The End- A story by Kawaii Maker.

The maiden, her twinkling aqua eyes slowly filling with tears, but still attempting to keep her beauty.
After all, it WOULD be the last time she saw her husbands deep brown ones, she wanted to make sure he wouldn’t leave her, she wanted to give him all the trust she could. Her jet black hair jumped up and down as she hurried down the stairs, a blue-white dress on her, and very simple black shoes.

The man of her life stood there, dressed in his navy uniform, his light brown hair in a mess, his eyes full of confidence.
The maiden hurried over to him and hugged him, and ending it with a kiss.

“Take care of yourself, my dear Meriett.”

They kissed again, holding each other in their arms.

“You, my dear Zilome, are the one that has to be taken care of.” The man smiled, then stared at his wife for a long, long time.

“Please also take care of Kurion.” His deep brown eyes closed, “Please. Hes young, and will definitely worry about this.”

“Okay...” She turned her back.

“Good luck in Yerohieme.” The man called out to his wife, and turned his back, taking a step towards the door.

“Good luck in the war...” She responded, and went upstairs.

The man left the house, and the maidens sparkling aqua eyes filled quickly with tears.

“Meriett...” She whispered.

And went upstairs to wake up her son.

"Kurion... Wake up..." She called out, slightly poking her son.
"Kurion...Kurion..." Her long, silky, black hair covering most of her back.

"Kurion?" Her voice sounded a bit impacient, but worried too.
"KURION! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW OR YOU WONT SEE ANOTHER GLIMPSE OF DAYLIGHT IN YOUR HOLE LIFE!"
This, seemed to get the boys attention, as he opened his eyes slowly, and stared up at his mother.
"Kurion, get... Get changed." Her personality seemed to have changed, she sounded sad, a bit worried, but mostly confused.
Kurion stared at her oddly, "Its saturday mom..."

"JUST GO GET CHANGED!" She yelled, an angry look in her face, yet this quickly turned into a frown.
Kurion went off to get dressed, his short black hair jumped with every step he took.

Kurion's mom kneeled down, and cried. She didnt want her son to see, but she cried. Her hair went down, making her eyes look completely covered, and her aqua eyes blinked, attempting to get rid of the tears.
"Moooomm!!... Im done!!..."
He came out, using a blue sweater-vest, a white long sleeved shirt below it, and brown short shorts.
"Mom?"
Kurion's mom stood there, shocked.
She handed over a black cloak to Kurion.
"Put it on Kuri..." She smiled, kissing him on the cheek.
Kurion blushed slightly. "Pssht.. But why Mom?"
She seemed to be close to crying again, "Just wear it..." As she put a cloak on herself.
They hurried down the stairs, (Well, Kurion's mom grabbed him, and they went down the stairs.)
Suddenly, Kurion had a thought, they had gone through all the house, and...
"Mom, WHERES DAD?!" His brown eyes seemed filled with surprise and worry.
"Daddy's off... Helping people."
They went out the door, where Kurion was expecting to see the tall, green grass of Junzion, where he expected to see people playing, to see bright, happy faces.
But, when Kurion went outside, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
What he saw, was the army of Getulion, shooting they're Wekirez like crazy, blowing on they're Okiuro's.
He saw the Junzion army too, wearing the white and blue uniform, fighting with the Getulion.

"MOM?!"
Kurion's mom was crying like crazy, she grabbed her son by the hand, and ran into what Kurion knew, as the Pelerewe.
It was a place to go to the "Land of Freedom" if Getulion ended up attacking your country.
Kurion stared in shock. He knew what was going on. Getulion was attacking his home... All of it.. And now he was going to have to scatter to Yerohieme, the only place known to be too far, and too strong, to not be taken down by the Getulion army.
While his dad was out there, risking his life.
"Cmon Kurion."
And once again, she took him by the hand, and brought him into the Pelerewe.
The Pelerewe took off, and soon enough, Kurion lost sight of his home.

The deep brown walls of the Pelerewe twinkled. There was no windows, so it was dark.
It was a underground train, the Pelerewe. It was faster, and the seats were low, Yerohieme didn't want the Gelution to know about this. It was made VERY well.
A young boy, with sandly blonde hair smiled, taking his cloak off, he laughed.
"Aren't ya worried?" Kurion asked him, his blue eyes filled with curiousity.
"Nah!" He replied, and tapped his foot.
"Your home is being attacked, and your NOT.WORRIED?"
The boy bit his lip, and then nodded. "Ive heard wonderful things about Yerohieme, so if we lose, we shall be living in a wonderful place!"
Kurion stood up, "YOU MEAN YOU DON'T CARE IF YOUR HOME IS TAKEN BY A ARMY?" He was getting angry, his hands turned into a fist, and his mom, was crying.
"STOP BEING SUCH A BABY, MOM." He yelled at her, this made her eyes peek from the hood she was crying on, then cried even more.
The boy stood there, shocked. "Your mean to your mum? We don't do those kinds of things were we come from." He smiled, his teeth showing, some of them were missing, yet, most of them were there. Shining a bright white, whiter than most people's teeth.
"Your not from here..?"
He smirked, "Pssht, your moody aren't cha'?"
"And of course im not. Me, im from Iretopie."
Kurion stared at him, a bit in surprise, but mostly in anger.
"The town known for its inventions?"

