EPISODE 5 : THE MEMORY HIDDEN WITHIN
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The rain fell heavily that night.
Asher stood by the window, watching the city disappear beneath the storm.
He had always thought he knew who he was.
Asher Knight.
A scholarship student.
Someone without a powerful family, without a famous name, without a past worth remembering.
But now everything he believed was slowly breaking apart.
A lost kingdom.
A forgotten bloodline.
A memory that had been taken from him.
And two men who knew more about his life than he did.
His hands tightened around the wooden wolf.
For twenty years, this small object had been the only connection he had to the past.
He never understood why he kept it.
Why he felt like losing it would mean losing the last piece of himself.
Now he finally knew.
It was never just a toy.
It was a reminder.
A reminder of who he was before the world changed.
A knock interrupted his thoughts.
Asher turned.
He already knew who it was.
“Come in.”
The door opened.
Lucas stepped inside.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The silence between them felt heavier than any argument.
“You’re angry.”
Asher looked away.
“Shouldn’t I be?”
Lucas didn’t answer.
“You knew something was wrong with me.”
His voice remained calm, but the disappointment was clear.
“You knew I had lost my memories.”
Lucas lowered his eyes.
“Yes.”
The honesty surprised Asher.
“You could have told me.”
“I could have.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
Lucas was silent for a moment.
“Because the moment you remembered who you were, you would stop being safe.”
Asher laughed quietly.
“Safe?”
He looked back at him.
“I spent my entire life not knowing who I was.”
Lucas said nothing.
“I thought I was broken because I couldn’t remember my childhood.”
His voice became softer.
“I thought there was something wrong with me.”
Lucas looked at him.
“There was never anything wrong with you.”
Those words made Asher pause.
Because for some reason, they felt like something he had needed to hear for a very long time.
Lucas stepped closer.
“The night your kingdom fell, you were not supposed to survive.”
Asher looked at him.
“Then how did I?”
Lucas’s expression changed.
“Your mother.”
The room became quiet.
“She used the last of her power to protect you.”
Asher felt his chest tighten.
“My mother?”
Lucas nodded.
“She knew they were coming. She knew she couldn’t stop them, so she made one final choice.”
“What choice?”
Lucas looked at the wooden wolf.
“She hid your memories inside that.”
Asher stared at the wolf.
“That’s impossible.”
“Your bloodline was not like ordinary people.”
Lucas’s voice was serious.
“The Silver Moon family had abilities that others feared.”
Asher looked down.
“So my memories are inside this?”
“Not all of them.”
Lucas paused.
“Only the ones you were ready to handle.”
Before Asher could respond, the wooden wolf suddenly began to glow faintly.
Both of them froze.
Asher stepped back.
“What’s happening?”
Lucas stared at it.
For the first time, he looked surprised.
“That shouldn’t be possible yet.”
The light grew brighter.
A strange warmth spread through the room.
Then Asher heard a voice.
A voice he had not heard in twenty years.
His mother’s voice.
“My little wolf…”
His entire body froze.
No.
It couldn’t be real.
“If you are hearing this, it means the time has come.”
Asher’s eyes widened.
A memory appeared.
Not a nightmare.
Not a broken piece of the past.
A real memory.
He was young again.
Standing inside the palace.
His mother was kneeling in front of him, tears in her eyes.
She placed the wooden wolf into his hands.
“Listen to me carefully, Asher.”
The young boy looked at her.
“Whatever happens, you must survive.”
The memory shook.
A loud noise came from outside.
Her expression changed.
Fear.
But not for herself.
For him.
“Promise me you won’t let them take away who you are.”
The memory disappeared.
Asher returned to reality.
But tears filled his eyes before he could stop them.
For the first time in twenty years…
He remembered her.
Lucas looked at him quietly.
He understood.
Because he had been there.
Asher wiped his face and looked at him.
“You knew.”
Lucas nodded.
“I did.”
“You saw her?”
“Yes.”
Asher’s voice became unsteady.
“Did she suffer?”
Lucas looked away.
And that answer was enough.
The silence that followed felt painful.
Then Asher’s expression changed.
Not sadness.
Determination.
“Tell me everything.”
Lucas looked at him.
“Asher—”
“No more secrets.”
His voice was firm.
“I want to know who destroyed my family.”
Outside, the storm continued.
But inside Asher, something had changed.
The boy who spent years hiding was gone.
The lost prince was beginning to wake.
And somewhere in the darkness, the people who thought they had erased him forever…
We’re about to discover their greatest mistake.
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