Time Of Troubles Forgotten Realms Novels & Stories

"Can everyone stop saying that?" Nobody laughed. The Architect kept staring at the shadow. Then finally whispered: "The Forgotten." Silence. The name echoed strangely. Like a memory buried too deep. Nova frowned. "The Forgotten?" The Architect looked exhausted. "As the Dreamers are abandoned possibilities..." A pause. "The Forgotten are abandoned realities." The city froze. Nova's heart skipped. Entire realities? The Architect nodded. "There were universes before this one." The First Memory lowered her gaze. Remembering. The Architect continued.

Soren replied quietly and he added something else but it was too low for me to hear him so I quickly ran after the Nisse who was a little far from me and was waiting patiently. I tried to shut out the conversation I just heard that was clearly about me and not meant for my ears but I couldn’t. Sorens liked me and I didn’t like him that way. I was going to hurt his feelings and maybe lose one of my only friends here. ******** “My queen, is there something I did wrong?” Sorens asked me as I peered into the scrolls in front of me covered with dust, they were written on with a foreign language but that was not the problem I was having, the problem I was having was that most of the words were was

"This is the Realm of The Broken Stars. This is where all the mighty people from the river of time trained and honed their swords to the extreme." Danial froze, his brain barely registering what he had just heard. Realm of The Broken Stars? The river of time? His thoughts swirled in a mix of awe and disbelief. This place, barren and desolate, with crumbling dark structures scattered under a sky teeming with stars, was where legendary figures had trained. Ancient ruins lay half-buried in the ground—once proud monuments, now reduced to forgotten shadows. He could almost hear the echoes of their battles, whispering in the still air.

**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.

The enforcer leader, now unaffected by the time pause, saw the pendant's importance and snatched it up. "The balance of time now rests in our hands," he declared, eyes gleaming maliciously. As he held it up, the room was enveloped in darkness. A spine-chilling whisper echoed, "To seize the past, you must forfeit the future." When the light returned, the Time's Tear, the enforcers, and the Timekeeper were gone. Elara and Aria found themselves standing in a world unfamiliar to them, with the sky painted in hues of red and the once vibrant city in ruins.

When fire awakens, stone remembers. And what is carved cannot lie, only wait. Long had Eldoria forgotten the truths buried beneath its shifting foundations, distracted by wars, politics, and the ceaseless hunger of the present. But the stone, older than memory, patient as the turning of the moons, never forgot. And now, with the age of flame and shadow threatening to close, memory demanded reckoning. It began in the Hall of Echoes.

“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.