Scout of a Forgotten Army: Those Who Remember Forget

Cold.



That was Lucas’s first thought upon waking in the Tower of Arrival—a vast, echoing chamber of stone and silence. His memories were scattered, fractured, lost to a storm he couldn’t name. Around him, others stirred—strangers as hollow-eyed and disoriented as he was. None of them knew why they were here. None of them remembered who they had been.



Before questions could take shape, a figure of light appeared—a holographic echo wrapped in robes of gold. It offered no comfort. Only truth.



“You are far from home. But your home is no more.”



The voice warned them not to chase the past. That their memories were shards of a shattered world, and seeking them would only bring pain. Instead, they were told to start anew in Hollowrest—a frontier town carved into the edge of survival, flanked by the haunted ruins of the east and the war-born might of the northern Iron Confederacy.



They were free, the figure said. Free to choose their path. Free to live and die by their own will. And to aid them, it offered a gift:



The System.

A tool of power. A tether to progression. A curse in disguise.



Then it vanished, and the world began.



Lucas should have moved forward like the others. He should have chosen a guild, built a new life, played the game the world demanded.



But something inside him screamed.



A whisper. A spark. A question that refused to fade: Who was I… before all this?



And worse—why does the act of remembering make him forget even more?