Heaven's Called

By Ty'Ron W. C. Robinson II

"WELCOME TO THE KINGDOM."

Sometime after Tales of the Numinous and the formation of Heaven's Called, the supernatural forces have continued to do their works throughout the universe.

Their names are as follows: Creed, The Unholy Knight. Death Chaser, The Soul of Retribution. Travis Vail, The Spirit-See

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Titan Entertainment
• Release date: Oct 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781735315478

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A DARK TITAN UNIVERSE MOSAIC NOVEL

TY’RON W. C. ROBINSON II

Heaven’s Called is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide the sense of authenticity and are use fictitiously. All other characters, all incidents, dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be seen as real.

Copyright © 2020 by Ty’Ron W. C. Robinson II.

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Published by Dark Titan Entertainment.

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Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-7353154-6-1

eBook ISBN: 978-1-7353154-7-8

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DARK TITAN ONE-SHOT

THE MYTHOLOGISTS

Jacob Wilson sat in the British Library of London, England. He sat at a table near the King’s Library. Jacob is a frequent visitor of the library due to his time in school. Always near and within. Drinking a cup of coffee, sitting near him is a book on Oceania mythology. An avid reader of such histories, Jacob became well-verse in the art of understanding. His knowledge of mythologies stood superb.

While sipping his coffee and glancing through the pages of the book, a man approached the table. Well-dressed in a suit and middle-aged. Jacob looked up to him. His first thought was the man was an employee of the library, but his presence told a different story.

I see you’re into the Oceania myths.

I am. Seeing how they compare to the others.

Ah, you’re trying to understand how they communicate with the Greeks? Or the Egyptians?

Maybe.

Or you’re trying to comprehend the Oceanic to the Maori or the Aboriginal Australians?

You know of them?

I do.

It’s interesting to speak with another who knows of them.

Well, their gods aren’t quite superior to those of the mainstream. Most of humanity prefer Odin or Zeus to give them a spark. Not the Oceanic ones.

"Then you know of the Maui and Tawhaki Cycles?"

Of their tales of becoming heroes? I am deeply aware. So deep, that both Maui and Tawhaki represent the tendencies of the liberal and conservative within human beings.

Jacob nodded with a smirk.

You know them well.

I’m at the age where I know many things.

How did you come into studying mythologies?

Myself and my crew, we’re… well-versed in every mythology known to man and history.

Your crew?

There are many of us. I just happen to be the one to grab the books for the study.

I’ve never heard of a group of mythologists.

It’s a secret ordeal. Only a few are aware of such existence.

Why?

Because, simply put, we cannot allow the base-minded of humanity to enter the doors. Otherwise, the group would tumble into the abyss.

What if they wanted to prove themselves? To see if they could join?

Then, they would be where you are right now. You have the knowledge. The mindset. The skills of study. You would fit well alongside us. Our purpose is the key.

Purpose?

I cannot speak of such things in the public forum. However, I will give you an invite to one of our meetings being held tonight here in London.

The man handed Jacob a card. Looked as if it was a business card, However, upon the card was an address and an insignia. Jacob stared hard at the symbol.

I’ve never seen this symbol before. What is it?

You’ll find out if you agree to come.

Jacob took another look at the card.

It’s your call. The man said.

Jacob placed the card in his pocket, he looked up and the man was gone. Nowhere in sight.

Huh. Jacob uttered under his breath.

When nightfall had come, Jacob went to the location listed on the card. Finding himself walking on the grounds of the Middle Temple in the City of London. Unsure he would be granted entry, he noticed those around him didn’t approach him. They didn’t cease him nor did they try to stop him. They all nodded. Jacob felt strange by such responses. All silent in sound, but very loud in action. Jacob entered the Temple, walking into the Hall.

Inside, sat a long rectangular table and around it were twelve individuals. Seven men and five women. All ranged in different nationalities and cultures. Jacob was still, he looked out and saw the man he met in the library and walked over toward him.

Excuse me, sir.

The man looked and saw Jacob. A smile appeared upon his face.

You decided to come.

