Centennial Novels & Stories

Raleigh Christopher is coming home today. At one time, I would have been excited. However, I am not as concerned about it as everyone else seems to be. All four of the territories are hosting their own parties. Me? I’m trying to sort my feelings for a certain black smith. It’s been about a year since the massacre at my birthday. The strange thing is, that was the last massacre that happened. It wasn’t the last murder though. There have been ten more murders since then. No one wants to tell me what is going on, either.

I shook my head, much to his dismay. "Why not? Is Adam still taking his shirt off and distracting you?" I blushed. "No, that's not really the reason why.. "Oh, well, we shall have to work on that!" He exclaimed. "What about tomorrow?" "The Centennial starts tomorrow," I said. "So l'll probably be too busy." He snapped his fingers in disappointment. "Well, I should figure the next dav will be just as good." I was about to remind him that the Centennial was a week-long event when Liu walked over to Malcom and I.

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

“This is a dangerous forest. But Centrans in the past used this route before they build the other route.” A good thing befriending a windlet is that you can trust the windlet to know many things you don’t, and Jai trusted his friend on these things he just explained. Though he didn’t know anything about those names, he wasn’t too prideful to ask. “Alright… First question. What is Centrans?” Jai asked. “Centran is a word for Central Region people. Like Aeronvein citizens are sometimes called Wind people, and the Earth, Earth people… Etcetera,” Darrion answered.

“And I think she gave me some of mine too.” Alexander wrapped an arm around her. “You gave her the gift of forgiveness, Emilia. That’s something most people never get.” Emilia nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. “It’s something you taught me—how to let go of the past and focus on what truly matters.” --- The Vineyard’s Centennial Celebration The following year marked the vineyard’s 100th anniversary, a milestone that brought the family together for an unforgettable celebration. Guests from across the globe arrived to honor the vineyard’s legacy and the Cain family’s contributions to sustainability and philanthropy.

Mr. Chardon nodded, sighed, and said, “I’m already a hundred and fifty-six years old this year.” “A hundred and fifty-six years old?” Samadius said with a longing look on his face, “You don’t even look like you’re fifty-six years old…” Mr. Chardon said calmly, “These are the gains after mastering Reiki. I have lived for three centuries; the nineteenth, twentieth, and the twenty-first. I will no longer have any regrets in this life if I can live to the twenty-second century.”

Yuki said before leading the way again. This time, they went into a saloon-like building with the design from the 19th century. A board above it said, “PRIM’S BEER & BROUSON HUNTER STATION”. Matthew was still confused himself for being able to read that even though he had never seen such writings. The inside of the structure was very much like an old bar. It was quite spacious as well. Many races were present, beastmen, elves, humans, fishmen and even a few dwarves sat together, chatting, drinking and laughing. Some sat alone and minded their own business.

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