It Is The 41st Millennium Novels & Stories

A frown forms on his face as he stares off in confusion. “What do you mean they are early?” I ask, leaning forward in my seat. “The Wild Hunt is held once a century, usually at the beginning of the century.” He explains. “It’s not that far into the twenty-first century as humans call it.” Levi points out, his relaxed pose gone. Adrian turns to look at him. “That is true, but they have already done their Wild Hunt this century, they are eighty years too early for the next one.” “So what does that mean?”

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Perhaps, she would never feel the real happiness of being free. Side note - Daniel is 26. Mili is 18. Support with gems for faster updates. Thank you!

Elma: “We did.” They hung up. No need for more. *17. 11:30pm. Nathan’s Note* He sent it to both of them. `Tomorrow we start Year 42.` `Same rules. Same gloves. Same minute.` `Goodnight.` *18. 11:55pm. Elma’s Last Line* She opened the company log. Leather. 41 years of entries. She wrote with the same pen she used at 22: `December 4, 2047. Year 41.`

A dream or not, she'd figure it out. "What's the date today?" She asked and watched Dale walk towards a seeming illustration of a calendar and pointed at it. It was sketched in a tan cloth, and the details and calculations were odd enough for a human to understand. "It's exactly the 16th day of the 10,000th-century summer." He replied, making her cup her chin as she stared at the empty basalt stone wall in front of her. 'Seasons too occur in these lands.'

Cecillia asked again, she leaned towards Alistair. "I live in 2022," Alistair answered flatly. "Year 2022? Do you know what century you are in now?" Cecillia brought her face closer to Alistair's. "I don't know," Alistair shook his head. "Today is the 16th century, Year 1520," Cecillia replied.

He was dead serious. "It was just a single line, but she had also mentioned that Iota was 1st in place that year, which automatically gives us 4 years, 1901, 1945, 1984 and 1999. I wanna assume that it is someone from batch 1984 or 1999. The book would be in a much worst state if it were from someone in 1901 or 1945, but there is still the possibility, so I don't wanna close it," he pressed on the search engine and begun to type.

December 31, 2050 - Alice Springs Airport, Australia It has been a week since everything about Dr. Jhero's dirty plan ended, it has been a week since lives have been sacrificed, it has been a week since I lost Sean. On December 25, we celebrated Christmas despite our situation, everyone celebrated to welcome a new start, and a few moments from now, we will celebrate New Year and welcome 2051 as the new era, the restart of the world.

But he didn`t know who. “What year is it, boy?” the liege-lord looked out of the window. “262, my lord,” the square replied. “What era is it?” “The First Era, my lord.” “How long did the Ertail Age last?” “7521 years and two hundred and fifteen days.” “What do you think, will this year be different?” “Maybe, we can only hope.” “Truly, hope dies last.” The lord turned to the fire and looked deeply into the flames.

One Thousand Years After the War The amphitheater had been built for this specific purpose—to hold the Millennial Council, where representatives from across the known world gathered to commemorate the thousand-year anniversary of the Great War and to hear from the last living witness. Elara stood backstage, preparing herself. At a thousand and thirty-five years old—give or take, she'd stopped counting precisely after the first few centuries—she was the oldest living being in recorded history. Functionally immortal, unchanged from the day of her reconstitution, she'd watched empires rise and fall, technologies evolve beyond recognition, and the coalition she'd helped build transform into some