The Girl Who Forgot His Name
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🌑 Scene 1: A Silent Morning – Rebel Encampment, Just Before Dawn
Selene sat alone in her tent.
The flame-lantern beside her had long burned out, but she hadn't noticed.
She held a torn piece of parchment in her hand. On it was a phrase, scrawled by her own writing:
> "I failed him."
She stared at the words…
And her lips trembled.
> "Who?" she whispered to herself.
Her heart pounded.
The name—
Gone.
The face—
A blur.
All she could remember was a feeling.
Pain.
Guilt.
Longing so deep it scorched her chest.
But the name?
Gone like wind in ash.
> "No," she muttered. "No, I knew him. I… I loved him."
And yet, when she tried to remember the shape of his voice, the way he smiled, or even what he looked like…
Only firelight came to mind.
And ashes.
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🧩 Scene 2: Her Mind's Puzzle
Selene walked outside the tent.
The camp was quiet — most still asleep.
She wandered aimlessly, fingers trailing against tents, carts, flames.
Everywhere she looked, something felt missing.
The rebel flag? It was slightly different than she remembered.
Her own diary? Whole pages blank.
The other soldiers?
> "You look tired, Commander," one of them said.
> "Commander?" she asked. "Since when am I—?"
She didn't finish the sentence.
Because she realized no one else remembered either.
Not just about him.
About entire events.
Battles fought. Words spoken. Fires lit.
Like something had cut them all out of history… surgically.
And no one noticed.
Except her.
Because her heart wouldn't let go of a ghost she couldn't name.
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🔥 Scene 3: The Forgotten Flame
That night, Selene visited the Rebel Flame Shrine.
A quiet pyre burned there. Not for heat. Not for worship.
For memory.
She had once lit it with someone.
She remembered his hand over hers.
But not his fingers.
Not his face.
Only the feeling of the touch.
Like fire remembering fire.
She knelt beside the pyre.
And whispered:
> "I don't know who you are.
But I swear by every spark in my soul…
I will remember you."
And the flame answered.
Just once.
A tiny burst.
A brief image—
A figure in black. Eyes glowing like goldfire. A sword with flame etched across its spine.
Then…
Gone.
But her heart screamed.
Her body trembled.
She had loved him.
And she had betrayed him.
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💔 Scene 4: The Dream of Ashes
That night, Selene dreamt.
She stood in a burning field.
Ash fell from the sky like snow.
And through the haze, a man approached — tall, calm, cloaked in silence.
She couldn't see his face.
But his voice whispered like embers:
> "Even if they erase me…
You will remember me where it matters most."
He reached out.
Pressed two fingers to her heart.
> "Here."
She woke up gasping, clutching her chest.
Tears on her face.
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🧠 Passive Memory Trait Gained: Heart-Marked
> ❤️ Emotional bonds resist memoryburn
🔥 Selene's subconscious now recalls emotional resonance even if names and faces are erased
🧩 Can access flame-locked memories if re-triggered by physical or emotional relics
☠ Side Effect: Dream-burn – phantom pain linked to suppressed memory events
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