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 hadn't been 30 minutes since he napped but he jerked awake. Raul checked on him through the rear view mirror.

"Are you okay Sir Kiro?" He asked a little bit concerned. He felt like an utter failure that he couldn't find them in time.

"It's okay Raul, no need to blame yourself." Kiro said while propping himself up on the seat. He looked over at Felix and he was sleeping soundly.

Kiro had always assumed Felix never slept. The dark lines that were always under his eyes made him think so, now he just thought he had some kind of condition.

"But Sir, if things had gone awry..."

"They didn't though, stop being such a worrywart. My body aches a lot though." He complained. He shook his head before Raul could suggest the hospital.

No Place Like Home