Cyan stood off to the side from the group, looking dejected. Watching the exchange between Harsemhin and Cirra reminded him too much of an exchange in his past.
"I'd have thought Harsemhin and Cirra were meant for each other before now, I guess it never will be. My first love erased from existence years ago, my hope lost on my second. Just like my friendships on these adventures, all for naught."
Siris wandered over to Cyan. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing ... just preparing for the next dimension I'll find myself in. It gets tiring making new friends, only to lose them after the adventure and never see them again."
"You saw me again."
"You're the exception. It wouldn't surprise me too much if you follow me again, actually."
"I'd prefer to just go home myself."
"Ah ... home ..." sighed Cyan. "I haven't seen my real home in four or five years and it's been months since I left my adopted home."
"Don't worry, you'll find your way home eventually. Lighten up and stop being depressed."
"You know," Cyan paused, looking over Siris. "You remind me of someone I knew a while back."
"I do?" asked Siris, rather interested. "Could he have been another me?"
"I don't think so, he was younger than you."
"I'll see you around, Cyan," commented Siris as he walked away. It sounded to Cyan as though he was certain of the fact.
Cyan took a last look at Siris and wandered away aimlessly, himself.

Why do I have to keep travelling like this? Cyan wondered to himself. Making friends just in time to lose them ...
Continuing along, simply putting one foot in front of the next, Cyan paid no attention to where he was going. I'm starting to lose hope, and I've already lost the Light from my life. He came to a cliff without noticing. I hope this ends soon ...
Reaching the edge of the precipice, a solution immediately appeared in Cyan's mind. Is this supposed to be a sign? That the only way to end this horrid travelling is to end everything? He looked over the edge, seeing the ground far below. Ha! If it's a sign, someone has a weird idea of a joke. I tried that once before and it isn't the answer, I'm not about to try again now. Looking to the horizon, Cyan shed a tear. I couldn't let down my Hope and Light ... again. he concluded, then suddenly winked out of existence.

Joe kicked his feet as he slowly walked over to Mike.
"So, Mike..."
"What?"
"I..uh...never got to apologize to you."
"Huh? For what?"
"When I lost you that money. With the guy and the suitcase..."
"Oh. That. Right. Well, it was just money, I suppose. MONEY THAT I COULD HAVE USED, but it was just money."
"Eh...Well, this was fun. Sort of. Um, I have a present for you."
"What?"
Mike looked at Joe quizically.
Joe handed Mike the rod.
"Oh. Why are you giving this to me?" questioned Mike.
"I'm not giving it to you! I put something in there. I want you to concentrate with the rod in your hand and then the present will be in front of you!"
"I see."
Mike began to concentrate. With a brilliant flash of light, a Van Halen CD popped up in front of Mike.
"You know, you never told me what kind of music you like!" commented Joe. "I figured you were a Van Halen kind of guy."
Mike's eyes lit up. "Heh heh, how'd you figure that out, Joe?"
"Some guy who sounded like George Carlin told me...As for this rod..I know what I'm going to do with it."
"Yeah? What're you going to do?"
"I'm going to go look for my father's grave. I'm going to bury it there."
Mike blinked a couple of times. "Well, good luck. I hope you find what you're looking for." He held out his hand, and grinned slowly.
"Heh. Keep in touch. It was fun while it lasted," Joe smiled.
"Yeah," Mike agreed.
Joe shaked Mike's hand.
"One more thing...." Joe blurted.
"What?"
Joe gave Mike an odd-looking ring.
Mike looked down at the ring.
"What's this?"
"I found this ring while I was in my mind. It says 'Godeg' on it, but the name reminded me of you. Think of it as something to remember me by."
Mike looked at the ring closely and saw that it did say "Godeg" on it.
He laughed.
"It's funny, but this seems familiar. Anyways, thanks Joe."
"No problem. Gotta be running!"
Joe placed his rod in his pocket and walked away, hoping he'd see his friend again someday.

Cirra gripped the ring tightly in her hand, and admired the mastery it must have taken to create it. It had a simple silver band, with a small saphire set in the center, and two diamons on the sides. However, She had seen it before... Suddenly, it occured to her.
"Ah! This is the ring...My ancestor wore this!"
It was true. Cirra recalled back to the Oil portrait that had hung on the palace walls, before the incedent had occured. The silver ring had adorned the finger of Cirra the first, and now it would don the finger of Cirra today. Yes, it was time for her to set things right.

