injured wolf and help Kane recall the past. Don't you want Kane to get his memory back, Beta Isla?" She obviously wanted Kane's memory back. She couldn't wait for him to recall how he'd hurt me to keep her safe, how icy he'd been to me, and how deeply he'd loathed me. She believed that once his memory returned, he'd be hers again. As Selena's words died out, I blanched on purpose and let the mug tremble in my hand. I let her taunt slide and turned to Kane on the bed, pain and disbelief burning in my eyes.

Behind them, a whisper answered: “Me.” A small figure stepped from the mist. Barefoot, Hair glowing silver, Eyes violet, But not Liolai’s. Not anymore. Older, Wiser. Touched by paradox. She looked at them both and said: “I am what was left when she was pulled apart.” Kael stepped back. “What are you?” “I’m her memory,” the child said softly. “Her grief.” “Her echo.” Ashen asked, “Then where’s her body?” “She’s being read,” the child whispered.

She shouldn't remember anything now. "Thank you for your help, Dex. Now I just need fairy dust from the queen of the fairies and then we can turn everything into the crystal we need for Ash. You don't know how much this mess to me." She smiled at me as she held the vile up at me. Inside the vile was the light blue mist that emits while we sing. It's that mist that buries itself deep into the mind. It keeps the song going even after it's done being sung. It seems the memory is staying tucked away for now.