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The Guardian of Time

“The Guardian of Time” is a Mayhem Universe trilogy featured in my upcoming short story collection, Mayhem Genesis. You briefly met Father Aetas in The Tempest’s Tower 2: New Beginning. What is his story? How is he linked to the gifted? Does he have powers?

All regarding Nerio Aetas, aka The Priest, will be revealed in Mayhem Genesis. His origin story is linked to the universe’s origin story, making The Priest a key player in many of my tales of mayhem.

The book is set to include 12 unique stories, 4 separate trilogies. I absolutely love to tell stories. Writing poetry is a very close second. I figured out a way to do both within the pages of this book. For example, here’s an excerpt from “The Guardian of Time: Part 1”:

With the breath of this clime
Conjure forth sands of time,
So that they may merge,
Under the eye of Demiurge,
With the fruit of the land
Upon which I now stand.

I would love to give you some context, but that would ruin the story. I certainly welcome your theories though! You just have to wait for Mayhem Genesis to find out if you were right.

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Waterbender, part 2

This epic begins with Waterbender, part 1. I encourage you to read that first if you have not already.

His progress was slow but
He was not crestfallen.
He labored, persevered,
Hard work did not stall him.
He would never have dreamt
To ask more of the moon,
Had it not been for
A destructive typhoon.
The cyclone struck
With all of its might,
Leaving carnage and fires
That lit up the night.
His village in flames,
He escaped to the bay,
But he was not strong enough
To keep the inferno away.
He watched helpless,
The forest was consumed.
He had to do something or
They were all doomed.
His voice pierced the darkness,
His tone do-or-die,
“Great Mentor please help,
You are stronger than I!”
The moon responded
To his desperate plea,
“The time has come,
Listen closely to me.
You are the hero
That your people need.
You have shown great honor,
Shunned excess and greed.
The incantation I utter
That shall now be cast,
Charges you with alone
With responsibility so vast…
I, Moon, agent of Mother Nature,
Powerful orb of the night,
Celestial body and
Earth’s sole satellite,
Recognize you, Brandon,
To be the Cosmos’ son.
You’re a bender of fluids,
Your planet’s Chosen One.
I bestow upon you
Capacity without limit
To protect your world,
And all that live in it.
For let it be known,
I bequeath upon thee,
The gift of the righteous
And control of the sea.”
He felt it immediately,
Vim coursed through his veins.
Finally his powers
Had broken their chains.
He lifted his hands
A mammoth wall gave rise,
This one so tall
Water stretched to the skies.
So diligently he had
Perfected his technique,
He feared not this potency,
He need not be meek.
With immense confidence
He doused the great blaze,
Reducing an inferno
To a mere smoky haze.
The villagers rejoiced.
A champion was born.
His gallant tale was spread
Before darkness became morn.

This poem & its character have spawned a new hero universe. New paladins are in the works, plus stories begin to intertwine as the waterbender meets the weather controller soon. Please check back as the saga continues and let me know what you think!

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Waterbender, part 1

Tucked away
In a distant place,
There lived a boy
With an angel’s face.
Early mornings
He would rise
To watch the sun
Light faraway skies.
He’d remain outside
Until end of day,
And watch the sun
Fade away.
As nightfall bolstered
The ascending moon,
He’d make his way
To the dark lagoon.
The waters there
Would ebb and flow,
Under the effect of
A celestial glow.
Bending Earth’s tears
Without a touch,
He wondered if he
Could do as much.
His waking hours
Were spent learning
How the tides
Kept on churning.
A full moon repaid
His fierce devotion
By granting the skill to
Put fluid in motion.
Days exhausted
Honing his gift,
Were rewarded when he
Spawned his first rift.
Soon he summoned
A squat water wall,
Vowing to practice
‘Til he beckoned one tall.
With a warrior’s soul
And purity of heart,
He was sure that this
Was only the start…