The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: Times apart.
Prologue: Uncle Sam runs this show.
The City of Columbia, currently over Maine, 1912.
The bright warm sun shone down upon the city as the clouds drifted through the city like an eerie, crawling mist that seemingly wanted to hide both the city, and its sins. The people went about their day to day business, not seeming to care that they were on the most impressive construct ever created: A flying city, with the capability to reduce nations to ash in a few fell sweeps. It was all the same to the average Columbian citizen. Just another day in paradise, as supplied by the Prophet and Fink.
But, if you go past the children playing with their soft stuffed toys of the fearsome Songbird, the young men and their girls listening to the latest quartet by Albert Fink and the Bee Sharps, and the women in their large bonnets gossiping idly about what the Vox, or the neighbours, or whoever, you would finally arrive to what one would call a true symbol of Paradise: Monument Island.
Rising out of the clouds like a saviour on the wind, the statue was beautiful. Its angelic features were carved out of the finest materials, its gardens tended to, making them grow the most fragrant roses in the entire city. But, Monument Island holds a dark and terrible secret. If you get pass the large signs declaring that the place is closed off, if you get past the powerful electrical machinery built for an otherworldly purpose, and if you get past the mighty beast that circles around the city and can rend a man in two with just one single swipe, then you may just discover the secret: A girl.
A monster to some. A saviour to others. A lamb to the slaughter they all believe.
But they're wrong.
Horribly wrong.
Her name is Elizabeth. The Lamb of Columbia. The girl who can slip through into other dimensions and times. A girl who has a plan.
She has seen, on her journeys, her incredible journeys through the tears, the fall. The fall of everything. Columbia. The Prophet. The Sodom below. Even time and the universe will fall to the Darkness.
But Elizabeth doesn't want that to happen. She won't let it happen. She doesn't know how yet, but she'll stop it from ever coming true. But she needs some help. And she knows exactly who to get. A team. A team of heroes. Extraordinary heroes. She's written a list, no names, just a short phrase for each of the ten numbers that are jotted down on the paper in front of her. She lets her eyes scan over them.
10. A women who can think with portals.
9. A man who has beaten the Devil at his own game.
8. Selecao No. 9
7. A British mage who can literally raise hell.
6. A boy obsessed with an Alien.
5. A unicorn, who is apparently "Great and Powerful"
4. The terror of old London Town.
3. A writer, whose words can banish the Darkness
2. The boy who lived.
When her eyes rest upon the final name, she allows a small, soft smile to rest on her lips and, picking up a pen, she circles it with the pitch black ink, before getting up, walking over to the elevator, and leaving her abode to go to the machines that churned down below. As the elevator descended, she thought about the person that she needed to get first. The first member of her team.
1. The last of the Time Lords.
As she reached the machine, Elizabeth began to hear the harsh screeching of the Songbird, circling overhead. She mused to herself;
"Soon. Soon my guardian. It'll all turn out fine. Even at the end of time itself."
And with that, she pulled a lever on the machine, and it whirred into life like never before.
That smile grew wider.