I've Waited A Hundred Years Novels & Stories

She sat beside him, legs dangling in the air, swinging back and forth. "Great-Grandma says you stood here every night waiting for her. You waited for three hundred years." Her voice was very soft. When she said *three hundred years*, she stretched the word *hundred* very long, like she was counting a very big number. She did not know how long three hundred years was. She only knew it was a very long time. Long enough for Great-Grandma's hair to turn white. Long enough for the pine trees outside the window to grow taller. Long enough that she had not even been born yet.

"I want to go soon." Outside, the northern mountains held their position on the horizon, permanent and patient, the way they always were. And somewhere beyond them, in a territory that barely appeared on modern maps, my grandmother was waiting. She had waited twenty-five years. She could wait one more week. But not much longer than that.

Helena Osei looked at her with the expression of someone who had been waiting twenty-four years for exactly that question. “We already have,” she said.

“They all are.” He then walks out. Cael watches the empty doorway for a moment. “Four centuries,” he says quietly. “I waited four centuries for another one like Soren.” He looks at his hands. “Worth it.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

A Hundred… I squinted my eyes at him, “If you learned a hundred years ago, then how old are you?” He studies my face for a minute before asking, “Does it matter?” I shook my head, “No. No one has ever cooked for me before.” except my mom. “I've lived for more than five hundred years.” he slowly said. It isn't exactly the answer but well five hundred? “Surprised?”

A fresh cool breeze made me shudder. “It’s been over a thousand years, My Queen,” Even though I read about it but hearing it from someone made me realize that a thousand years is a long, long, long, long time ago. It was overwhelming. “Besides, if there really was a survivor, we would have known, or by now at least a whole new generation would have started. I doubt that there is a secret hideout or a place where they all are,”

"This... this... how is this possible? Can you... can you see me?" A surprised voice sounded in the air. "Is there anything difficult?" Samuel smiled slightly. "Difficult?" The voice in the air laughed. "Do you know how long it took for the last person to see me?" "1,700,006,000 years!!" 1.7,000,006,000 years? Hearing this number, Samuel frowned. What kind of concept was this? Even if a year was casually used to count, a year every second, it could be counted for nearly 80 years! After Samuel was shocked, he felt a little sympathy for a person, who had spent a total of 1.7 billion years.

"I did not believe her entirely. I believed her enough to remember it." "The Seer," Lena said. "Did she tell you how long you'd wait?" "No. She said the timing was not hers to know." His voice was careful now, managing weight. "I have thought about that conversation nearly every day for three centuries." "That's a long time to carry something," Lena said.

Sophia ran into the room and hugged her daughter tightly. "How are you feeling dear, are you alright?" Sophia asked with a concerned voice. "I'm alright mother, everything seem so strange," Elise replied. "A lot has happened dear, I thought I had lost you forever, you have no idea how long I had to wait to have you back," Sophia said as she held her hands. "How long exactly?" Elise asked. "It's been three hundred years, I have waited for this moment all my life, but I never gave up hope, I knew you would return to me,’ Sophia explained.

he says. “Oh?” My eyebrows shoot up. “Why?” “I had to wait over a hundred years for you,” he huffs. I kiss his neck. “Was it worth the wait?” “Yes.” He holds me close. “Yes, it was.”