Novel & Cerita My Three Thousand Years To The Sky

Oh well, she did say she wanted a bunch of kids! So that’s the story of how I ended up touring Europe for my honeymoon like we had planned to do, just me, my pregnant wife, and our two children! I love her, our children, and the life we share. It still amazes me, that in three years, how my entire universe zoned in and shifted… To her, because of her, for her… Loyalty Amory Knight, my everything… My universe, in three years!

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.

Taylor says softly into my ear. Instead of the all-silver walls I asked for, the one behind the bed is a deep indigo that extends up onto the ceiling. Taylor flicks a switch and suddenly I am staring at what seems like hundreds of tiny pinpricks of light that make me feel like I am staring up at the night sky. I flop down onto the massive bed, sinking onto the silky white sheets and simply gaze upwards with a smile on my face. “This is stunning, Taylor,” I murmur. “Wow, just, wow.” Taylor sinks down next to me. “You like it, Abs? It’s not too much?” he asks looking at me with a hesitant expression on his face.

Cayden took the things to be tested, glanced at the record paper, and continued to ask, "Winston, how long has this person probably died? You haven't said anything yet." Winston's hand that was packing up the case table paused for a moment, but he didn't answer. Instead, he asked Cayden, "Cayden, how long has Aryanna escaped?" Cayden was stunned when he heard what Winston said. He then answered, "It's been three years, Winston. Have you forgotten that after she escaped, it was you who wrote the report to withdraw all her honors and titles?"

As we approached the door, I could see the garden on the other side, which complemented the dark clouds of the house with its bright green, yellow, and red flowers. Noah's voice sounded through. "I can only imagine the look on my parents' faces, considering the fact that I disappeared for three days, and now I'm back with crutches in hand." He turned to face me. “And a beautiful woman by my side." He flashed a grin at me, and I rolled my eyes at him, causing him to laugh. "You're insufferable and full of yourself." "You love me like that, so I couldn’t be more fortunate."

Can’t wait! I knew then—Kit, who had said at lunch he would come home, wasn’t coming back. It wasn’t the first time this had happened in the three years since we married. I made myself a simple bowl of instant noodles and opened my inbox. Staring at over a dozen offers from international airlines, my cursor hovered over the email from Air Montclaire. I clicked “Accept” and booked a flight the day after tomorrow to Solara without a second thought. Five years ago, during a mission to Solara, Kit experienced the most traumatic incident of his flying career.

Something that made the very air taste of ozone and decay. In the distance, beyond the palace walls, the sky turned black. Not with clouds. With something alive. Something that had been sleeping for three centuries. And had just woken up.

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

Grimacing, I found my phone and turned on the flashlight, then walked over to the window. Outside, two figures stood on the balcony of Unit 601.