Ages Of Mankind Novels & Stories

There were nine stone pillars in total, including his own pillar. Among these people, the oldest one looked extremely old. That man must be over hundreds of years old. The scene of him sitting motionless on the stage made him look like a bag of bones. Other than him, there were elderly people in their nineties and eighties. There were also two middle-aged men in their sixties and fifties. After that, there were youngsters like Tyr, as well as teenagers. In the position next to Tyr lay a baby.

All were focused on hearing her words. “And speaking of the beginning,” she continued, “the length of human life used to count roughly 33 Gaea-Clock years. That’s the equivalent of 10 Galactic-Standard years today. Ten! Picture your everyday ten year old. Now imagine as he was millions of years ago. That same person would have been something like a clan elder.

The fireballs weren't that powerful but with so many fireballs, they could threaten their lives. . ... Across different cultures, a person's interests and life strategies vary throughout the various stages of his life. For example: Before the age of twenty, a person may be a young fool and focus on getting his education. As for the stage from twenty to the age of thirty-five, it is devoted to marriage and establishing one’s own family, while the period from the age of thirty-five to fifty-five is directed towards the individual’s establishment of his own business and wealth creation. As for life after that, it is a spiritual life full of meditation in which one isolates himself. That materia

He runs a hand over his chair and leans back in his chair, and my smile falls as I glimpse the grief still creasing his their faces. I can see the wear the years have had on his body too, yet he still looks similar to the last time I’d seen him. Only a few more lines crease his handsome face. I need to remind myself that although we do age, we have an extended life as wolves. So since aging slows in our twenties these men might be much older than the fifty-odd years they look. I keep my annoyance off my face, wishing I’d put more work into noticing the subtle marks of the years on our kind while in the human world.

"Ok, that's close. So, three billion men. Now, if we divide them by age and we figure they range from birth to eighty, and we figure there are about the same number of men in each age, that would be 37,500,000 of any one age. How old a man do you want?" "Somewhere between twenty-eight and forty." "So, if we do the math, you want a man between twenty-eight and forty. That's a twelve-year range. Twelve years times 37,500,000 is 450,000,000."

We both laughed so hard I nearly choked on my tea. "What age even qualifies as childhood for their kind?" I asked, curious. "I mean, he looks like he’s in his early thirties, but I know he’s much older." "They grow exactly like human children until they reach their twenty-fifth year," she explained. "At that point, the aging process slows to a crawl. They still age, but it happens so gradually that a century might only add a few lines to a man's face. Alistair has many years before the weight of time truly shows on him."

Her curiosity was a flicker of light in the darkness of my life, a sign of her interest in me and my world. "Well... to start with, I'm the oldest here... by about 400 years or so." Her gasp was unexpectedly pleasing, making me grin as I continued, "I'm just over 1200. I was born in...well, around 880 AD." The numbers were drastic, a testament to the centuries I had traversed and the epochs of human history I had witnessed. To her, my age was a concept as foreign and vast as the night sky, filled with stars and untold stories.

Lady Dahlia laughed, and somehow, I understood the joke. "But tradition is something I'm very much fond of, and so I wanted to pass this on to you so you can pass it on to your daughter when she marries in the future, or daughter-in-law for that matter. I do hope I live long enough to see her walk down the aisle that all Vandenberg women walked upon, and that you will, too, tomorrow," she said, her eyes softened as she said those words. As the New World gets older, so does people die younger and younger each passing generation. I read somewhere that people from the Old World used to live to a hundred, but in the New World, you'd be lucky to even pass the age half that. I heard the oldest man

I asked. Ebiye shrugged. “It has its own up sides. I got to see humans grow from nothing to the so called intelligent beings they call themselves; there was the time of the gods, the wars, the slave trade, colonization, and now this new rave of modernity. Each generation has its interesting side.” My eyes widened in surprise. “So you all have been around since the beginning of the world?” the thought of that itself was overwhelming. “No.” Ebiye shook her head. “I’m just a little above three thousand years of age, one of the first.”

he calmly explained. Diana stared up at him. At his youthful and handsome face. "And how old are you?" He smirked, "In god years or human years?" She shrugged, not really knowing how to respond to that. She didn't even know what difference there was between the two. So he proceeded to explain, "Well, in god years I've barely gotten to exist, I'm actually one of the youngest gods that there are. But in human years, you could say that I've been living for quite a while. Three thousand and twenty-seven years, to be more specific,"