Cirra returned to the city of Altus; she abandoned her dream of being parking meter cop for the prestigious Onett police force. Walking inside the palace, she viewed the devastation.
"It can all be fixed..." She said, sighing. Suddenly, a thought occured to her. She ran up the stairs, holding her skirt up, as not to trip on it. Reeaching the top of the stairs, she ran down the corridor to the end of the hall. There it stood, untouched; the pedestal where the Niveous and Gelid rods had rested.

Bowing slightly, Cirra placed the Niveous rod into the stand.
The air filled with a warm glow, and a soft vibration rang out. A light pulse of energy emitted from the Niveous rod, and a beam of light shot from the top. A small person appeared in the center, moving slightly Cirra could see through the tiny arms and legs, but she recognized the person enough. The Holograph of Cirra the First had returned.
The tiny woman moved her arms to speak. "Heir of Altus! Make not haste to the throne; Find your flesh and blood! Solve your questions! And Never forget your kingdom!" She stared straight up, as though she were looking right into Cirra's eyes. As quickly as it came, the messanger of illusion was gone. Cirra was alone.

Later that day, Cirra walked through the tattered palace, packing whatever provisions she could find. She would set out to find her sister and brother, even if it meant risking her life. She brought the Niveous Rod with her; something told Cirra that the palace had enough power to keep itself safe for the time being.
Before she set out, she found a small patch of cloud in the North and buried her parents. On the tomb, she left the family's emblem; a single black carnation.
Cirra left the palace as the sun set, and set out on foot to find Strata and Nebule. She stroked the ring that sat on her finger instinctively, and watched the sapphire in the center sparkle in the orange sun. Hopefully, the three of them together could set things right.

Dan raised an eyebrow.
So...this was what saving the world was like. He had said his goodbyes, exchanged E-Mail addresses with those that had E-Mail, and began the walk to hid house, which was no longer a black building with neon outlines. He suddenly remembered something. Running back to the group of people, he handed the tattered pink ribbon to Ness. He didn't have to say anything.
Ness laughed a bit, and then smiled. "Thanks."
Something about this was strange...It seemed like he had met these people before, like this had happened more than once...Out of a pocket he drew his Newton. Flipping up the cover, he scrawled something in his messy writing. What a few days I've had...
Later, Dan became popular in the EarthBound community, a small group of people devoted to a relatively unpopular game, for having the only copy of EarthBound 64 in existance. He met quite a few of his friends at various times, and published his journal of the trip to coincide with the premiere of Skulryk's documentary, packed with the footage he had managed to get while saving the world.
A year or so later, Dan managed to find out why everything seemed so familiar. But that, however, was for another story.

On another note, Anthony Williams went on to have a well paying executive career, a wife, and two kids.

TsuramiSea was confused. He had wanted to talk to all of the others, but they had already went away to their own business. It was quite a surprise to him. However, he quickly seized his chance to talk to those that were still there.
He walked up to RG first. "RG....... thank you," he said, bowing slightly. RG just stared, not certain how to respond to this.

Next he went over to Siris and Luna. To his surprise, Siris spoke first.
"I'm sorry I didn't get to talk to you more." He sighed. "I won't get to see you again, will I?"
TsuramiSea smiled. "Well, I don't know. Listen, I'll tell you something special." Siris arched his eyebrows. "Did you fight a blob called Master Belch, and a woman named Lucille?"
"How would you know that?" came Siris's answer, as his eyes widened.
A huge grin from the other boy. "I have a friend named SulamiTea, who told me about you. If we both saw you..... who knows. There's a chance we may meet again someday."
Siris remembered SulamiTea, and shook his head. "You two look a lot alike...."
"I'll explain it to you the next time I see you...... somehow, I think we WILL meet again." TsuramiSea looked down at the ground. "Oh, and sorry about the whole attacking thing earlier..."
Siris nodded. "I understand. Mani Mani and Raltise. They caused me a change too, although not quite the same as yours."
Tsurami nodded. Then, not having anything else to say, he spoke, "Thank you, Siris, and Luna." Luna looked nearly as surprised as RG. "Goodbye. Until we meet again, Siris." The pair exchanged waves with him.
As he walked away from them, he thought he heard, "I can't take it anymore. PLEASE explain how you knew those people."