Yes, I didn’t know such a thing like this existed.

Well, you’re seeing another view of the world. One not many will ever have the opportunity to see.

The man gestured for Jacob to sit at the table, which everyone else was doing. Jacob sat next to the man as they were served dinner. The table was covered in dishes, each one came from another culture in the world. The diversity was clear in the group. Jacob was amazed. They ate and afterwards, the table was cleared of the food and out came the books. Thick books, very old with worn-out leather binding. Some of the books were written in Old English, Persian, Latin, and Aramaic. Jacob felt as if he was in another world. His eyes gazing at the books. Books hundreds, perhaps thousands of years old. The man leaned in over to him, sliding over a book.

I think you’ll be interested in this one.

Jacob grabbed the book. No title was on the cover, Jacob opened it and saw the words were written in Paleo-Hebrew. He shook his head.

How did you come across something such as this?

We have our ways.

This language? I thought it was only written on scrolls.

Things the world has been taught are not what they seem.

What do you mean?

Look around. See all of us in this hall. We come from different parts of the world, yet we share the same values and goals. To make this world better for the generations to come. This is how we start. By restoring what has been lost.

‘Then, why is this a secret. How come you don’t tell the public about this?"

If we were to do such a thing, it would put a target on our heads. Not only of the natural, but of the others.

Others? Like governments?

Higher than governments. The man nodded. Come with me to the library. I’ll explain everything there.

Jacob followed the man into the library of the Temple. It was only the two of them, surrounded by more of the books the others were gazing through. Jacob also saw the globes designed by Emery Molyneux.

It’s better you sit for what I am about to tell you.

Jacob sat down at the table. The man stood by the wall and reached into his jacket pocket, taking out a cigar and lit up. Inhaling and exhaling.

You can smoke in here?

It’s our place. We are obliged to. Cigars for the most part, of course.

The man took another puff of the cigar before sitting down in front of Jacob.

The truth of such a group as this is simple, yet complex. It only depends on the mind of the listener.

I’m listening.

The man nodded with a smile.

Good. This group is no ordinary group. We’re a secret society. Kept hidden from most of the world because our purpose is deemed tyrannical and cynical to most of the general public.

Tyrannical?

We do not wish to enslave humanity. Only to open their eyes to the true ways of the world.

I noticed one of the books on the table was a grimoire.

It’s good you did. I’m sure that gives you a better understanding as to what and who we are.

You all practice magic?

Some do. Myself, I stick only with history and the power of the ancients. When I said governments and the public would try to shut us down. I didn’t tell you the other half of the story.

And that half would be?

The deities you read about. The ones in all the mythologies. They exist.

Jacob sat back in the chair, rubbing his chin and gazing around the library. He leaned in toward the table.

I’m not understanding. How? It makes no sense.

To the natural mind of man, it does not. However, what we have discovered over many centuries, is these mythologies we’ve come to know them as just stories. Tales of legends and fables. But, what we have learned is the true fact. These tales are not myths. The legends are real. The accounts are real. It all happened.

Where’s the proof? Jacob asked. How can I believe you if I haven’t seen them myself?

The man nodded.

The risen heroes.

Can’t be. They’re not like the gods in the myths.

Are you sure about that? Look at them. Their feats. Their power. The things they can do and have done. They are the purest sign of the tide turning. The heroes shall come first and the gods come after. The heroes are here and the world is aware of them. We now, wait upon the gods to make themselves known.

Now, I’m curious. Have any of you met one of these heroes or the gods?

No. but, our leader has met with something from the other side.

You speak of the supernatural.

Yes. That is what I was referring to when I spoke about opposition. The supernatural realm doesn’t take our society too well. There are a particular few who desire us to disappear. For their good purpose.

Who are they?

Their names I do not know. I know only what the ancients had called them. There were three. One was deemed the Hunter of the Realms. He carried wrath wherever he went. The second one was referred to as Haunting Wanderer. He would always appear when there was someone in dire need. Be it near-death or near-revelation.

And the third?

"He was called by many names. But, the one that has stuck with me is the Keeper