My Three Thousand Years To The Sky Novels & Stories

He was still pampering me, despite our divorce, even though he thought I had moved on and was pregnant with someone else's child. At first, I tried to push it all away. His tenderness was like a web, intricate and all-encompassing, and I was caught in it, unable to break free. It was six months into my pregnancy when Berkrone was graced with its first snow. That morning, as I opened the window, a blanket of white greeted me, covering the world in silence and peace. However, the path to the university was clear, not a snowflake in sight, as if someone had carefully swept it all away.

The solidification of Aethel-9 in the Sahara had turned the desert into a sanctuary of glass and sound, but the L1 Lagrange point was already pulsing with a different frequency. The "Second Book" was arriving, and it didn't look like a geometric dodecahedron or a city of light. It looked like a Spore-Cloud.

“Yes, baby. Memory has weight. The sky carries most of it. But the Rememberer carries the rest. That’s the deal we made 2000 years ago.” Em nodded. His scar itched. The one that said *Remember*. “I’ll carry it,” he said. That week, the sky did something it hadn’t done in 500 years. It stopped. No petal rain. No pink. No white. For 40 days the sky was just... sky. Blue in the day. Black at night. The moons watched, but nothing fell. Wolves got scared. “Did the sky forget us?” “Did we forget the sky?”

Samantha thanked him numbly and then opened the box with all the things I had left behind. Anthony exited his room with a yawn. He looked at the box with disdain. “Aiden’s been dead for three years. What’s the point of bringing his things here now? This is unlucky stuff. You should throw it all away.” Samantha ignored Anthony. She reached into the box and took out three brand new pairs of gloves made of sheep’s wool. There were also several boxes of expired hand cream. There was even a sticky note with handwritten instructions. Samantha sobbed at the sight of it.

I doubt death changed his methods much. I read it a fourth time anyway, at my desk, with the city going dark orange outside my window and my father's old shipping charts still bolted to the wall behind me because I've never gotten around to taking them down. Thirty days. One marriage. One year, uninterrupted, or the whole empire slides sideways into the cousin's lap. It's the kind of clause a sentimental old man writes when he's dying and wants a story out of his granddaughter's life instead of a balance sheet. It's also, if I'm being honest with myself, the kind of gift I have not been handed in a very long time.

Like it had finally found its other half. Lira was gone. No mist. No girl. But her voice, in all our heads, laughing, free: "Finally. Two judges. Now the sky can sleep." Outside, the second grey beam in the distance... went dark. And from the yard, Vex shouted: "LILA! KAI! YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!" We ran to the door. The sky over Blackridge — the real sky — was clear for the first time in 20 years. No beams. No scars.

CARGO PLANE. 6 people. The strike team. Ethan. Selena. *Maya*. *Connor*. 2 other soldiers. The plane was old. Loud. Flying low to avoid Cult patrols. Outside the window: The Black Moon. It had been 1 year. But it still felt wrong to see it there. Huge. Red-black. Covering half the sky. Connor looked sick. "I hate this sky." "Me too." Maya said. "But we’re gonna change it."

He has to keep his side of the bet, too. I look up at the side of the Sky Tower. Fifty-three floors. Over six hundred feet. He’s never going to do it. Not in a million years.

The sky above Cloudsoar City suddenly shook violently. It felt as if it were about to collapse. People turned to look in the same direction. The clouds in the sky stretched from the heavens to a spot above the plaza in front of Thorne Estate, forming what looked like a staircase. An old man in Dainist robes, holding a horsetail whisk, sauntered down the celestial staircase toward them. Almost everyone looked terrified at the sight. It was the Centasky Stairs, one of the Holy Order of Heavenly Virtue's ten secret arts.

I fell to my knees, panting as I clenched my chest. “You don’t have the magic core,” Killian said, and I smirked, holding my head low. The sky roared as if hundreds of thunders cracked at the same time. Soon the sky was coloured in a spectrum of colours as the roar intensified and echoed in the ether. Hikari and Yule. They finally did it! Killian widened his eyes, peering at the sky, “the curse…” “That’s right.” I got to my feet and looked at the dark sky that fragmented like a gigantic frozen bubble that had encompassed the earth within it for five hundred years.