It's Been 84 Years Novels & Stories

Then she said, very quietly: "How old is she." "Ninety-seven," I said. Lena walked toward her. Kael stepped back with the instinct of someone who knows when to make space. Sera stopped walking and looked at Lena. The two of them, face to face in the February yard. Ninety-seven years and twenty years. The same specific thing in both their faces, the same bloodline expressing itself through seven decades and four generations and a family separation that nobody had fully resolved in forty years. Sera put her hand out. Lena took it.

“You are dead… you should be dead.” Lena chuckled slightly. “You tried to kill me but you didn't succeed.” she looked at the rest of the people in the living room. “I will tell you all what Evelyn did twenty eight years ago.”

I take in a deep breath, before dropping the bombshell. “That was almost 18 years ago now, Athena”.

"He always held on to the picture so dearly even at5 his death birth nine months ago, he still held on to it, So I keep it after his death. He died at 120." "120? Wow! He lived long." "Yes he did." "Hold on, Did you say this is him?" Mrs. Peace asked pointing to the picture. "Yes. His High School days...The picture was taken 102 years ago...when he was 18." Mr. Gomez said. "I'm not good at Maths but that's 1918, right?" "Yeah. It was taken 1918. The Monochromatic Factor of the picture confirms it. Coloured Film was invented in the 1930s." Mr. Gomez said.

"How old are you, Ms Taylor?" It wasn't so much his question, but the sandpaper roughness of his voice when he spoke that startled her. "Twenty four, sir," Natalie replied, but she was pretty sure he already had an idea from the background check he'd clearly done on her if he knew about Jamie's transplant. "Van Holt Industries will be turning a century in December. You should join us for the celebrations." He continued as he poured himself a glass of something dark and smooth from an expensive-looking crystal decanter and took a slow sip.

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.

I confirmed. “Yes. In fact, the council has actually determined the exact date when the peace started. It started on May 24th, 18 years ago.” As Alpha Callan spoke my birthday, my breath caught, and a slight chill ran through my body. I knew that he was going to speak my birthday, but hearing it still took me by surprise.