My Three Thousand Years To The Sky Novels & Stories

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

Zero? Yukira smiled despite her, losing. She congratulate Elana and went to where we are after receiving her certificate. “Sorry to disappoint y’all,” she smiled a little. We all shook our heads. “We’re not disappointed! We’re proud of you!” Teagan exclaimed. “Yeah, you’re still a winner for us,” Unira smiled. “Yeah, it’s just that... It’s kinda fishy,” Scarlet said that made us look at her. I thought I’m the only one who noticed.

Iditan hit me from unique angles outside the wall of darkness, coming at me from all around that I had to contort my body wildly to maintain the flow. “You are born of the Earth, chosen one of the heavens. Believe.” A voice, sounding female, male, young, and old at the same time, called out to me in my state of epiphany. I let go of all remaining bonds holding me. I soared. This time far above the clouds into the broad galaxy where there was so much and yet nothing. The earth led my body to fight, the heavens led my magic. And so we danced., on and on.

Tarnished and wooden is this house, Old and rickety, the yard, sodden with black mud that sticks and itches like lice, dark and smelly, yet the sky is blue, pale blue, it is ours, ours, ours. Strife hath no shade and shame no tinge. Anger is crismon, and green is fun, but the sky is blue, pale blue, and it is ours, ours, ours, We make certain that the constellations are ours. Ours. Ours—Amanda.

As the plane left JFK headed west, I felt the weight of the last three years lift from my shoulders and the first true smile in a very long time stretched across my face. No more waiting. No more crying. I’m done with all of that. I couldn't remember the last time I was able to just think about myself first without thinking of someone else’s needs. Misha has been my entire world for the last three years, and every decision I made centered on how I could support HIS life and HIS career.

​The sky didn’t tear; it unzipped. It was a surgical, clinical sound—the noise of a high-end garment being opened by a cold, metallic hand. The perfect blue of the 401st Chapter, the sky Kael had sacrificed his very existence to paint, was being peeled back to reveal a grid of glowing violet neon and sterile white light. ​"Nora, get to the Cradle!" Elia screamed, her voice cracking as the peaceful meadow began to vibrate with the hum of a thousand synchronized engines.

Eliana lay on her back, staring up at a sky that was not compressed time or collapsing architecture or the machinery of a dying law. It was simply sky, the blue of late afternoon, streaked with the first hints of sunset, the color of a world that had never learned to bargain, never learned to exchange, never learned to weigh the worth of a soul against the duration of a life.

Tell me what you notice. Yanran looked at her. 'That is it?' 'That is it.' A pause. Then Yanran closed her eyes. She was quiet for two minutes. Three. Then she said, without opening her eyes, 'There are six people on this peak right now not including us. Two of them are working and their focus has a particular quality — concentrated, going inward. One of them is in conversation and the emotional frequency of it is warm. One of them is worried about something they have not said yet. One of them is happy in the straightforward way that does not need anything.'

"The sky doesn't care about your pride, Aichonne. If you fall, you die. I will not have you dying because you’re too stubborn to accept the only safety left to you." The sky-mount, a gargantuan beast of corded muscle and iridescent, shifting scales, senses our friction. It shrieks, a sound that shreds the low-hanging clouds, and snaps its massive, leathery wings wide. The force of the take-off is a violent, stomach-turning lurch that defies gravity, slamming us against the seat. Aichonne has no choice. The gale-force winds hammer against us, a physical wall that would peel a lesser creature from the saddle. She is forced to abandon her rigid, defiant posture, her slender arms snapping around

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."