My Three Thousand Years To The Sky นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Nathan, if you don't want to take responsibility, you don't need to flee back to Kingsford." I stared at her blankly before laughing. "No, you've got the wrong idea. It's New Year's. I haven't been back in four years. I have to go home this year." Without hesitation, she replied, "Then I'm coming with you. Even ugly daughters-in-law have to meet their in-laws eventually." I twitched at the corner of my mouth before finding myself smiling. "Okay." The next day, when the plane landed in Kingsford, the city felt strangely unfamiliar.

On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife. "Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy." This was the third time it happened. Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode. Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly. I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead." He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you." Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around. Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.

The frustration, and irritation of Ella was satisfying his heart. 10 year ago his father commited suicide because his business partner accused in the allegation of transporting material illegally. His business partner betrayed him, and took over the whole company. The business partner was none other than Elijah Maxwell who destroyed his whole family. "Elijah Maxwell, get ready for your destruction, you are going to pay for what you did 10 years ago," he mumbled to himself. Several minutes passed since she went to her room to get dressed up. He was getting bored of waiting so he started to scroll through his phone.

And finally, a child with a long sword strapped to his back, the 9th Sky. In the 2nd Sky’s hands was a generously ornamented flute. This flute was an artefact that could summon the Skies as long as they were within range. Its range covered a large galaxy and as long as the 2nd Sky wished it, the 3rd Sky would appear here. “There is no need. She is already with our target. Do not make me come out. Bring the Asura before me and make it kneel at my feet.” “Yes Lord,” the 2nd Sky obeyed, leaving the room, and soaring out of the battleship. The other Skies left with him after bowing to their lord. As they gazed upon the world below, their arrogant expressions conveyed their disgust.

No one up above will hear your pleas, because none exists up there. I know, because I tried. I cringe at myself whenever I remember that time I knelt on that verdant ground, and with the top of my lungs, I clamored to the night sky; just at least make that one wish come true. It was the stupidest thing I have done in my entire life. Two weeks must have passed ever since I left Underworld and has been forty-three years since I left that home, but not a single regret is gnawing my core. Who wouldn’t? ---since the ‘most interesting people are in here.

"The leader often talks about you. He says you're the most gifted student he's ever had." … Two months flew by, and life at the institute was simple but rewarding. Day in and day out, we dove deep into scholarly debates with the team. With me on board, we managed to push the project forward by a whole year, a new record for the institute, the leader proudly announced. Sunny had transformed from the timid junior she once was into my right-hand woman. We shared that unspoken bond, often understanding each other's thoughts with just a glance. Thanks to the dedicated care of the nurses and doctors, Grandpa finally came around.

James looked at Zella, who was standing to the side and wearing white clothes. “The Sky Burial Age was only thirty thousand epochs past your era. How much do you know about the Sky Burial Age?” Hearing that made Zella fall into deep ponder. After a while, she slowly sat down and looked at James opposite her. Softly, she said, “You’re finally asking the right questions. I know more about the Sky Burial Age, which was thirty thousand epochs past my era because I lived from that era.” When James heard that, he held his breath.

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.

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.'

Then I put my hand back on the control yoke. Tower cleared me for takeoff. I advanced the throttle. The engine roared louder. Runway markings swept beneath the nose, one by one. I reached rotation speed. I eased back on the yoke. The wheels left the ground. In that moment, there was no roar like I'd imagined, and no tears. Just quiet. The ground fell away slowly. Rivers, forests, and rooftops spread out beneath me. The sky that should have been mine seven years ago, the one I'd come within a single step of, had finally caught me again.