I Would Have Waited 500 More Years Novels & Stories

"The year before he died. He never gave me a name. He said Delacroix couldn't have done what he did alone, that someone inside had made the timing possible, and he told me to hold that fact until it mattered, because a fact without a name is just a rumor with better manners, and rumors get people killed chasing shadows that turn out to be nothing." "Three years," I said, quiet, testing the number out loud like it might weigh less spoken than it did sitting silent in my chest. "You've held this for three years." "I've held it since before you were anything but a name your father mentioned when he thought I wasn't paying close enough attention. Yes." He didn't flinch from the number, didn't tr

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,”

Then back at me. "Fear," he said. Flat and plain and entirely unguarded. "Not of you leaving. Not of Riven specifically. Fear that is." He stopped and started again. "I waited five years for you. Five years of full moons on that floor and councils pushing for a Luna selection and the prophet's words sitting in my chest like a stone. And I found you and I marked you and I have been waiting every day since for the thing that comes after this kind of luck. The correction. The balance." "There is no correction coming," I said.

The rain had transformed into drizzling. "When will you call me by my name?" He whispered. I could not maintain eye contact. Why there was hurt in his eyes? "How long can you wait?" I tried to make a joke out of it. But he did not find it the least bit funny. "A thousand years, Alessandra. I can wait a thousand years." I was quiet. The emotions which I felt were alien. Strange! Why he was saying A Thousand Years? It sounded romantic. But it can’t be…

Maybe even before that. Maybe it had never been casual at all, just two people who’d hurt each other badly enough that they needed to pretend indifference while they figured out if trying again was possible. I could wait. I’d already waited five years. What was a little longer if it meant getting this right?

He had not harbored any goodwill towards her. The only thing he paid attention to was Madison. He had seen many life or death events during his long lifetime. After living for 5,000 years, his heart was already worn out beyond belief. The only thing on his mind was Madison. If he could enjoy his relationship with Madison from then on, he would naturally ignore all the negative people in his way.

“Of course Zeeklah. So ..should we?” “Yes!” I said as I stood up and gazed at him. “I’ve been waiting for five years. Five years...” “Well it’s worth a wait then don’t you think?” He said as the fence I was accustomed to, showed a gate way to the other side. Claus gave me his hand daring me to go with him. I mean, I’ve always wanted a wonderful life better than this with weights on my shoulder. I gazed at Claus as he gazed at me hopefully.

There was no scientific proof that the designs were indicative of the relationship but some old-school scholars believed so. Schuyler’s mark had only come to life when he was almost twelve, but Vienna was not worried much. It was not uncommon for the soulmate mark to appear this late in life although maximum age-gap between the soulmates was rarely more than five years. It was known as the delayed reaction and was not really unusual. All she wanted was her son to have a complete and happy life.

Whatever they connected to was very far away. “I will use them to feed, to grow stronger, and when my brethren return, they will not find me the weak child they left behind.” “When they return in a thousand years?” “It is but the blink of an eye.” “So I’ve heard. Fine by me however long it takes. Not like I’ll still be here. But what if I can take care of Peter? You take over the spires and do your thing, the world carries on — for the next thousand years or so — cue music for end titles. Sound good?”

And waits. The debt can wait. The fight can wait. Everything can wait. For four years and nine months. Then the real story begins. END OF PART ONE