Act 1, Drought.

It all started with the Augans, the Augans which trickled down in number until the religion practically flatlined.

The Augans, worshipping the God 'Agus' who pillaged lands, eating herds of livestock to cure insatiable hunger, or so written lore dictates. The line between fact and fiction blur due to lost scrolls and parchments.

Kacper thought it was a rather drab subject, a religion lost to time didn't really spark his interest. Though, the way his classmate, Emily Florence, leaned up into her desk like it was the most infatuating subject in the world caused him to become flustered at his own ignorance.

Even he, a male, was bewitched by the trends which Emily inadvertently made popular - if being a good student was a trend, that is. Everyone seemed to like her, no surprise she was a kind soul - that and she was independent. He'd seen no one like her before, long white hair and pink-ish eyes.

His eyes grazed over the whiteboard, something about trees? He was still acclimating to the way English words were written, his mother tongue being Polish. He continued to lazily scan the words in front of him.. one child born of Agus, described as Pure, the other described as Rot - directly translated from French articles on the religion... his only thought was 'freaky..'

The bell drilled, way too loud causing the sound to seem as if chiming throughout his skull before he pushed himself clumsily up, hoping to avoid crowds trying to get home as soon as possible. He managed just to push himself up, letting out a soft grunt as the hoard of classmates scrambled past him as if the building was burning.

He found himself deflating back into his chair with a huff, willing himself to stay still until the classroom was empty (it felt like a constant struggle in this school, even just to exit it), spare one peculiar girl - Emily Florence, still tucking her belongings away into her messenger bag. He couldn't help but find himself flushing again, a lot of boys must've felt this way about her...

He heard a light cough, he snapped out of his daze to find her looking his way - damn. "Hey...?" She offered, voice acutely hesitant as she slung her bag over her shoulder, Kasper offered in turn "Um, hi.." his voice sounded more like a croak - Gods this was embarrassing. Emily looked side to side, scanning the classroom before cocking her head, "Waiting on someone?" she followed up with a soft smile.Kasper was quick to shake his head, pushing himself back upright "Ah, no, just-" it was his turn to glance around, albeit bounds more awkwardly "The... people," he stammered. Emily's smile wavered slightly, before it bloomed back to life "Well, there's no more crowds now!" it was a small thing, a correction, but to Kasper it felt all the more humiliating "Right.." he musteredHe pushed himself up slowly, grabbing his backpack from under his desk and slinging it over his shoulder, remaining quiet, avoiding eye contact.