Ken had just died after being shot on the chest, hit by a truck and fell on a manhole. Without even so much as recognizing and acknowledging over what happened to him and coming to terms that he has quote, unquote, 'passed away', he found himself in between worlds, thrusted to do a "Mission" and get a wish or... 

He finds himself in between a myriad of choices, and none... seem appealing.

The Third Party

Third Person’s POV (12 yrs. and 8 months old) 


Before anyone could pick up the sleeping form of the boy on the ground a magic pulse with a visible color of white originated from Ken outwards, the group looked away and saw as the magic pulse stopped in mid-air and with one shine, solidified. 


That’s when they realized a barrier was formed, and when Ken’s friends looked back at him, they saw the process of a vines creeping to his form and a pillow of leaves slowly forming from the ground beneath his head. 


“Oh no.” said Allen to no one in particular, but his friends heard him, they all had immediately taken a step back, and when they saw each other’s mirroring movements, they each knew what to do. 


They all but jumped back a good ten meter distance away from their initial position that was relatively near Ken, the adults looked at them in confusion, but Coralia and Trunk remembered and immediately dashed on opposite directions as they were together, 


Chapter 110 - Respond