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

The coach made them do a lot of drills. The right way to throw, to catch, to bowl and bat. And the many rules of cricket. The rules were straightforward, so nobody was being left behind.

Everybody was breathing heavily though, for the past hour. It had been nothing but running and catching balls whether in the air or coming straight for them.

The coach was only allowed to keep them for a full hour, except if it were an official game. The academy was still the academy after all, they needed the kids to have enough time for their homeworks and projects.

So at exactly 3pm, coach Smith clapped his hands, "good job everyone, you're probably the best set of first years I've ever received." He said encouraging them a little.

"Now, don't forget to hit the showers. You don't want all that sweat to be sticky, making you dirty and cold. Dismissed."

Second Year Campus!