And just from the beginning, I see the promise in the works of a future masterpiece, this piece is from the book that Trevor has been working on for a while now

                                                                Prelude

There was once a man like no other,

A man who defied the laws of physics, and destroyed the rules of time.

He was an outlaw of cosmological proportions.

One might call Him Newton’s Bandit.

He sailed the empty seas of outer space, searching for an empty rock on which to settle,

A place he’d once called home.

It was on this place that the object of His inheritance held root,

On this place that He was to bring about newness and life.

Fate had chosen Him, chosen Newton’s Bandit to restore what had once been lost,

But it had also left Him with severe limitations.

For as an artist is unable to produce art without a creative blueprint, He, too, was unable to produce His own art without the necessary proposal.

However, the blueprints required for Him to paint life were far beyond the imagination of a man.

In order for Him to continue His fated journey He was to understand the result of nature’s creativity, the makeup of a living organism.

He explored the wasteland for some form of life, but nothing appeared to exist any longer.

It seemed that in His absence some great event had destroyed all the life forms except for one.

After decades of scouring the planet’s surface, Newton’s Bandit stumbled upon a great stony tree, the last reminder of a world that had once been.

The mighty wood’s limbs hung sadly, its fruit still hanging by the buds.

Truly this plant was the inheritance intended for His possession, the medium necessary for Him to create His masterwork!

The tree bent low to its recently received master, and the freshly crowned king knelt in response.

He climbed the archaic lumber with grace and speed, smelling the bark, tasting the fruit.

As He continued His ascent, the plant’s limbs rose with revitalized life, the blue fruit glowed with brilliant splendor.

He seated Himself on the uppermost branch, inhaling the creative blueprints for life.

And He allowed the new ideas to take root in His imagination,

And He understood them to the fullest extent.

Then He used His newly acquired knowledge to bring about a spring of life from the trunk of the throne on which He was seated,

A river painted its route across the dead landscape towards the planet’s highest peak.

There, it dispersed into the skies where it rained down its contents and quenched the desert’s thirst.

It was from this life giving water that everything was born,

The Guardians,

The Mortals,

The Behemoth,

The Leviathan,

And the Chimera.

He desired His creation to reflect His own image,

And so He blessed them each with curious potential.

When He saw what He had done, He was filled with great Joy. He smiled, and said to Himself,

“This is good. This is very, very good.”