It's Been 3000 Years Novels & Stories

Jason asked. "It might be five thousand years, or six thousand years ago. The board that is used to record the time has become blurry. I don't know how many years we have been here." said the old man. Sitting in the wooden house, Jason began to explain what had happened in the past five or six thousand years. It was just history, and no one was more familiar with it than him. From the initial shock to disbelief, the old man finally stopped Jason and closed his eyes. Obviously, he needed time to digest so much information.

says Syl, "I'm not sure about a perfect score, but I'm a little closer to not failing." "That's good," says Hala, "I feel this class is probably one of the easier ones." "Yeah," I say with a nod, "history has so many dates already. I didn't know that the Egyptian pharos had so many dynasties." "Or the origin of the calendar," agrees Syl. "I was just surprised that Mesopotamia lasted so long," says Hala, "in my mind, for some reason, I thought that it lasted for a thousand years or less."

, Marcus said and Aloha's eyes widened. “Tell me, this history would be like how many years ago,” Aloha asked. “We can't say, but it will be like one thousand years ago” Marcus replied and Aloha gasped. “What? You mean your king is up to one thousand years old” Aloha asked, she seemed not to believe the truth, glaring at her. “Yes… Why are you shocked, we wolves live longer, especially if you are powerful as our king” Marcus said and turned back, he brought out a medicine from the shelf inside his room and took along water he stretched to Aloha, who looked startled.

I breathe. “I’d say so, yes” he smiled at me. “You see, Ayla, there is a power shift every three hundred years. We change the leading clan and pack every ten years, but the power never really changes until the three hundred years are up,” he explained. “Okay, so why do we bother doing it then” I’m confused

And with each time, a new era of significant changes occurred. “Why didn’t you lead with this?” I snapped. “Had you mentioned this to me the day you brought it in, I wouldn’t have left it to collect dust!” He bowed his head apologetically. The last one had been a century ago, almost to the day. We measured a lunar year by the cycles of our shift, which is a little over thirteen human months. We were literally on the precipice of this prophecy. ‘That doesn’t sound so good, Dom.’ Amos stated as he paced my mind.

"Before anyone now alive walked beneath them." "Yes," Ernest said. Don stood in the October copse beneath the old oaks. He had the quality of looking that he brought to the oldest things — the things that had the longest accounts, the things that had been present for more of the world's history than any person could comprehend. The Hagia Sophia, which had stood for nearly fifteen centuries. The Parthenon, which had stood for nearly twenty-five. The quince root stocks from 1933, which had been in the ground for almost a century. The oaks, which had probably been here for three centuries at least.

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.”

Gates nodded and said, “Yes, this is the recorded recipe for the elixir of life. However, without these three important medicinal materials, the elixir of life is just empty talk. In particular, the last material is not something born of nature but has to be cultivated for 3,000 years by hundreds of generations of medical slaves before it can be used.” Elixir of life? 3,000 years? Philip suddenly felt that the world was spinning as his mind was overwhelmed. Did that mean that Wynn only had three years to live? Where the hell was he supposed to find this thing?

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.

"But you're 365 or 366 years old!" "What's your point?" he asked, confused at my outburst. I gaped at him, not knowing how he couldn't see the wonder in the situation. "You've been friends for over three hundred years?" I asked, trying to clarify the situation. I watched as Sol nodded his head and pulled me back toward him. "I suppose so… It doesn't feel like it at all though." "Three hundred years," I breathed out. "I can't imagine living for three hundred years. God, the things you two must have seen together…"