The Forgotten Temple Totk Novels & Stories

She said a little tentatively, her gaze suddenly avoiding mine, and I can’t help but be reminded of the many times they try to tell me I have lost my thoughts… memories. I want desperately to think they would not lie to me, especially after all the moon goddess told me, but if I had lost my memory, why do I remember my childhood? My family… so much of my life? That goes against everything they are telling me. Does that not show they are lying? I closed my eyes trying to block out the thoughts that flooded my brain.

After searching around, Andrius asked, “Can you think of anything else? Like the secrets or songs of the temple?” The two of them had no idea what they were looking for, and it was not a good sign. Kelvin shook his head. “Wolf King, I have gone through all my memories about this place and I still got nothing.” Andrius was silenced. “The temple! It’s the temple!” Then, a loud cackle came from outside the gate and it actually traveled across the water. It was the Second War God. “Andrius, I know you are inside. There’s nowhere for you to run now.”

“My brave Haco, I give you my permission to execute your ingenious plan.” “I am grateful for your consideration.” “Prepare for whatever provisions you might need.” The Fire Lord returns to his throne. Haco and a dozen of rangers bow then exit soon after. “My people search our fortress. Check each and every area of our Haven. Find out if the Dark fairy has left any clues as well as magical traps. Be careful. We shall fortify the security of our realm.” All the fire fairies depart in silence from the throne room. The Fire Lord sits on his granite throne once more.

“There’s a reason I came back when I did. The boundary between this world and the next is weakening. Something is slipping through, something that was never meant to return.” Elara swallowed hard. “What is it?” Kael hesitated before answering. “It calls itself The Forgotten.” The name sent an involuntary shiver through her. Vesper scowled. “That sounds like something I’d rather not meet.” Kael let out a humorless laugh. “You won’t have a choice.” Another tremor shook the tunnel, this one strong enough to crack the walls. From somewhere deep in the darkness, a whisper echoed—a sound so faint it was almost lost beneath the crumbling stone.

“Stay within your bond’s reach. Don’t trust what you see.” He wasn’t being dramatic. The Temple of Dusk was a relic from the Age of Sundering—built by the Moonbound ancestors who had once stood at the threshold of gods and monsters. It was rumored to house ancient echoes: echoes that saw into your past… and made you bleed with it.

Then—“We need to find the origin of the curse. The place it was forged. If Arielle is going to face Morganna, she has to understand the full truth. No more guessing.” Fenton nodded. “There’s an old temple. Off the southern cliffs. Long abandoned. Half collapsed. But the priesthood used it before the fall. It’s in the records.” “Then that’s where we go,” I said, rising slowly. Lucian moved to support me, but I shook my head. “I’m not broken,” I told him. “Not anymore.”

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The fortress is no longer a fortress—it’s a *nexus*. The oak’s roots have grown beyond the crystalline forest, threading through the fabric of reality itself. The flowers bloom in every color imaginable, their petals shimmering with fragments of timelines both lived and unlived. The Forgotten who remain have become something else entirely—guardians, gardeners, or perhaps prisoners. Their mutations have stabilized, but their eyes hold a distant, almost reverent glow. They call the oak **the Worldheart** now, and they speak of it in whispers, as if afraid it might hear.

Vera said softly. "I don't know how," Emereah whispered, swaying her daughter. "Every time I blink, I see flames." Vera moved closer, speaking softly. "Then perhaps it's time we face it." Emereah blinked. "What are you talking about?" Vera didn't dawdle. "We have to visit the Temple of Forgotten Fire." There was silence. Emereah gaped at her. "That temple is cursed," she breathed. "Sealed. Forbidden since the Age of Sundering."

It was a reasonably accommodated area, a remote military installation of the intelligence corps in the eastern woods, nearer to Pergum than it was anywhere. The tent which they were given was comfortably sized with seats and tables for each of them, especially equipped with advanced technological gadgets and magical enchantments for each of them to use according to their needs. Zahaynei had prepared the tent area in haste while being mindful to maintain careful consideration, willing that Kallida would want for nothing and all should go well for them in this final mission to apprehend the enemies of their Lord the King.

he said, tapping the map with a finger, “we’re here. This little dot is your home. Most of the portals tend to be clustered around the homes of active Oneiromancers. Makes it easier to access the veiled paths.” “Which means... the Temple of the Forgotten should be…” He trailed off as his finger slid across the page, stopping near the edge. “Right about here.” I leaned in closer, squinting at the faded markings. The lines were jagged, almost frantic, like they’d been drawn in a hurry. “That area…” I murmured, trying to recall the terrain. “I think that’s the abandoned chemical factory up on the mountain. The one they closed off after the explosion.”