The Noble House of Shiva is as colorful as the strings of a rainbow, and as mighty as they are flamboyant. They rule their respected lands with an iron fist, and when they perform it is volcanoes and the avalanche, the legends and the mirth- Each of the seven sibling drawing their powers from their respective string on the rainbow.

Well, that idea was all good and until their youngest brother was born. You know, the eight in the line?

Alabastar Shiva is the youngest son born to the household. Many acquaintances of Shiva know him as aloof and uncaring, and he would confirm it with a simple smirk on his lips before he asks you out on an adventure, or simply for drinks. He knows where to jive and where to crash, and the best part is it is all on him!

Although when he finds himself in the quiet of his room, he contemplates: Is it really worth living for an eternity?

A pen solidifies in between his thumb and fingers. Its silver barrel long and elegant, and its nib contains more colors than a rainbow. As he begins to scribe it into air, ideas flow and render visible across his room. It is similar to that time he had his first victory, when he helped a janitor’s work simply out of his childish curiosity.

Perhaps, this is the feeling that is worth living an eternity for.