Olden Days Novels & Stories

Even in first grade worlds, he would amount to something, let alone third grade worlds. However, the old man's tone made Fane feel like he was nothing. The old man seemed to not want to bother dwelling on the problem with Fane. The old man slowly turned away from Fane, "During ancient times, there were countless amazing geniuses, but a calamity happened, and most of those geniuses were lost. I said so not because I wanted to insult you, but it's just that you really are quite ordinary compared to ancient warriors…" Fane took a deep breath, not countering with anything else. After all, he did not know what ancient times were like, nor did he know about how strong the warriors back then were.

My mother used to tell me a story about the Old World, how it shined too brightly and too soon— until it couldn’t anymore. For a long time, the Old World moved into an endless spin towards the age of technology— and then it stopped. My mother would say, that for a time, the people went on their ways and made lives. And then a plague hit the land and wiped the world of its beautiful palm trees, towering glass buildings, and self-driving machines that can take you to faraway places.

The morning sun did not merely rise over the capital; it seemed to dissolve into the atmosphere, painting the sky in iridescent shades of rose and amber. Across the vast networks of the unified continents, this era had earned a singular, unshakeable title in the historical scrolls: The Golden Age. It was a period where the word scarcity was found only in ancient dictionaries, and the concept of a boundary was treated not as a wall to keep others out, but as an invitation to exchange knowledge.

said Eli, sounding disgruntled. “It’s historic,” said Orin. “I enjoy it. It’s like being in medieval times.” “You know they used to torture people during the Dark Ages,” said Marek sourly. His expression left no doubt he was unimpressed by the naturally formed room, built from stone, wood, and metal.

It might seem backwards because from the reliable written word, Pan-Terra’s history would move on to the misty realm of folklore and mythology. But relentless chaos swept the lands prior to and during The Age of Darkness (Ankoku Jidai). And the only sources of information thereafter were anecdotal evidence, stories, and alleged sightings.

Olivia POV I paced around my room restlessly, my mind occupied with countless thoughts and different possibilities. “Black magic…” I soliloquized under my breath. Black magic was associated with Baalzelbul, the Evil God. I had read about it in ancient texts—records from the Dark Era, an age of endless bloodshed and unimaginable destruction. The catastrophe of that era was still spoken about today. Even centuries later, its horrors continued to haunt history, enough to give little children nightmares whenever the old stories were told.

She strode across the room and said to me, “What do you think of those very words you have just spoken? Times have changed. Do you know why we refer to the previous times of struggle as the dark ages or dark times?” Chloe looked between us trying to understand what was going on, I wasn’t certain myself, but I was going to figure it out “The pack was plagued with death and disunity, wolves acted like they weren’t a part of a Pack, many deserted and made enemies for themselves. Without the strength of the Pack to protect them, they died out.”

I wondered out loud. "Maybe," Rem said with a small shrug. "The old texts are broken and hard to translate because of how old they are and how much is missing, but there used to be several groups of these old beings that humans worshipped like Gods, rituals, blood sacrifices, that sort of thing."

Alex said, “Those are indeed tombstones, but they are probably not dead people. Instead, they are dead gods... This place is known as the Pantheon Tomb. The ones buried in this place are all gods who died in the dawn of time.” “Huh—? The dead gods from the dawn of time?” It was Holly’s first time hearing about those matters. She was going to be baffled at that time. Consequently, the Primal Old Devil then said, “Wrong. We aren’t gods that died in the dawn of time.” Alex was startled for a moment. “Wasn’t it the dawn of time? Is it the Archaic period then?” The Primal Old Devil said, “You are wrong again.”

Across from us, sitting in seats facing us, Pria and Haldor smile at me like I’m some kind of adorable toddler or something. “Noah,” he answers me. “We just pronounced it a little differently.” I nod. “Sometimes, I wish I could have seen the world back then.” “No,” Noah says. “You really don’t. People like to make up this romantic fantasy about the old times, but life back then was hard.” “Oh fuck, yeah,” Pria says. “Especally in the middle ages. Do you remember it?” “Hard to forget,” Haldor answers. “After that fuck twat started with his shit.”