Edward Newton

A clock.

A grandfather clock. It ticks and tocks inside a large oak frame. A reflection soon appears upon it, leering back at us in the glass case.

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

He remains there, looking back at us.

And where your eyes don’t go…

“You’ll have to riddle me this, Scarecrow; what is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be? What am I?”

His hand reaches out and grabs the clock, winding the hands of time forward. He leaves it at precisely 23:54pm.

“You survive in fear. Your immortality draws from the source within our souls that condemns bravery and exudes terror. In every shaking morsel of our being, in every horrified ounce of our heart, you live within us. That is how you survive. The key to beating The Scarecrow is not being afraid. It is conquering fear. It is not running and hiding, but standing and fighting. It is looking through the glass and realizing that you can survive, that you can beat back the tide of fear, terror and hopelessness and see the dawning of a new day.”

With the door of the clock now closed, his reflection once again returns.

“So what am I, dear Scarecrow? What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be? I am Tomorrow.”

His eyebrows raise.

“When a man stands opposite The Scarecrow, he knows nothing of tomorrow. Because in that moment, tomorrow is never promised to him. He doesn’t know whether he will see the turn of day, or feel the beating sun shine down upon his weary head once more. I have stood before the monster and questioned the deliverance of another day. Not many get to witness it. The birth of tomorrow is lost upon the souls of the damned that he does not spare and in the void, time is vacant and gives way to darkness.”


“But I have come to realize, in all my infinite wisdom that I am tomorrow. Edward Newton is another day, because The Scarecrow cannot defeat me. If the best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today then I have twenty-two reasons why I will see the dawn of Tuesday morning. I have twenty-two reasons why The Scarecrow is tonight and only tonight. You see Scarecrow; I have never been one to fear the future and there is no single place my eyes have not yet ventured.”

The clock strikes midnight and starts chiming loudly. With every chime, Newton’s smile grows, as does he voice.

“If there is a blueprint or formula for tomorrow, I am it. I will live as if I intended to die tomorrow because I have learned as if I wished to live forever. Your immortality comes from within our fear of not having it. A fear that tells us that we may not see tomorrow. A fear that stifles and halts us in our progression as a species, and keeps us prey to predators like The Scarecrow.”

The chiming stops.

“But I saw yesterday, Scarecrow.”

“And I saw today.”

“And after Enter The Badlands is over, I will see tomorrow.”