Disclaimer - The Secret Saturdays belong to the rightful owners and not myself. If you don't like this story, then by all means do not read it. Flames are welcome but they will be ignored and also laughed at. This is very much an alternative universe fanfic and will be very very dark.
KURma Sutra
Chap. 1: A Tale of Supreme Evil
Long ago when the world was young and the first civilization came into being, the great race of people known as the Sumerians came upon a power unlike which none had ever seen before. It was buried deep inside the ground in a pillar which the elders had left to preserve the safety of all humanity but those with greedy hearts warred over its divine power in attempts to take it for themselves. It was the power of the being known as Kur, the ruler of the great underworld. He who was the mountain, he who wielded the very spirits of darkness and light themselves, he who led the path down to the underworld and was feared and worshiped by the race known as man. Anyone who could release the power of Kur would be the most feared of all men. Anyone who could tame the power of Kur would surely be able to rule the entire world. This was know throughout the ages of history but kept in secret and passed down from generation to generation from only the noblest of family bloodlines. Many wars were had and many tales were told but none about exactly what Kur really was, so no one really knows.
"I bet Kur is some kind of big twelve headed snake that has the shell of a turtle!" cried a young boy with hand raised. His teacher set down the book she was reading from and gave him quite the annoyed stare.
"I didn't ask what you thought Kur might look like, Kenny. Please stop interrupting the story," said the teacher seated in the chair in front of her students. She was dressed in an orange tank top and black pants. Her white hair was not unlike freshly fallen snow. It was in a ponytail.
"Yeah Kenny! Shut up because we're trying to hear the story," scolded a red headed girl in pigtails to Kenny's right.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Saturday," said Kenny while looking bored.
"That's fine, Kenny. But it's almost time for lunch so I'm going to have to quit and we'll come back to the story later," said Mrs. Saturday as she closed the book and her students gave groans of saddened protest. They all rose after she did and walked to get their lunches out of the lunch cabinet where all were stored at. One girl walked over before obtaining her lunch and grasped at Mrs. Saturday's shirt with an inquiry.
"Mrs. Saturday, is Kur real or is it made up? Because it scared me to think of something like that being true!" she said with a worried expression.
"Sandra, it's nothing to be worried about. No, it isn't real. It's just a myth which is from a story passed down through history. You don't have to be scared," she said to her with a smile.
"Okay! That's good," responded the little girl and went to get her lunch as Mrs. Saturday stood back up. Her smile faded as the children left. She knew that what she had just told the girl was a lie.
Kur and the power of Kur was very very real and it was something she never wished to experience ever again. She shuddered with the memories she had attempted to repress coming back to her and sat down in her chair, putting her hand in her face.