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

"They're more clingy than Freckles." He said, having trouble holding all them at once.

Just then the door burst open, Alora came in running. Behind her were Loki and LJ. She couldn't jump into his arms, so she hugged his leg instead.

"I swear, they're taking everyone's attention away from me." She complained, almost in tears.

Kiro, despite their protest, put the babies in each of his friends' arms and picked up Alora. He'd forgotten about how clingy she was, and how devasting the change would have been for her.

She was used to being the youngest, now at just almost six years old, she couldn't be treated like a baby anymore. Especially when their parents had four babies on their hands and a company to run.

"Don't cry, I'm here, I'm here." Kiro said giving her a big kiss on the forehead.

"I'm not..." She said tears welling up.

He didn't know whether to laugh or empathise.

Launch, III