The boy neared Matt and Kyle. He bashfully dropped his gaze to the pavement again. "I hope I wasn't too irritating...."
Matt shook his head. "No, you weren't. Really, Tsurami, you have some self-confidence problem."
TsuramiSea gave another grin. "No I'm not. I helped out during the final showdown, didn't I?" Matt and Kyle just chuckled. "Thank you for believing in me, and being my friend."
"No problem," said Kyle softly. "I guess it's goodbye, huh?"
TsuramiSea looked at the ground, but managed to face them. "Yeah.... well, goodbye, and good luck for the future." He paused. "Sorry if that sounds kind of anti-climactic, but...."
Matt swept his hand through the air. "Go on.... well, farewell, TsuramiSea, and good luck."
Kyle waved. "Thanks for helping us. Goodbye!"
TsuramiSea curtsied, drawing another chuckle from both boys, then dashed off to his last farewell.

There were no words ready for Ness, so he tried to improvise. "Ness.... I'm sorry..... I know that probably sounds insincere and melodramatic, but...."
Ness cut him off. "No, I know. Thank you, Tsurami. It hurts to have lost my friends, but I know they're at peace now. I'll continue to live my life, in honor of them."
He wiped the area beneath his eyes with his hand. "Are you going home now?"
"Nothing left for me to do. I can use the relative peace of home. Anyways, goodbye, Ness." TsuramiSea tried to think of anything else to say, so he just paced backwards and weakly waved. Ness returned it, wishing Tsurami well.
TsuramiSea teleported to Onett to take the Blue Hole back to Cartame, and then find a Blue Hole leading back to Bottles.

"Tsurami, are you all right?" cried his mother.
"I'm fine, mom, really," he responded.
"I just got so worried about you...... dad, pezmaster..... them too. Even Sabata. He called me..... I'm so glad to see you're okay!" The mother and child hugged.
A knock at the door. TsuramiSea, as always, rushed to get it.
"SulamiTea!"
"You idiot. Why did you have to save the world again?"
"I got caught up in the circumstances!!"
"I understand. Good job." Sulami paused, and chuckled. "Are you going to write a fanfic about it?"
"I've given up on that idea," sighed TsuramiSea.
Tsurami's mother interrupted. "Tsurami, I know you just came back from your long trip, but I do want you to start your homework."
TsuramiSea twitched.
"Maybe I can help," offered SulamiTea.
TsuramiSea smiled. "Aw, thanks, Sulami! Chemistry though."
SulamiTea twitched.
"Your grades in Chemistry haven't been good," said Tsurami's mom bluntly.
"I knoooooow," squeaked Tsurami, "I'll try to do better. SulamiTea, can I do the vocabulary and half the Reviewing Concepts?"
"NO! I get the vocabulary!! Why should I do most of the hard stuff?"

TsuramiSea sighed, and looked up from his Section Review. He couldn't help himself, but was writing down all the names of the people he had met.
"You will tell me about it later...."
"Yeah. Yeah. I will. But first.... homework."
SulamiTea smiled. "But we're experts at procrastination and barely managing to get good grades. Remember?"
TsuramiSea groaned. "My WILLPOWER! SulamiTea, you're destroying it!!!"
"But I wanta know what happened really bad," mewed Sulami cutely.
TsuramiSea sighed. "Okay. But remember, it's from my point of view." SulamiTea nodded.

As the story unfolded, the caped boy sat in rapture of the tale. The plain boy spoke, sometimes eloquently, sometimes not. Meanwhile, in the family room, a video game cartridge with a big, spined, golden robot on the label sat inserted in the Super Nintendo, ever so innocently....

Siris nodded. "I understand. Mani Mani and Raltise. They caused me a change too, although not quite the same as yours."
Tsurami nodded.
Then, not having anything else to say, he spoke, "Thank you, Siris, and Luna. Goodbye. Until we meet again, Siris." The pair exchanged waves with him, and TsuramiSea walked away.
Luna turned to Siris. "I can't take it anymore. PLEASE explain how you knew those people." But Siris wasn't listening. He suddenly remembered something... his hair. He had gotten so used to being in this form, he hardly noticed anymore.
"I guess I don't need this anymore," he said, closing his eyes and focusing. Slowly, his hair returned to its original brown, and hung down almost to his shoulders.
"I think it looks better like that..." Luna whispered to herself, trailing off. Siris heard this, and smiled. "Anyway," she said, "Can't you tell me how you knew everyone?"
"I didn't know EVERYONE," Siris began. "It's... really an unbelievable story."
"Come on now! We've just been through an unbelievable story."
"True..." Siris briefly explained his previous adventure, procuring photographs from his bag as proof.

