Niome And Dieome: The Keepers Of Keron

Dieome looked up into the night sky thinking of her childhood...

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The sun shone brightly and a cool breeze shifted through the yellow and red leaved aspens. Birds sang they're last evening songs, and crickets slowly began to chirp a sad tune. It was autum in the poor city of Orcake.

"Dieome! Look what i've found," eight year old Niome ran twords her cousin. Her paws cupped to her chest and her fluffy tan fur seemed to dance to the forest music.

Dieome's bright green eyes peered into her cousins paws. Inside them a small token lay there. It was worn and rusted. The letteres scribbled on its surface weren't eligible, for they seemed to be writen in an ancient language.

"What is it?" Dieome looked up at her cousin and smiled. Her eyes squinted like they did when ever she was exited. She began to bounce around in a gracefull way leaping and touching the ground only to find herself in the air once more. Her sleek coat glistened in the last hours of the sun.

Niome grabbed Dieome's paw and they both began to dance in fast movements. They laughed as they spent a few more minutes going in circles, the crickets seemed to be the only other thing in the world besides them selves and the coin.

A sudden clang brought them to their senses as they looked around and saw the dirtied shackes and ill catnis. They're stomachs hardly filled, the only ones in each hut that could possibly eat were the children and elderly, but even that was a luxury.

Niome and Dieome looked at each other sadly, totaly forgetting the mysterious coin that Niome had pocketed.

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When the two youngters got home to their family of twelve, their grandpa, grandma, Niome's mother and father, Diome's mother and father, and Niomes six siblings, they all cramed themselves in the one room shack. Not everyone was able to sleep at the same time, so they took shifts. Youngest, then oldest, then middle aged. No one complained, it was just how life was. Everyone was caring and happy, but Dieome was different. She had always been the odd man out. Sure, she did have times with Niome and the rest of her family, but she just never could shake the feeling that she didn't belong.

Dieome suddenly remembered about the gold coin that Niome and her had found earlier. She turned to her fluffy cousin and whispered in her ear, " Do you still have the coin?"

Niome jumped. She hadn't been expecting Diome to do that. She turned twords her and smiled pointing to her pocket but quickly put her clawed finger up to her lips. Diome smiled and let out a soft giggle.

"What are we going to do?" the sleek black catnis whispered, "It must be something really old-"

"I don't know. But what I DO know is that us poor people probably shouldn't have it. It could be gold or somethin', and you know what they'd do if we have gold.." Niome made her head tip to the side and held up an imaginary rope.

"W-well... mabey we could hide it or something? I mean, what they don't know won't hurt em' right?" Dieome sugested.

Niome looked heart broken. The ears on the top of her head fliked in anger. She turned twords the oppisite wall.

Niome always seemed to do this. It was all about "them", the rulers of Keron. They stated that the poor could not have any gold items, for if they did, then they would be considered selfish.

Thats what made Dieome different. She didn't care what "they" had to say. She wanted to do as she pleased. Be a free soul. Be a free catins, a free being.

But she was always wrong, and thats what made her deside to do something about it. The day Dieome Ructroff would truely be free, was the day she got revenge on "them" for making her family suffer.