A/N: I do not know how fast I will post this story. I have been trying to write this forever and it just came to me, or rather came out of me. I know where the story is going, just not how. I will write faster if I am encouraged. ;) Anyway, here it is.
The history of the Earth has changed. A tidal wave swept the planet, a wave of malice and death. No one saw this attack coming and the world was defenseless. For not even the weapons at hand, could have saved a single soul that died.
The Order had failed. Voldemort had won. To celebrate his victory over the light, he took muggle London. He killed everyone that held power and their families. Then he announced that he was the Emperor of the world. To say the least, the other countries could not let this manic live. But already on its way was Voldemort's plan. Three days after The London Incident the President of the United States was murderer in his own bed along with his wife and children, and so too with his entire cabinet and all the members of the Senate and The House. Swiftly, the other countries followed, felled one by one by the unseen, unheard, unknown assailant. The world was left without its leaders.
What followed was The Uprising. All that was magical revealed itself to the world that did not know it. But even that world was torn, for some wanted to fight, others wanted to flee, and there were some that would see this emperor sit on a gilded throne and commanded them all.
Voldemort won. Those that would flee had wanted no confrontation; they folded easily to his will. Those that would have fought went into hiding, for a dead man can not fight and the Emperor's army was strong and would crush and opposition.
Muggles were rounded up. It was genocide on a world scale. Some were saved; they wished that they had died, for their lives were not worth much. They had become slaves, and worse. They only lived for their master's pleasure, at his displeasure most often they were tortured and killed. The Emperor was pleased with his kingdom. He appointed ministers for the other countries. Their loyalty to him never wavered, they would stab each other in the back but they would never turn on Voldemort because they knew that he would not hesitate to kill them.
The earth was shattered. There was blood everywhere. The powerful muggle cities had been razed to the ground. Wizarding cities had been built over the top of them. Muggles were forced into camps, cages; anything that the wizards saw fit to put them in. They tore families apart; women from the men, children from the parents. Any child with an inkling of magic was born off to be placed with other mudbloods.
After The Change was completed, there were no more halfbloods born. The wizards could not stand consorting with the muggles. Nor would they take any of the filthy breed into their pure lines.
It was then discovered that the purebloods were breeding themselves out. All of the wizards clamored for a mudblood to breed. There was not enough to go around. The Emperor then took charge of this situation. He ordered that one forth of the muggles were to be used for breeding purposes. He built breeding houses and auction blocks. A witch or wizard could either rent or buy a breeder.
It was now complete. The world had been torn asunder and it was not healing, for its people cried out in pain and desperation, their blood soaking the soil.
She was angry, and she would not leave this evil on her back. She created something new, something that this evil emperor would not be able to see. She created a new gift in the repressed people. She gave them a small amount of her power, of the elements. She gave no warning, but now it was her turn. The resistance now had a powerful ally that they did not even know was out there.
Gaia was fighting and she was pissed.
