Apocalypse I have a system to raise children

POVs

Krish, with his bright, curious eyes, tilted his head, his brow furrowed in concern. He hadn't seen his mom like this before. Ever since that trip to visit Uncle Igor, she'd been acting strange. She'd disappear for hours, muttering to herself, and sometimes come back carrying strange boxes that she'd hide away in the basement.

He loved his mom dearly, and her unusual behavior worried him. He couldn't quite understand it, but he knew something was wrong. Mustering his courage, he tugged on her sleeve, his voice tiny but firm.

"Mommy? Are you okay? You seem different lately."

Vivek, startled from his thoughts by his son's question, looked down at Krish, his heart clenching with guilt. He knelt before him, his voice filled with warmth as he tried to explain, choosing his words carefully.

"Krish, honey, there's something important I need to tell you and your siblings. It's a big secret, and it might sound strange, but I promise I'll explain everything in a way you can understand. But it needs to wait until everyone is here, okay?"

He ruffled Krish's hair gently, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. He knew explaining this complex situation to his young children would be challenging, but he couldn't leave them in the dark, especially with the potential dangers looming ahead.

Krish, though still confused, sensed his father's sincerity. He nodded hesitantly, a flicker of trust returning to his eyes. "Okay, Papa. But you promise you'll tell us soon?"

Vivek smiled, his heart swelling with love. "I promise, honey. Soon, I promise."

As he looked around at the gathered family, his gaze sweeping over their faces etched with concern and curiosity, he knew the time for disclosure had come. He had to reveal the truth about the systems, the potential apocalypse, and the extraordinary abilities that lay dormant within them. It was a daunting task, but he was prepared to face it head-on, for the sake of his family and their future.

Five sets of curious eyes, all the same shade of bright blue, stared at their mother with varying degrees of confusion. As Vivek knelt before them, the five little Lances, Krish, Rahul, Jack, Akhil, and Bhargavi, each expressed their concerns in their own unique way.

**Krish (5 years old):** "Mommy? You seem different lately. Are you okay?"

**Rahul (5 years old):** He tugged at Vivek's shirt, his eyes mirroring his brother's worry. "*sniffles* I miss the way you used to be, Mama."

**Jack (5 years old):** His brow furrowed in concentration, trying to grasp the situation. "What happening, Mama?" His voice held a slight tremor.

**Akhil (5 years old):** He pointed at the boxes stacked in the corner, his brow furrowed in puzzlement. "What is this?"

**Bhargavi (5 years old):** Reaching for a shiny gadget tucked away in Vivek's pocket, her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Can I play with this?"

Vivek's heart ached as he took in their innocent faces, each reflecting a different facet of childhood worry. He knew he owed them the truth, but explaining complex concepts like apocalypse and superpowers to five-year-olds was an overwhelming task.

Taking a deep breath, he gathered them close, his voice gentle yet firm. "My little stars, I know things have been different lately, and I haven't been myself. There's something important I need to tell you all, but it's a bit complicated. It's like a story with good guys, bad guys, scary parts, and maybe even... superpowers!"

Their eyes widened in unison, a spark of curiosity replacing the worry. Superpowers? That sounded exciting!

Vivek smiled, his heart lightening a little. "I promise, I'll tell you everything soon, but I need everyone to be here so we can understand it together. Okay?"

The five Lances, despite their initial apprehension, nodded eagerly. The promise of a story, especially one involving superpowers, was enough to pique their interest and temporarily quell their worries.

Vivek hugged them tightly, cherishing their warmth and innocence. He knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but seeing the trust shining in their eyes filled him with renewed strength. He owed it to them to protect their childhood for as long as he could, while preparing them for what the future held.

A palpable tension hung heavy in the air of the Lancer family estate. The grand reunion, long overdue, had finally come to pass. Relatives from various corners of the country, some barely recognizable after years of separation, had gathered, their faces etched with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

**Grandfather Andrei Lancer:** His weathered face, etched with the lines of a life well-lived, held a hint of apprehension. He had witnessed the world change in unexpected ways, and his keen eyes scanned the faces around him, searching for any sign of trouble.

**Grandmother Katerina Lancer:** Her warm smile, ever present despite the wrinkles around her eyes, masked a gnawing worry. She sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a hidden unease that she couldn't quite place.

**1st Uncle shekhar Lancer:** A man of quiet dignity, his brow furrowed in concern as he observed the bustling family reunion. He had received Vivek's cryptic letter, his mind swirling with questions about the urgent family meeting.

**1st Aunt Natasha Lancer:** Her gentle nature shone through her kind eyes, but a flicker of unease danced within them. The urgency in Vivek's letter had sent shivers down her spine, and she yearned to understand the reason behind it.

**3rd Uncle Sergei Lancer:** His jovial spirit and booming laughter filled the room, a stark contrast to the underlying tension. However, beneath his usual cheer, a hint of concern lurked, fueled by the unusual nature of the reunion.

**Mc Vivek's Father, Ivanov Lancer:** A man of unwavering strength and dedication, his gaze flickered across the room, taking in the familiar faces. He had received Vivek's letter while stationed abroad, the urgency pulling him back to his family, his heart heavy with unspoken worry.

**Mc Vivek's Mother, Veda Lancer:** Her gentle demeanor and calming presence offered a sense of solace amidst the growing unease. Yet, her eyes held a flicker of fear, reflecting the unknown that lay ahead.

**5th Uncle Praveen Lancer:** The youngest of the Lancer brothers, his adventurous spirit and youthful energy contrasted with the somber mood. He had traveled the furthest to attend the reunion, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious nature of the gathering.

As everyone settled down, their conversations filled the room with a cacophony of catching up, shared memories, and lighthearted banter. However, beneath the surface, a sense of anticipation hung heavy, a feeling that something significant was about to unfold.

Vivek, the catalyst for this gathering, stood at the edge of the room, his heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and resolve. He knew the time had come to reveal the truth, to unveil the secrets he had been burdened with. Taking a deep breath, he prepared to address his family, his voice laced with both nervousness and determination. The reunion, meant for joyous reconnection, was about to take a turn towards the extraordinary, forever altering the course of their lives.