My life, if I had to describe it in one word, would be boring. Aside from working the usual grind from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m., my days were monotonous. The only real escape from that dull routine came in the form of television—especially binge-watching my favorite series, The 100. There was just something about the survival, the conflict, the characters—it pulled me in like nothing else could.
But television wasn't my only outlet. I also found joy in martial arts. I'm a black belt in Taekwondo and have spent years refining my techniques. Over time, I even developed a fascination with swords—training with them, collecting them. Some are custom-made; others are replicas from shows or historical eras. It's one of the few passions I poured my money into without regret.
Boxing became another part of my routine, but if there's one martial art I truly fell in love with, it's Muay Thai. The power, discipline, and intensity of it made me feel alive in a way nothing else did.
That's why I never expected it to end the way it did.
One night, I saw a woman being harassed by a group of delinquents. I didn't think twice. I stepped in. And then… I got shot.
I thought that would be the end.
But instead, it was the beginning of something far more unbelievable—a second chance at life. A life I never saw coming.
New Life on the Ark
I got reborn.
Yeah, you heard me right. Reborn. In another world. In another body. And not just any world—I'm in The 100 universe.
Right now, I'm five years old. My new name is Aiden Voss. My birth mother, Mary Voss, died shortly after giving birth to me, leaving me in the care of my father, Ray Voss—a member of the Ark Guard.
And here's the craziest part: I'm on the Ark. Floating in space. The same Ark from the series I used to binge-watch back in my old life. I didn't believe it at first. When I was a baby, I kept spacing out, trying to understand how this was even possible. But now that I'm old enough to think clearly, it's finally sinking in.
I've seen Clarke around. She's about my age—probably five too. And her father, Jake Griffin, is still alive, which helps me place the timeline. That means the culling hasn't happened yet. The dropship hasn't been sent. There's still time.
Time to prepare
I've started my training. Just like I did in my past life, I'm beginning with Taekwondo—nothing fancy yet, just the fundamentals. Stances, balance, footwork, breathing.
Thanks to my father being a guard, I've had access to just enough space and structure to make this possible. He doesn't know where I picked it up from, but he watches me closely, puzzled by my movements.
The common room was quiet, lit by the artificial lights above. Aiden stood barefoot on the smooth metallic floor, eyes narrowed, arms raised in a basic guard stance. His feet were shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent.
"One!" he shouted softly, stepping forward with his left foot into walking stance and delivering a slow, controlled middle punch.
"Two!" He stepped back into position, focusing on the balance in his body. Then again. "Three!"
Across the room, Ray Voss leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching his son with a furrowed brow.
"You've been doing that every day," Ray said. "Where'd you learn it?"
Aiden turned, keeping his stance. "I saw it in a book," he lied smoothly. "Just practicing."
Ray chuckled. "You move better than half the new recruits."
Aiden smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he dropped into a horse-riding stance—legs spread wide, knees bent deep—and began throwing basic punches, one after the other, each one focused and sharp.
Left. Right. Breathe in. Breathe out.
This was only the beginning. First Taekwondo. Then boxing. Then the rest. If he was going to survive what was coming—Earth, Grounders, Mountain Men, A.L.I.E.—I needed to be ready.
Ten years have passed.
I'm fifteen now, and the weak child I once was is long gone. Life on the Ark might have been a cage to some, but to me—it was a forge. I've spent every single day shaping myself into something stronger. I didn't just train—I lived for it.
I've mastered Taekwondo, refined my Boxing, and fully embraced the brutal efficiency of Muay Thai. They weren't just hobbies from my past life anymore—they became my discipline, my edge, my way of surviving the future I knew was coming.
At first, no one noticed the skinny kid practicing alone in quiet corners of the Ark. But as the years passed, things changed. People began to talk. "That Voss kid's different," they'd say. "Too focused for someone his age." I didn't care for the attention, but it was inevitable.
Physically, I'd grown taller and leaner—muscle wrapped tightly around bone, built for speed, precision, and endurance.
Even my father, Ray Voss, a proud Ark Guard, couldn't keep up with me anymore.
We've sparred countless times since I was a kid. The first time I beat him, he laughed. The second time, he blamed luck. The third time… he went silent. That's when he started training with me seriously. To his credit, he's improved a lot over the last three years. But even he knows—I'm on a different level.
Still, it wasn't enough for me.
I wanted more.
For years, I kept asking him for a sword and a spear—anything close to the real thing. Not just makeshift rods or welded scrap. I needed proper weapons, something with real weight and balance. "A wooden replica. A practice blade. Anything," I'd beg.
At first, he refused. "Weapons like that aren't toys," he'd say. "Even if you're trained."
But I was relentless. I kept showing him my forms. My routines. My sparring precision. I wanted him to see that I wasn't some boy playing warrior. I was preparing—for something he couldn't even begin to imagine.
Eventually, he gave in.
He managed to pull some favors, got me a carbon alloy training sword—stripped of sharpness but balanced just right. A few months later, he brought home a spear shaft meant for guard drills. He thought I'd use it to practice stances.
I used it to train javelin throws every night.
Day after day, swing after swing, throw after throw—I trained until the artificial lights dimmed and the Ark fell quiet.
I didn't stop. Not once.
Because I knew the future of this station. I knew what was coming. The oxygen crisis. The culling. The dropship. The Earth.
And then, one morning, just as I was finishing my final sword kata—
It happened.
The day everything changed.