"So that's what it is," Luna sighed. "What are you going to do now?"
"I don't know," Siris replied. "I guess I'll just wander, and once again end up in the right place at the right time. What about you?"
"Go back to school," Luna said with a sweatdrop.
"Well then... I can't say I'll see you later," Siris said, "but farewell." Siris then whispered something in Latin: "Vale, Luna... amo te."
"What?" Luna asked.
"It's Latin," Siris said. He wrote down 'amo te' on a piece of paper and handed it to Luna. "Look it up in a Latin dictionary or something sometime." Siris hesitated, seeming to debate something with himself. He then lifted himself from the ground and floated away.
"Hm..." he said to himself. "I wanted to talk to Harsemhin and Cirra one more time, but it seems that they have already left. Oh well. Guess it's back to where I was before this whole thing started."
Siris landed atop Jackie's Cafe, knowing perfectly well now that his date would never arrive. He knew, too, that some day when he least expected it, he would again encounter Cyan. And TsuramiSea. And Luna... but she would always be different, would never recognize him. "Whatever," Siris said, closing his eyes.

RG just looked around. This was the end. It was finally over. He quietly stepped outside, pondering what to do next. At least he had something to do while he was on his little adventure, but now he was just not sure. Then, RG noticed something shimmering in the sunlight. What could it be?
"Simo..." Was the last thing he could say before he was swept away. Maybe to another dimension, maybe just to another planet in the current demension. Whatever it was, well, that's another story. BUT wherever he was, he still had his guns loaded, looking for trouble!

Kyle waved good-bye to Matt, after Tsurami left, and started home towards ThreeDale (the area between Threed and the town south of it, Greendale).
Along the way he began to think. When he had prayed, he really didn't expect anyone to support him, besides his three best friends: Blake, Josh, and Glenn. But he had felt five powers supporting him. He figured that neither was his mom. When she felt that Kyle was in danger, she probably figured that she had better plan on one less for dinner. (Kyle made a mental note to pick up something to eat on the way home...) Kyle thought that one of them might have been a girl he knew from school, Champagne. They had been talking to each other, but with very short conversations. They were both shy... But who was the other one? Who else did Kyle know who would care for his safety? He figured he'd better forget about it. Maybe he'd never know...

And somewhere, in some other galaxy, a man sat in a cell. He seemed to be in deep concentration and was muttering something under his breath. "Good job... Good job, you've found it... The Excalabur has its rightful owner now. Heh heh..."
A guard standing outside the door of the cell opened the door. "What are you babbling, Losar?"
The man was silent.
The guard stepped into the cell and stood next to the man. "I asked you a question. What were you babbling?"
The man kept silent.
The guard became angry and kicked the man. "Now, when I ask you a question, you had better answer it..." The guard turned and walked out of he cell, closing and locking the door after him.
Above the door to the cell was a sign. It read:

Matt watched as Kyle headed towards his home. He figured he should find a place to stay the night as well. But not in this city...
He said his goodbyes to the remainder of the group, those he had fought aside but still knew so little about.
"Wherever you go, whether it be here or any other crazy dimension, look for me. Hopefully I'll be able to lend a helping hand." were his last words to many of the others, while a simple goodbye seemed to do well for most.
He looked up towards the sky, reverted back to it's natural blue colour, and began walking westward towards Threed. He would set up camp there, and by morning begin training. He now felt confined by his world, knowing that there could be more dimensions to discover, more treasures to uncover and more evil to smite. Plus he would really like to catch up to TsuramiSea and others one day.
He would try to develop a technique that would allow him to do so. Though it would be a time-consuming and difficult expense, he felt that it would be well worth the effort.

What happened to Joe? He eventually found his father. Turns out he's not dead. Also turns out he's not Joe's father.
Joe never found out why the whole father thing was a farce. And to make things even weirder, Joe frequently hears the hilarious laughter of a man.
A man...that sounds like George Carlin.
It goes a little something like this: 'HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA....THE END?!?"

The alarm clock in Mike's room went off at 6 AM. The loud buzzing could be heard from anywhere within Mike's place, but apparently nobody seemed to be there.
Outside, in front of the building, Mike was standing, looking at a list.
Well, I can't believe all that has happened has happened. But now, I must go and find the people who I hold dearest.
The list was a simple list, having only two entries. Each entry had a couple of words to them.
The item that was on the top of the list said simply "repay Chaz". Mike grinned. Well, I've already stuck the money that he's expecting into the mailbox. The mailman should be here soon. He crossed that off of his list. He then stuck the list into his pocket.
Well, it looks as though I've gotta leave this place for a while. Goodbye, house. Goodbye mercenary lifestyle. I've gotta go see my girlfriend and look for people, as well as keep any other promises that I've made.
The list fell out of Mike's pocket, as if it wanted to run down the street and into the nearest garbage can.
He started walking down the street as if looking for somebody. He didn't know that he had dropped his list, but it didn't really matter. The only thing left on the list was "do everything else". Mike eventually disappeared over the hill that was near his house.
The alarm clock in his room had buzzed itself out, leaving only silence in the building.

