Aqua Viva
Author: Spender
Rating: PG13 for violence and naughty language
Disclaimer: not mine, so shoot me.
PART ONE: Ala Ala The Great
Centuries ago, in a land not so far far away, thee was an empire known as Alenights. It's population was made up of mostly rich civilians with luxurious palaces, and golden thrones. But ont he dark side of the empire, the back alleys, were the demons of the night. The poor hoodlems who did not have the great fortune of wealth. This made them angry to their core, watching from a far as the rich ones drank nector fromt heir tree of wealth. At the top of all of this, was their king, Ala Ala the great. His jewel-infested castle stood high above the empire on a luciuos green hill, looking over his wonderus world. Little did he realise, the not so fortunate, were looking right back, and they were not happy.
Seasons come and go, just as they do now, only back in this time the seasons were a bit more, mysteriuos you might say. Winter was the season of great tornadoes, which only the greatest of all witch craft using civilians culd keep from destroying the land. Fall was the season of harvest. The crops were ready, and the birds were hibernating. Although, what they call birds, we call dragons. Spring was the season of great cold, ice storms and crystal rain fell from the un-heavenly skies, sending all the poeple, richer or poorer, into their homes. And summer, summer was the season of Aqua. This is the time when rain penetrated the city, and floods were stopped from coming by great walls of stone, created by, of coarse, the poor men and women.
But this summer, the last sumemr the emipre would ever see, would be the most destructive of all. The smallest cult, in the smallest alley, under the smallest roof, were fed up witht he great warrior's schovinist ways. And it was their time to strike. They came together and chanted before the town, until the great water god erupted into action, and a water tornado came splintering towards town. The richmen ran off to their homes but it was too late, destruction had come. The tornado ripped up every bit of that empire, even the magnifecent temple of Ala Ala the great. Eveything BUT, the back alley's that is today called the disctrict, of columbia.
It was said that such a horrorus event would surely never happen again, but exactly 1000 years later, in a small spot in North America, rumors would be proven wrong, and mass confusion would erupt yet again.
PRESENT TIME
There is a knock on an apartment door.
"Hey Scully!" Came a voice from the hall. "Let me in... and turn on the news."