"Thats right!" A cheery smile was glued on him, Kurion however, seemed to be filled with envy.
"Hehe... Im planning on being a inventor myself.."
Kurion shrugged, and sat back down.
"Names Worio, if ya' care." He sat down too. "It means Warrior, but I never liked em."
Kurion sighed, his mom's tears seemed to be coming less quickly, and less tears in general.
"What kind of things did you hear about Yerohieme, little boy?" She said suddenly, still hanging on to the hood.
"Oh! Wonderful things!! That deep in the country of Yerohieme, in the town of Kitose... There lives a mage. Like, a REAL one. He can grant you any of your desires.. For only a bit of money!"

Kurion's mom seemed to smile at this, she nodded, and smiled.
"Kuri, get some rest. Your gonna need it."

"Wori, you get some too." Called out Worio's dad, he had some goggles placed above his pale brown hair, wearing a long raggy brown coat.
They both nodded, laughing slightly at each others nicknames, and fell asleep.

“Wake up Kurion...” Kurion’s mom rapidly pinched his son.
“Eh... Mom.. No... The cherry’s are...Eh...”
She looked confused, and a bit angry. “Kurion?”
“WAIT WHAT?!” And he woke up. His mom looked different, her beauty had returned. Her hair was now silky and smooth, and her eyes a beautiful aquamarine blue. Her lips were no longer wet, and her pale skin now looked like a crystal, not like if she was sick.
“Where am I...”
Kurion’s mom smiled, “In the Perelewe my deary.. We have arrived at Yerohieme...”
“Okay! But mom, how’d you get so HOT?”
“Eh... He helped me...” She said, looking at Werio’s dad. Slightly blushing, but once again, looking mostly angry. She grabbed her son by the hand, and rapidly went out the door.

“Well.. Here we are! In Yerohieme!” She said, clapping her hands together.
Kurion looked disappointed, because, well, he then remembered why he was here.
“Its big...”
“The BIGGEST!”
“But in what city are we?” He asked, hoping to get what he expected.
“Kitose. Its the closest one to our home.”
Kurion smiled a bit, hoping that the mage-thing was true.
He was a logical boy, that didn’t believe in those funny-little fantasy stories, and found the quote, “You have to see it, to believe it.” Absolutely wonderful.
But right now, he needed to hope to see the mage, he needed to see him.. To wish for the war to be over, for he was sure it would be a GOOD thing. So right now, he just hoped for fantasy.
“Cmon Kurion!” “We need to start living!” His mother suddenly called out, as Kurion was deep in thought.
“Hm? We don’t even have a house yet...” He blushed, and suddenly, Werio and his dad came out of the Perelewe. “You can come live with us! While you get a house though..” Werio’s dad said, with a bright little smile on him.
“Sure!” Called out Kurion’s mom, almost immediately.
“But Daadd...” “But mooom...” “I don’t wanna live with him!” “Hes stupiidd.. “Eww..” “Bleh.” Were some of the remarks heard from the two boys.
Kurion... Calm down...” Kurion’s mom said, patting him on the back.
“How do you have a house anyways?” Kurion then murmured, loud enough for all of them to hear though. But I have a feeling he wanted to do that.

“Eh.. We actually sorta, I have a sister that used to live here, were just taking her house meanwhile.” Werio’s dad said, a slight look of embarrassment on his face.
“Oh the irony...” Kurion mumbled, covering his face with his hand.

They went off to the house, and Kurion and Werio just kept shouting insults at each other.

“So, I heard people Iretopie is full of pollution.”
“Shut up. Oh yeah, I also heard that people from eh.. Where were you from again?”
“Junzion.”
“Oh yeah! The place known for.. Um.. I dont know.. NOTHING!”
“I heard the people in Iretopie are nerds too.”
“I heard Junzion is filled with IDIOTS.”
“YOU DID NOT GO THERE!”
“YES I DID!”

Werio’s dad laughed, “Your acting like little girls.”
After this, they were both quiet.

When they reached Werio's house, they were all stunned. It was a beautiful brown-white house. There seemed to be little robots patrolling, and a smell of mint would come up to you when you reached the door.
"Wow.." Kurion's mom would cry.
Even Kurion, who was determined to hate anything about Werio, couldnt help but want to look around.
He complimented each room, and thought the house was perfect.
The bed was a brilliant scarlet, it brought thoughts of roses and meadows, but it also brought thoughts of blood.

Kurion layed on the bed.
"Remember Kuri, you shall be going to school in very little time." His mom would call out too often.
The house was planted in the middle of nothing. A beautiful mountain would peek out if you stared out the window. Light came in naturally, but the night sky would make the house completely dark.
Werio and Kurion would play pranks on each other, drawing mustaches while theyre sleeping and laughing about it for hours.
The clock that would hang in the kitchen would tick.
Kurion would stare at it for a while, and then would walk away, as if what he was waiting for had not come.
Whenever he opened the door, he hoped for the brown haired man with the brilliant golden brown eyes to greet him, to tell him we won.
"Its a war. It lasts a long time." Werio would say.
Whenever Werio made a comment like this, Kurion felt like punching him in the stomach.
"What about your mom? Shes there too?" He would murmur, looking straight into the blonde boys eyes.
"Shut up." He would then say, and they would both run off.