Remnant Of The Past Novels & Stories

And remnants, once exposed, rarely survived the next phase intact. The ground had shifted again. And this time, it did not shift back.

The scholars had retreated for the mid-day heat, leaving me alone with the silent rows of memory crystals and the physical relics of a time that felt more like a dream than a lived experience. I looked at the broken zip tie in its display case. For ten million years, it had been our North Star—a reminder of the baseline we refused to return to. But today, it felt small. It felt like an artifact from a different species altogether. "You're staring at the 'Before' again," a voice whispered.

The house Charlotte claimed for herself was quiet again, with just me inside. I pulled off my headset. It felt like it had been buzzing the whole time. Young Edmund was still going off. "Why does Gideon get to call our mom 'Mom'? His parents are long gone. I'm the one who worked and saved to put him through school!"

"What is that thing?" I whispered, "A Remnant." Cassian swore under his breath. "Those are myths." "Not anymore." The Remnant turned its faceless gaze toward me. Its light flickered like dying stars. "Your blood hums with the same fire that made the moons. You would rebuild the world. But the gods you defied—they are returning." "I don’t need gods," I said. "I’ll make my own." A tremor passed through the valley, sharp enough to crack what little remained of the Citadel. The Remnant’s wings unfolded, their span blocking the horizon. Each feather shimmered with fragments of memory—wars, births, deaths.

Only the silence of a thousand hearts that didn't beat. "My name is **Unit R-01**," the double said. "But for the sake of the ledger, you may call me **Remnant**. And I am here to facilitate the transition of the remaining organic matter into the Archive." "Organic matter?" I spat, stepping up beside the real Rowan. I was trembling, the weight of the "Reboot" still making my head swim. I felt frail, stripped of the violet fire that had defined me for so long. "You’re talking about people. Families. Pups who have just seen the sun for the first time."

Neither did I let myself wonder whether the 18-year-old him was falling apart right then. I only knew that when some things happened, they couldn't be undone. Once things were tainted, they would remain so. From that day onward, Rodney was no longer part of my life. From then on, our lives went down completely different paths—he stayed in his world, and I found peace in mine. …

I grabbed it and looked at all the contents on my cellphone. "Did I go back to the past? I've read novels about traveling to the past, or maybe transmigrating, but I think it's all just fiction. However, now I'm experiencing it," I muttered to myself, looking around my room. I was determined to make sure of everything, so I rushed into the bathroom to get ready to go to the office. During the trip to the office, I really felt that all of this felt real to me. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.

“I cannot be ignored indefinitely. You will eventually have to confront your past.” Despite the retreat's professed objectives of strengthening the family's history, reaffirming their common purpose, and aligning their hopes for the future, it felt like the past had ripped the door from its hinges and penetrated their sanctuary unapologetically. He wished he would never reencounter the sender's name because he hadn't seen it in years. It was a ghost from a time in his life that he had dedicated his entire existence to removing from the carefully crafted version of himself.

“I don’t love him. Zayn, you’re the only one I have ever loved! But I know that I’m no longer worthy of you.” I no longer resented her as much at that time. It was probably because I learned that things had ended badly for her during her former life. But regardless, it was the past. All I wanted to do was to focus on my future. “It’s useless to keep talking.” Layla smiled bitterly and could not seem to part with me. She found a new job with a workplace that was near me. She used different kinds of methods to please me daily. However, I was indifferent. We had nothing to do with each other. I would not go back to her since I had broken up with her.