Drift nervously knock on the door. His parents did not look as young as he remembered them. His older brother whom he never got along with was glad to have him back. As for his younger sister she couldn't wait to show him off at school. They hugged him tightly with few tears in their eyes.
- Welcome back Drifter!
- Thanks dad, it was sure an adventure

His younger sister looking up to him asked curiously
- where have you been, Dylan?
Drift was sweeten by the moment is been a while since someone called him by his real name. But he did not know how to answer that.  What was he supposed to tell them? That he was an Egyptian thunder god in another dimension? Instead he just smiled and said
- I was far from here. In a place where I could connect with nature and find out who I really am.
His mom looked at him with concern.
- Why for so long?
- I- I don't know, mom. I just thought it would be better like that. I was way too irresponsible to take care of anything. But back where I was, I had a place, friends, they were my family too. Now I am not even sure I can go back to them, mom. So I'm back in the city and I am here to stay.
His big brother patted him on the back.
- Great! Now you help me with dad's business.
- Yeah... I guess....
drift was never into business. Number one reason why he always avoided his responsibilities.

Meanwhile Carbide's POV
In the half-light of the breaking day the soldiers stand at ease, but still armed. Each face is impassive, not a trace on it to say they know where they are or what they are about to do. I wonder if they were trained that way or if they are just like that where they come from. Is there a boy inside each man that knows his gun is no longer a toy and that his foes will not get up laughing and slap him on the back? Because if there is I see no trace and that scares me more than anything. It is as if with the uniform came a mind-set, a way of coping with the task at hand, but I guess we are not so different. Both worlds are damned. We both have where killing can be a job with a salary. But I never went after children. They are innocent. How will these soldiers sleep at night after this day? When our troubles are over their nightmares will just be beginning. Our faces will haunt their minds, every back-firing car will invoke this moment. It is all we have left. I feel the fingernails of my colleague press into my arm and I know she is drawing blood, but it doesn't matter now. What can I possibly do? It might have not been the same but in my planet was nearly the same thing. I have been a military child ever since I opened my eyes, so I have grown up hearing chronicles of my grandfather and my father after him. Growing up in the military, I believe I have absorbed its true essence. Of course I didn't put on a uniform and combat boots myself, but I saw it all real close. It is because of that experience that I now carry sheer compassion for soldiers, no matter what planet or dimension, and am forever appreciative of their sacrifices. For I have seen men make them myself; my father and my grandfather have both been to war, for which they left behind their newly wed wives, parents of old age and their infant children, all to fight in faraway lands. Once it hit me, I asked them "why." To which they smiled and replied, "To serve." How these humans willingly compromise their comfort and stand guard, let alone going to war when need be, will always continue to inspire me. Inspire me not only to look over others like I'm being looked over myself, but to believe that there is still brotherhood left in this world and many others. During the new training it was quite odd. Very different from Fortnite training. I guess humans like to take it lightly. Oh well, surprisingly this training looks so similar to when I was a boy. My grandfather taught me all I know. Soon I began to remember something that has been in my mind for a long time.
Carbide's Flashback
Carbide's father got into a well prepared blue armor.
- Come back soon Daddy
His words barely a whisper in the howling winds. Those soulful eyes that held pure innocence gazed upon him. Outside the weather was brisk. The force of the wind was scraping his face. He hugged his boy once again and willed himself not to cry.
- I will, son. I will
He promised stroking his boy's hair.
He pulled away and kissed Carbide's forehead.
- Take care of your mom, okay?
- Okay
the boy replied.
It was cruel to part a father from a 7 year old child, but he had to go. He picked his bags from beside him and turned around to face his destiny. These types of farewells always pained him. It was the 3rd time he was leaving his family like this. But his job requisite him to. After all he was a soldier, and his planet needed him. So did his son.