The Outcast District

The Outcast District

All the political leaders did their meet and greet with their districts at the same time. And they all did them with their spouses, that is everyone but the leader of the Outcast District.

Alvin Treacherous was sadly 40 years old and still a bachelor. He also in fact never been on a date in his life. Most weren't sure if it was his personality or his looks; though he'd spent the last 20 years since college and being the leader of the Outcast District cleaning himself up in everywhere possible.

He'd gotten a great dental plan, had gone to a beauty salon to get a makeover and get some better-looking clothes, while finally attending some therapy to better control his more aggressive nature.

So it'd been twenty years of long and very expensive work and well he wasn't the nasty son of a bitch he had been in his first life anymore that was for sure. And there was a very good reason for that.

Like almost everyone on the planet, you keep photographs all over your house. There were plenty of photographs in Alvin's bedroom. Including one in a large golden heart-shaped frame of a pretty petite redhead girl with midnight blue eyes smiling.

There were other pictures nearby showing Alvin with other leaders and their spouses. Along with an open college yearbook full of signatures. One was written in small dainty handwriting.

"Thank you, Alvin, for taking me to Dragon Ball. It would've been so disappointing to miss the college biggest dance because no one asked. I already missed my prom night. No need to miss my second fairy-tail night! Thanks again! Good luck in the future! Love Frigha Grul!"

He sighed as he did every morning when he looked at that little message and then at her picture he'd kept looking right at him on his bedside table. Then he said the same thing he did every morning. "Frigha you are a one in a million. I never believe much in love before let alone falling in love at first sight at least not till I met you.

But here we are 20 years after college and I still haven't even worked up the nerve to ask you out on a date! And the only reason we even went to the Dragon Ball was that Stoick was taking Valka and he told me her friend needed a date! I didn't expect to fall hopelessly in love!

Nor spend the next 20 years unable to even tell you I loved you or fail to ask you out myself! Ugh! I'm such a coward! We could've been married with a family of our own by now!

And I wouldn't have to envy Stoick so much right now for having it all nor would I have to moan about it every other week at the Slitherwing after work and drown my sorrows with five shots!"

He was still in moaning about this when two things happened. One was his cell phone rang and two he heard someone breaking dishes again in his kitchen.

"Ugh! Mildew!" he yelled first not bothering to answer his cell. That could wait as he left the master bedroom and went downstairs to see what the old guy he'd basically taken in off the streets keep his house in order for him.

He wasn't exactly a very good company as he was ugly as his name and pretty much as nasty as it was too. Not to mention he owned a very stinky cat he had named appropriately Fungus.

However, in the name of generosity and the spirit of Dragon City Alvin had taken them both into his house. In exchange for housekeeping duties and absolutely no funny business, they could stay was the deal.

Though they did have to stay in the basement bedroom and not in the finer rooms of the house. And once again had to work to earn their keep. He was also smart enough to keep all his valuables and money locked up tightly and far out of this man's eyes and knowledge.

The vulgar and ugly old man looked up from the otherwise immaculate kitchen as he was sweeping up the broken dishes he'd just dropped. Alvin was getting ready to grill him when Mildew looked up to explain.

"Sorry, Alvin, it's my arthritis, I was just trying to set the table and it hurt so much I dropped the dishes. You know, Alvin, I'm sorry about the dishes I am. But as I'm grateful for being here.

It hasn't been easy for the past 26 years with my string of bad luck. Everywhere I turned it's like some dark cloud was following me. I couldn't hold a job at all, I was always evicted a week after moving into a place and more than once someone stole my identity and well? You heard how much a nightmare that is."

"No wonder you wandered into the Outcast District."

"Well, it's the Outcast District's job to handle human resources problems. Immigration, Social Services, Adoption Agencies, the Homeless. So basically anything and everything to do with the human condition and its people fall under your jurisdiction."

"No wonder you came to my doorstep personally hoping to find a couch to sleep on. Okay, I'll see about getting you a doctor appointment set up to finally get your health issues looked at.

However, you still have to do your share of work today. So I don't think to do the laundry or dusting and vacuuming is gonna really bother your arthritis too much. So just do the chores you can, alright?"

"Will do, Alvin."

"Alright, now I've got to go call back Savage to have him meet me for the usual meet and greet with the people today. As today is the day when all of the political leaders go out in their district's community to hear from the people themselves what they have to say and want to help improve the city."

"Understood. I'll do my job why you do yours."

"Good and make sure you also keep that smelly litter box controlled. Groundsplitter doesn't need to smell that nasty stuff. And you know she got a lot of bite for a Whispering Death."