"Nebule, please be well, if you still live," Harsemhin whispered.
Now on the cruise ship Demec, he had decided that Nebule would likely not be on Eagleland. If he was still alive.
The salty sea wind blew, and Harsemhin reached for something tossing in it. He grasped it tightly in his hand, and it crumbled.
Opening his hand, he looked at it.
It was a carnation. A dried carnation. A dried, black carnation.

Skulryk lounged in his chair, paying no attention to the computer at his desk. He turned and gazed out the window at the lovely skyline of Fourside. He smiled, recollecting about past events.
He turned back to his desk and gazed at the many ornaments in his office. After the events surrounding Raltise, he had done many reports, and his footage had made him a rich man. He could have very easily retired and lived a good life, but he followed what he loved. He had changed from his reporter attitude, even after he achieved his long awaited dream of being the top reporter in Eagleland, and had settled into a calmer lifestyle, becoming a paperback writer. He looked over several of his awards, then stared at a Pulitzer prize he had won after writing an article on the events surrounding Raltise. He spun himself in his chair once more, and stopped to face his desk once more.
He picked up a picture from his desk. It was the entire gang of people who had fought against Raltise and saved the world in the process. A tear welled up in his eye and rolled down his cheek. The events surrounding that had changed his life so much, and he would never forget them. He placed the picture back on his desk and smiled once more.
He wheeled his chair over to his computer, inspiration rekindled in his mind, and continued his story.
The friends all went their seperate ways, drifting apart over time, but they remained in each others hearts, forever...

"This is Geldegarde Monotoli, for Eagleland Television. Good night."
It had almost been a year since those happenings in Fourside.
"This is a special edition of Eagleland Tonight. We're bringing you an entire hour of review on the Fourmoon Incident.
"As you all know, nearly a year ago, many mysterious happenings took place.
"These happenings were sparked by a tragic bus crash on the Numbers Bridge, apparently claiming the life of Paula Polestar.
"Her friend, Jeff Andonuts and Jeff's father, Doctor Andonuts, were soon murdered when Paula's body somehow washed up on Winters shores. Later, Prince Poo of Dalaam was murdered by a mysterious person.
"This sent one Ness Lee further into despair, when news of each death reached him. But he persevered, and traveled to Fourside to avenge Ness' death.
"Eventually, many people gained some reason to fight alongside Ness, although the way it fell out was different for many.
"They found the deaths were instigated by a demonic alien device called Mani Mani, and destroyed Mani Mani.
"Nonetheless, as is not often the case, they found Mani Mani to only be the first problem.
"Some new scourge transformed the entire world into a striped natural-inversion mutation of itself, with Fourside as its centre. But Fourside was no longer Fourside; it had become Fourmoon.
"The army was sent into fight once Fourmoon came into being, but their supposedly more powerful weapons weren't enough.
"Truly, it was not even the fighters themselves who defeated the newest threat to the universe; we all contributed.
"As you might remember, almost a year ago, you were probably compelled to pray and chanted a cryptic phrase."
Monotoli took a deep breath, and continued.
"The Puppetmaster, Raltise, as those experiencing firsthand the horrors of the battle call him, as defeated, and sealed within a rock. Soon after, the rock disappeared, thrown into a vortex by a young woman named Rita."
The hour-long segment aired, and Monotoli reappared.
"But where are they now? Such heroes as Rita, Harsim-hin Aberphid," he said, always unable to get Harsemhin's name right, "TsuramiSea, Siris and Cyan disappeared from Eagleland not long after.
"Reports have come in that Rita, Harsimmon and TsuramiSea have been spotted since that fateful day, but Siris and Cyan have not. In fact, Rita and Harsevin -- sorry for the pronunciation errors before -- have apparently begun another search.
"We hope we can find them, to increase our knowledge of this event, but until next time, I am Geldegarde Monotoli. Eagleland Television. Good night."

Yet deep within the murky darkness of Null...
The pained voice of the entombed cried out mournfully...
"The show will go on!"

THE END...?