by Juan Armando Lawton
the Crest of the family Viridian displays a variety of sigils depicting crustaceans and an assortment of marine biology as represented in the kingdom of Poseidon. The interlocutory legends passed down in remembrance convey a synopsis of approval for the dovetailing of concurrent aspects.
Viridian is a character in development, whose blood runs green with chlorophyll, and whose lineage traces back to dovetail into an ancestry of the trees, and who's blessed to be a soldier in an elite cadre named the Guardians of Ambush, and cursed to begin rapidly growing roots the moment he becomes still, thus he's always on the move, you'll never see him take off his long Australian oilskin duster, nor pocket the keys to his vehicle should he happen to grace your hearth for some split moments one afternoon, always on the move with the slipstream, Viridian doesn't stick around that long, which is one of the reasons most think he's just a legend, a story made up by a college drop out, but I'm here to tell you he's all too real, I mean real as in an actual guy living in our world, who hardly ever gets sick, who stays young looking to others because it's not only in his genes but he's both young at heart and true to himself, just the sort of guy who's actually more common among us than either of us would be predisposed to think. There's a lot of good guys like him around, it turns out, you just never hear about them and even when you see them out there sitting on the bus across from you or walking down the sidewalk as you drive by, they're the real heroes because of how true to themselves they all happen to be, and no one else would necessarily know.
As for Viridian himself, forget about him. You may have spoken with him once at a bus stop, he may have conversed with you in a friendly manner at the coffee shop once or twice, about a band the barista had just been talking about. But you're not likely to see him come in again due to the fact he's anchored to the wind. It's as if he can't stay behind when the rain is lashing sideways and lightning flashes blind the nighttime in a photo-concussion of white that rapidly fades away revealing after images of an assembly of specters before your eyes. That's just how it is because of his natural orientation to the plasmic energy lingering in the air. He's the sort of guy who could walk right by you on a crowded street and you'd never know, not because he was lost among the many faces drifting by, but because his striding gait conjures a series of temporal whirlpools evenly spaced out behind him that obfuscate he was ever there. Most people shrug entities like him off as if they're forgettable yet rest assured, he's anything but that. This is a creature with a natural possession for controlling their plasmic energy on temporal levels as well as along physical diametrical resonance response wavelength vectors and attributions. In other words we're talking about someone with psionic powers, even if they never advanced that far from post adolescence in learning more about how to control them properly. Just another ordinary human being lost among the rest with untapped potential.
One of Viridian's many latent natural powers was pyrokinesis. It may sound a bit strange for a plant creature to be in possession of this power, but come to think of it, existence is strange. He never really developed this ability consciously because frankly, he did not want to watch the world burn. Perhaps that went a long way toward explaining his alliance with the kingdom of Poseidon. Viridian's heart always felt a tug of gravity toward the sea. Echoed in passages of a long lost fabled script known to have been whispered about on the winds as the Synchronomicon, a certain ballast against the forces of flame and darkness could begin to be discerned in the twinned outlines of Amra and Viridian, friends pitted together as heroes against the unknown. Circumstantial vortices beyond their control sent their formerly separate life trajectories on a collision course whose outcome could only be unification or annihilation. The double spiral helical storm entwined about their psychic energy and created a bond that would last a lifetime. Little did they know all along that their mere presence together stirred enough wonder in the hearts of others that it cast a light into the heart of darkness for many generations to come.
They were like a dynamic duo, only weird heroes. The empire they confronted had been slowly built up inside their heads good and proper, like a real dream world ought to be. Together they lanced into the brighter territories of a realm heretofore unexplored, ready at a moment's notice to never turn back. Turn back they never did. Let's get that straightaway. They encountered many portals across their extensive travels. Always willing to step right through them, knowing there may not be a way back. Two valiant friends who stood defiant against the world in their united dream of brotherhood. Amra Crysten & Viridian of the Guardians of Ambush, often considered to be two rogue loners who banded together after being captive on the same pirate ship, to the few who could have known had they survived.
So very few survived the plague years, as if a void passed through us all that chewed and swallowed half of us up. Another revolution before the next lick of the tongue. Our sense of time has begun to unravel. Not that we had any real sense of it in the first place. Just saying. Viridian happens to know all about time, which shouldn't come as a surprise when you know he's a temporal doppelganger, which is to say a clone of an emissary seeded here from the future. It's a bit difficult to get across in terms of conventional meaning. Suffice it to say that Viridian Thornswrath devoted his life to staying true to his sworn company of trees in the Guardians of Ambush since that long ago day he was knighted through a ceremony of accolade bestowed by an elderly oak, before which Viridian kneeled, head bowed down.
The vision of the edge of the forest bordering on the blossoming meadow was permanently etched into Viridian's mind during the lengthening shadows of that evening. He could never forget the trunks of the trees diminishing into the darkness to resemble shields, and their long outstretched branches like spears being held in the silence of night. The trees themselves assembled like soldiers of a vast army, one taken root yet in constant movement on the true battlefield of time. This open secret Viridian knew all too well in his heart, from experience time and again with his friend in the dark. The many adventures he and Amra had embarked upon were enough to fill many books serializing these escapades, many of which remain hard to believe during the hectic pace of the digital age. True to the era they lived in they were.
The adventures of Amra and Viridian become the stuff of legend in time. If only the audience of their story knew that the wonders and miracles in their fabulous exploits pale by contrast to what they actually underwent (and not the other way around)! Here lies a secret buried under heaping layers of mysteries overlapping one another in a tapestry of shrouds: emerging from these swirling mists, the two step out onto the very frontier of the known world together. The arc of their vision twinned from the mirrored parabolas of their minds in a harmonic convergence that not merely doubled their signal but produced a triarchy of plasmic connection known in these cases to operate with sudden unexpected success paving their way forward through a storm of events. The fabric of reality itself occasionally altered during these circumstances. It's a perfectly natural phenomenon for grounded bicameral beings.
Viridian belongs to an old line of growing channelers of the winds of change.
