Legend of the Timekeepers

Discover the Origins of the Timekeepers

Before the Last Timekeepers began their journey, there was Lilith—a young girl whose life was forever changed by the fall of Atlantis. In The Legend of the Timekeepers, author Sharon Ledwith crafts a captivating prequel filled with ancient mysteries, unexpected destinies, and a race against time itself.

Fleeing the ruins of her homeland, Lilith finds herself in the enigmatic Black Land, where a revelation from a wise high priestess alters her path forever: she is destined to become a Timekeeper, protector of the timeline. Together with a brave group of allies, Lilith is transported into the past through the fabled seventh arch of Atlantis. Their mission is perilous—stop the dark magus Belial from corrupting an ancient prophecy and derailing the future of the world.

Ideal for middle-grade and young adult readers, this time travel adventure blends history, myth, and friendship into a gripping narrative. Lilith's courage, the vibrant cast of characters, and the vividly imagined settings promise a journey that is both heart-pounding and thought-provoking.

Available in print and eBook formats. Step into the past to safeguard the future—The Legend of the Timekeepers awaits.

Excerpt from the book

The Black Land

“You look lost.”

Startled, Lilith looked up. A boy, roughly two years older than she, hovered over her. A flat clay disk with what looked like scribbling on it hung from a thin, leather thong around his gritty neck. From his clothes and the color of his skin—a deep olive tone—she knew he was a native of this country—a place her people had aptly named the Black Land because of the dark, rich soil found in the river. Lilith’s shoulders sagged. She sighed. What she wouldn’t give to see her old, red land again.

“The potter won’t be back until it is dark. He’s at the market today,” the boy said insistently.

Lilith felt her shoulders tense. She had plunked her bottom down under the shade of the potter’s workshop, hoping to cool off from this stifling heat. The dryness was starting to take a toll on her skin too. All Lilith wanted now was to be alone in this dreadful place. Perhaps if she ignored the boy, he would disappear.

Suddenly he tugged at one of her crystal hairpieces, almost pulling out her neatly styled blond hair. “Where did you get this?” he asked.

Annoyed, Lilith swatted his hand away as if it was a flying beetle, and stood. “Don’t touch that! It’s from Atlantis, my homeland!”

The boy stumbled. Lilith pushed her coiled snake bracelet back up her arm for what seemed the millionth time, smoothed out her plain white robe, and clenched her teeth at him.

He laughed. “Your face looks like a date about to pop in the heat. Do you need relief?”

Lilith’s jaw dropped. “Relief?”

“Yes, relief. I don’t know what you people from Atcha call it. Pass water? Do a dung drop?”

Lilith scratched her slender nose before realizing what this pest was trying to ask her. Then, she smirked. “No. Do you?”

The boy wrinkled his brow. “No. Why would you ask?”

She pointed to what he was wearing—a white linen loincloth held in place by a simple knot on the side. “Because you’re wearing that baby’s cloth, and by the smell of you, it’s about time you change it.”

The boy’s eyes—the color of tanned leather—grew large. He raked a hand through his short ebony hair before crossing his arms over his glistening chest. “You people from Atcha are all the same, arrogant and ignorant in the ways of my people!”

Lilith blinked. “People from Atcha? I’m from Atlantis.”

“Atlantis. Atcha. It makes no difference,” he said, shrugging. “At least those of your people who arrived here long before the great flood treat us with respect. At least they attempt to understand and adapt. You recent arrivals seem above us, act better than us.”

“We do not!” Lilith stamped her foot. Her woven palm leaf sandal decorated with pearls flew off her foot and landed beside a pile of broken pottery.

In a huff, Lilith limped to retrieve her sandal. She kicked at the pieces of glazed pots and shards of ceramic goblets, fishing around the debris with her sandaled foot. A sudden movement caught her eye. It looked like an insect—a white crawler with eight legs, two front pinching claws, and an odd-shaped tail that curled over its back. Lilith squinted. It was almost the size of her hand and seemed to possess a sharp point on the end of its tail. She was about to kick it when she felt a warm body knock her to the ground. The boy was on top of her, his breathing labored, his skin sticky, yet sweet smelling.