Stuffed.

That's how Anono could describe the airport he, his family, and almost every Keronian on Keron were in. Vipers were successfully taking over Keron, the Keron Army ordering Keronians to go to the space port so they could be taken to a planet called Pekopon. His mother was dragging him, barely keeping up. His own hand was dragging someone else, his best friend. Suddenly the weight he was dragging disappeared.

He wanted to turn around to see what happened, but his mother was still dragging him. He wanted his mother to stop so he could look for his friend, but she always disagreed with him. The next thing Anono knew, he was in a spaceship about to take off with his mother and brother sitting beside him. He stood up for a moment, hoping to see his friend safe and sound, then sat back down when he didn't see his friend.

As the ship took off, he looked out the window, Keron slowly growing tinier and tinier until it was just a star amongst the other stars.

His brother spoke, "Mama, what's Pekopon like?"

"When your father returned from a mission to see what Pekopon was like, he told be all the things he saw. He told me that it was a beautiful blue planet, that it almost felt like home to him. This was before you were born, Siroro." His mother responded, with a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

Anono heard that his father was an honorable man, the type of person who would risk life and limb to protect the people he loved. Anono never met his father, only seeing him in pictures. Instead of going with his family, he decided to stay on Keron to protect the planet.

"Mama," he asked, "Do you think he's going to be alright?"

His mother apparently knew he wasn't talking about his father, "He's going to be alright sweetie, hopefully someone took him on their airship."

Anono doubted that. He looked to the window opposite of his, and saw a blue planet coming into distance. He guessed it was Pekopon. He looked out his own window again, and said, "Goodbye Keron."

In an even quieter voice, almost a whisper, he said, "Goodbye... Mekeke."

"Mama, I'm back!" Siroro, now a fully grown Keronian, said.

"Ah, good. Did you find anything?" His mother replied.

"No." The gray Keronian said sadly. It was getting harder and harder to find things to survive. When the Keronians fled to Pekopon, the Vipers followed them, eventually creating waste to the planet and causing a three way war. For some, it was every man for himself. A lot of people lived in underground homes so no one could find them, though some preferred to travel like nomads.

Siroro walked into his little brother's room. He had changed a lot over the years. He had changed his name to Putata, put colorful tattoos on his body, and changed his hat to one with bolts. He was painting something with a giant paintbrush he had. Siroro and his mother was never fond of art, but ever since they came to Pekopon, they decided not to bother him about how he shouldn't do art anymore since it really didn't matter anymore.

"Hey lil' bro, whatcha doin' there?"

"Nothing." Putata responded.

"Yeah, certainly looks like 'nothing'." Siroro chuckled. His relationship with his brother had progressed over the years. When they were little, Siroro despised Putata and Putata despised him. They were exact opposites, so it was natural they would hate each other, but ever since the war started, their relationship had improved a bit. He left the room. That's when the door knocked.

"Siroro sweetie, can you get that? We might have some people who need shelter." His mother told.

"Sure thing." Siroro went to the door, opened it, and what met his face wasn't travelers. It was Vipers. Siroro immediately closed the door and locked it. "Mama, I don't think they need shelter."

Before she could respond, a Viper sounded, "Open up!" And he banged on the door.

"We need to get out of here now!" Siroro panickly said. It was rare for Vipers to find underground homes, but it was possible. The gray Keronian rushed into Putata's room, but he was gone.

At least until his voice sounded from the other room, "Guys, in here!" Siroro and his mother rushed in the room Putata's voice sounded from, the banging on the front door getting louder and more frequent. When they got in there, Putata was painting a circle on the wall.

His mother shook her head, "Anono," she said, not using his current name, "how is painting a circle on the wall going to help us escape?"

"Trust me." Putata replied. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly a hole appeared. Siroro wanted to ask how he did that, but there was no time. He immediately crawled into it, along with his two family members. Then it got dark.

"Hey, who turned off the lights!?"

"I had to block the hole so they don't follow us, dummy head!"

"Whatever."

They continued to crawl through darkness until the tunnel sloped upwards, and came upon a dead end.

"Uh, lil' bro? I think we're at a dead end."

"Don't worry yo, I can make another hole, just let me get up there."

Putata squeezed through his mother and brother, and painted another circle where the dead end was. A snap of fingers was heard, and sudden light busted through the darkness. They all had to cover their eyes for a second before getting used to the light again. They crawled out, one by one.

They looked at the bleak landscape, smoke rising from certain places, the sky covered in gray clouds.

"Well, we've been driven out of our home, but at least it can't get any worse!" Putata said, right before a hard downpour came, soaking the three Keronians.

"It can Anono. It can get worse."