Last God
Menos

Menos is pounding a kind of bluish-purple natural rock. The human race no one knows that there is a kind of natural stone like a beautiful gem but poisonous (a type of flourite). Menos was a young man from the Hobbit nation.

Inevitably he did that, all the young men and villagers did that. In his heart and mind he was still raging, between responsibility and reluctance to participate in the war. Especially if you remember the wedding day with Fionty is getting closer. "Rather than being ostracized and punished for life in the devil's cave" he murmured with a lazy sigh. Sweat poured from all over his body.

"Hi Nos! I'm done, when are you?" hatch a friend who also pounded the stone from earlier while tidying up the tools of work. The stone powder is finished he mashed, he put it in a black bag and ready to enter the basket and pushed with a cart by the mongel.

"Now, another one," Menos replied, wiping off the sweat.

"Here I help," continued the friend.

"Ah no need. Joup, are you also coming to Sayembara Square?" look at Menos with her best friend.

There was a look of pity in Menos' eyes, Joup his best friend was probably the most cheeky Hobbit/dwarf ever, his spine looked curved like a withered galley.

"Yes! I'm ready, look at this," said Joup, taking out his dagger and playing it, but before long the little dagger fell and almost stuck it in his own leg.

THE TRINNG!

"Eits! sorry sorry! my hands are slippery, they shouldn't be" Juop said.

"Remember, don't get far from me" Menos said, standing up and patting Joup on the shoulder.

"It's over soon, we're definitely winning, gotta!"

Menos was soon finished, slashing his stone ash and smoothing his hammer and other equipment. An adult Hobbit came and collected the stone powder from the youth, from the Hobbit villages, from the rugged forests of the Hobbit habitat.

Their wagons were numerous and headed for the top of the hill which was a field, where the elders and the Partiyazed (priests or experts) were ready with large kwali-kwali and were concocting the leaves. Stone powder itself is a staple for making deadly weapons or poison that they will spread on the battlefield later.

Like a big celebration, young old, female men all work hand in hand to prepare all the preparations for war.

Menos is now walking with Joup towards Fionty's house. Menos body is more robust than Joup, but about the heart, Menos too weak Joup taste.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Not yet at Fionty's house, you've been shaking so. Hehehe's so funny you're Menos,"

"Shut up, I'll catch up later" cried Menos.

The black sky looked so heavy, plus smoke from the burning at the top of the hill. Surprising and gripping.

Not long after, the two dwarves arrived at a house. A typical house of dwarves, the door is about a meter and the roof is filled with grass and flowers.

GECKO! GECKO!!

"Who???" a shrill voice sounded from within.

"It's me" Menos chanted without naming her. He was sure Fionty knew his voice.

Fionty opened the door and her glare immediately fell down.

"You sick?" menos said, because he saw his heart lover was grim face and like blocked cloudy.

Suddenly Fionty hugged Menos and cried sobbing in Menos' chest.

"It's Fionty, it's been, I'm definitely back" Menos said as he covered and stroked Fionty's trembling back.

"Hic!" Joup was also moved, even though he did not have a lover, but he could feel, the worries of the couple who were soon married. Joup turned around and spoke with his voice, just like a starving dwarf and blaspheming the world.

"Why should we fight! Whyyy??? Why don't we just coexist with humans even with giants! Whyyy!? why do we have to fight!!!" Passersby stared weakly at Joup. They understand the feelings of young people who do not know anything turns out to be involved, even on the front lines.

***

"The missiles!!! Kudil??? Where are you son?" shouted a mother at the edge of the forest where her child usually played there. Bathe in the river or swing on curved branches with friends.

As the evening progressed, my heart grew more worried.

"Mom! Miss Eja? Kudil hasn't come home yet?" sahut a father who happened to pass by the river bank.

"Yes, sir, well where, not as usual."

"Sama, my son hasn't come home either, let's ask the citizens for help, to search."

***

Elsewhere, on the hillside, the Hobbit soldiers were heavily armed. Spear and sword, seem to be herding human children as they are. They are a lot, like SD children who are exploring while Scouts.

***

An eagle flies off the corner of the arena to the destination. Before people in medieval times used pigeons as mail couriers. People in the era of Atlantis used eagles as senders of reliable messages. The eagle was carrying a message to the Queen that his son/prince Anggara managed to defeat the famous great and powerful kingdom of Atlantea Patih mandraguna.

A pride that soon spread to the corners of the winning country. How not, the Kingdom of Atlantea is the largest kingdom on the continent of Atlantis, if now like the American country on the continent itself.

***

Fionty went up the hill, the Hobbits had no trouble reaching the high ground, they had tools like dragonfly wings that had been magic and moved with the command of the wearer's heart.

Fionty flew by herself, like a fairy lost in an uninhabited forest. He headed for the nearest field hill and hoped to see the excitement of war in the distance.

This is the fourth day since all the men and youth of the Hobbits have gone to war.

"I must have come home baby, you saw my very sharp sword and this, this is the amulet your father gave you. I must be back. Wait for me here on a clear morning and I will come to hug you. We'll be heading for pelaminan soon. I promised Fionty! Don't cry!"

Fionty remembered her lover's last words before she brushed him off heavily and tiptoed away with the Joup.

Fionty had reached the top of the hill and looked like an old Hobbit was meditating. As his father told him, in every village there is required to be an elder who is capable of telepathy to receive the news of victory or defeat. The enormous war that Fionty had never imagined, even in his village, left only mothers and children and an old guard of messages.

Fionty did not want to bother the parents. He walked up to the edge of the abyss and in his gaze the sky was as black as a rolling comb in one corner of the earth.

"There, yeah, there." His father, his only brother and Menos were betting their lives. Fionty's swish sat in, and unknowingly her tears came back, her feelings were very dull and worried.