# Chapter One “C’mere old boy.” [[Vela Duk'r|Vela]] said to the old brown dog. “You have such an odd name Scrap.” He just looked at her with those deep brown pools of eyes. *Mortal gods above you're a sweet thing.* [[Scrap ROT|Scrap]] ate, quietly and patiently, he used to eat quicker when [[Blaz'r]] was a kitten. The white chested cat was a terror back then. Scrap would eat like it was his final meal. Vela’s hair was up, curly and blonde but cut short. She sat in the garden, tending to her potatoes, an older crop. Not something common to Dixie, but that didnt matter. It could grow in buckets and worked well enough for Vela. “Mortal gods above old man. Where did Korv'r get off too.” He didnt respond, but he had finished his food so he came over and sat his noggin on her knee. *Crazy old man. You’d ruin my dress if i had any.* The year was A.F. 662, 662 years before it was A.D. 2074, the year the world fell. Vela didnt know what life was like then, only the gods were old enough to know. *Tall buildings, airplanes everywhere? Stupid.* The world’s population has risen to around 3 billion, most people kept to themselves, but there were still planes going here or there. Vela herself was 17, as was Korv'r, her boyfriend. *Well, not boyfriend, he doesnt even know I'm in love with him. Ditz.* She didnt have a huge place, luckily with land prices being reasonable she had hired Korv’r and his father to build her home. 2 stories, a large cellar. Her family had money for generations, descended of Jak’r and Rav’na 2 of the most powerful mortal gods. Her brother had continued the family name, a large point of contention with their father. Korv’r was a member of the House of Wind, the descendants of the Lost god. No-one had taken up his shard, therefore his power was divided, and passed through the group.