Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

It was already dark out and of course Loki wasn't home yet. His curfew was 7pm, he still had an hour to get home. But knowing him, his parents expected he'd be late. They didn't know what to do with him anymore.

Alora clung to her father like she was afraid he'd disappear like Kiro did. She waited for him, for a week before she gave up.

Sekani greeted his wife and put away everything he bought, she started on cooking and he helped her chop up some vegetables.

"Oh, no wonder you smell of beer." She teased.

"I had one darlin, Philip isn't doing so good though."

"That poor child, he's still alive?" She was cleaning the fish.

"Homeless." He attempted to take a bite of the carrot.

"Why didn't you invite him here then?" She paused what she was doing, looking a bit furious.

Family Affairs, III