"Well they looked like odd colored Miniature Pinchers, how could they not be nasty little bitters?" he muttered and then added when Alvin growled, "I meant it a good way!"

"Alright, I've to finish getting ready for my day. Just get the mess cleaned up and do your job and make sure Fungus and Groundsplitter don't dance a nasty tango while I'm upstairs, okay?"

"Right, I'll make sure of it!" he said quickly as the cat in question came racing in and curled itself around his thin and feeble shoulders.

Eyeing the grotesque white and brown cat Alvin went back upstairs to return his call to Savage before they got to do their monthly check-ins.

Alvin, unlike the others, only own one car. As it was just him he didn't need a second car like the others did. As the husband need one for work and the wives need one for themselves and the kids.

He drove a very nice gray Buick Encore that he often would find himself fantasizing taking Frigha out on a date with or that she'd be the one sitting in the passenger seat going over the itinerary and not the timid and annoying voice of Savage his personal assistant.

Savage was at best a 7 out of 10 when it came to marking on how well he did his job as a personal assistant.

Also unlike how the other leaders had a woman comfort who knew all the little quarks and supplied sweet treats for their husbands? You don't expect that from your personal assistant unless he's also he also your partner.

Well, Alvin had nothing against whomever you chose to gave your heart too. He was perfectly fine with those who loved the same sex and transgenders thank you very much. He wasn't one of those stupid close minded people who are just stupid.

Though he it aches him the most every month that he was the only leader doing this duty without the benefit of a significant other; mainly for the reason, he couldn't choke out the words. "I love you Frigha Grul. Will you go out on a date with me?"

"So anyway, Alvin, our day will take us first to the Offices of Immigration. Then we have to go the Social Services Headquarters and then..."

"Savage? Do me a favor and shut up? I know where I need to go and what to do and say. You just ask the questions as I've listed them on your tablet and collect the necessary paperwork.

I just want this day over with as soon as possible," he said in a very dishearten manner and Savage looked very surprised but didn't say another word.

He just did as he was told as they went to each human resources department on their list and asked the same generalized questions. Alvin did make a great effort to talk to some people more the others.

He tried to converse in some of the new arrivals native languages, he actually read a book to the kids who were all scared and confused at Social Services, and brought a lot of donations to the shelters and adoption agencies. Indeed showing he wasn't the bad guy he was in his past life at all.

That is the name of love he'd really turned his life around and he was still trying really hard each and every day to keep turning it around.

Though he was still returning that night to a really empty home. Mildew and his cat didn't really count.

It was late, he was sore and aching and no home cooked meal was waiting for him. No young children shouting "Daddy you're home!" and no wife caressing his face to steal a kiss.

It was a very depressing really. Knowing he was alone and hadn't really acquired the things in life that made it worth living. He had yes some friends and yet no family and as he'd heard so many times when he'd been with his best friend Stoick from his three kids.

If you didn't have friends, family, and love you basically had nothing at all. You could have all the materialistic things in the world and be rich by those standers but to be truly rich you had to be rich in the heart and soul.

Meaning you had to have what isn't worth anything by the price of money but is truly priceless and is truly irreplaceable. And true love, unbreakable friendship, and a loving family is all that anyone needs to be truly rich and needs to be alive and not worry about death.

Stoick's three children Hiccup, Boden and Una only said that a million times and you'd be an idiot and a fool not to listen and realize they spoke the truth.

So that night when Alvin went to bed he pulled the photo of Frigha closer and he didn't pray to God he prayed to the Gods he and the rest of the City their second chance of life.

"Please Frigga, Freya, Sjofn. If you are listening. I beg you for help. I've wasted twenty years already. You promised us in our last lives to ensure we find our true loves once more. Help me be with mine. That's all I ask of you. Is for help being with the one I love. If Frigha and I are meant to then help us be together. Please." and with that, he kissed her photo once and went to sleep.

He didn't notice at the window the shimmering lavender gray winged silhouette crouched on his windowsill.

They shimmered brightly once before streaking through the sky towards the mainland and outside the city range to the large forest that starts just as you left the City to the rest of the outside world.

They were just repeating in a determined voice the message they needed to carry back to the ones meant to grant Alvin's desire and honor the promises made 1018 years ago!

Frigga: Eva Marie Saint- Old Katara LOK

Freya- Della Reese- Tess Touched by an angel

Sjofn-Roma Downey- Monica- Touched by an Angel

Mist- Janet Varney- Avatar Korra