Have you ever been in a situation where you got lost and suddenly a stranger helped you find your way? An instance where you are suddenly caught in a downpour and then a passerby will appear and offer you an umbrella? When you need to fill out a form and someone will offer you a pen? When you dropped your wallet and someone returned it to you? A taxi appearing just in time when you thought you'd never find one? Even as simple as a person offering to open the door for you when you're struggling to carry something heavy?
These are just one of the many simple inconveniences that stop people from doing what they have to do. Minor disruptions to the natural flow of a person's fated course in their everyday lives. But from time to time, a simple act of kindness by a stranger restores the momentum.
I am that person. I am that stranger.
In Synthara, a world that oversees all worlds, all timelines, and all places that exist—I am what they consider a timekeeper. My job is to ensure that the sand in every hourglass will continue to flow. From time to time, the sand will get stuck, and that's when I need to intervene.
It was my job. Us timekeepers were supposed to keep the responsibility for a million years. We needed to complete it so that we're reborn with golden sand. Which means that we get to live a life that is exactly that. Golden.
There are just two things that I must do as one of the timekeepers. One, I need to complete a million years of duty as the timekeeper. Second, under no circumstances must I provoke the creator of time. Whoever that is.
An hourglass was made to keep turning. A person's life will end, and it will restart again to another life created for them. It's the cosmic rule. My only responsibility is to do my job and nothing else. Appear in a person's timeline and offer simple help. I am not allowed to change a person's natural course, nor can I make an impact big enough to change their destiny, especially not when it comes to their sand reaching its end.
It was just two things. Yet I failed both.
On my last day, it happened. An hourglass close to running out of sand stopped just before its last grain. The hourglass that always turned the fastest, one that ran out of sand the quickest, stopped moving. So I did what I needed to do. But before I could leave his time, before I could go back to reap the rewards of doing my million years of service, Aevus Maverik Kanea whispered a name in his sleep.
My name. A name that I didn't have until that moment. A name that made me remember a life that I wasn't supposed to have.
Calandria Maizina.
"She who was always lost in the dark and he who was always in the light are bound to cross paths. It is the will of the wrath of time. For when they meet and her name, who was lost for years and years, has been uttered, their fates will be intertwined once more, and the law of the universe that once been shattered will fail to be mended yet again."
BINABASA MO ANG
Timeless Series #4: Through The Wrath Of Time
PertualanganCalandria Maizina is a timekeeper. Her main responsibility is to keep the time flowing of each person's hourglass by appearing in their lives to offer a simple help. A stranger offering their umbrella? A taxi appearing out of nowhere? A random perso...