A/N: soooo, I've decided to take Little Miss Independence's One Hundred Word Challenge, and I'll be writing a short piece (preferably shorter than my usual one-shots, but no guarantees) for each word. I'm actually really pumped about this, and hope to write the one-hundred chapters. So I've got quite a bit ahead of me. I'll be helping MoD with his contest, trying to keep up The Prince's Tale, and hoping dearly to wrap up Alone, and planning an epic three/four-shot for LoZ in my head. And those are just my writing plans. Nevertheless, I think this sounds like great fun and will almost be like a creative outlet for me. I don't expect many reviews, but I want to write all of this just the same. Well, here we go!

Lonely

There was a certain joy that filled Pit as he spread his wings to the rising sun, ready to launch himself into the tumbling galaxies. And all the same, he thought, his dove wings fwipping out, it was a comet of different emotions.

Ecstasy in the wind coursing under him, his hair gone wild, his heart triphammering, the frantic mix of adrenaline and serenity that pulsed through him like an orchestra; those were all expected, welcome, loved. But tagging along with them were the feelings of confusion, guilt, but most of all, loneliness.

He tried to ignore it today as he took a moment to check his hammerspace, keeping his inventories in stock. But it bit at him like the frost in the north, the north he had once flew away from, the north he was chasing.

Of course, he wasn't chasing the north: no, he was following the North Star. And that sounded contradictive, he knew, but there was nothing more precious than a north star. The North Star held all the answers for him. He had to catch it.

He glanced about him one last time, drinking in the lush plants and the bright creatures, stalling to kiss this planet goodbye. It was really a beauty among the others he'd been through, but the dawn was coming quicker than his will to leave, so it was with reluctance he readied himself to leap.

His reluctance didn't matter. Nothing mattered but that North Star. He had to keep his telescopic eyes on his only hope, the narrow road, lest he be swept off, and God knew how easily that could be done.

And so many emotions followed into that. Loneliness was that key one; the one that caught his heart and told him to not move on any further. It reminded him exactly how alone he was, leaping from planet to planet, never able to call one a love or even a friend. He was alone.

But there was a determination that filled Pit that didn't normally. He had never been this motivated to hunt down the answers to everything, but that was it, really. It was the answer to everything. That was why he had to catch. This hope was the only north star he'd follow this far. And that was the reason he loved his loneliness, reveled in it: it reminded him of exactly what he was going after.

And he plunged forward, his feet pounding hollowly on the ground, his wings slowing him only slightly, their streamline shape creating thin angels of air behind him; he reached the edge, the tip of the iceberg, dear God there was no turning back now; the music played insanely as he hurled himself over the cliff, sheer rock face looming to meet him; but in that instant, that thrilling, mad moment where he was almost certain of his doom, his wings were there to catch him, trustworthy as always; a victorious grin creased his face as he billowed up into the clouds, the sudden force of his wings skyrocketing him upward.

And he turned his face forward, to meet that North Star – when the sun went black.

He cried out, unable to see, to think, to understand – mostly, unable to understand. What had happened? What was going on? Why—

And then he was in freefall, he could feel it, his wings were gone – where were they? What had happened to his wings? Where were his wings?

And yet the sun was a rich, saturated ebony in his blue eyes, winking cruelly. It wasn't a trick of his mind, or eyesight, no sun-blindness. This was real. And that thought wasn't doing much to help him.

He could hear the wind whistling around the rocks he was plummeting toward, thoughts fluttering through him like ribbons in the breeze, unable to catch a single one. He needed to stop this. He was going to die, falling through space, alone and lonely. No one would remember him, no one ask where he was. He was alone.

He hated his loneliness, his lack of company, a companion, a friend, anything. He hated it, not because he was rushing toward his doom, but because no one would save him from his doom.

Squeezing his once-bright eyes shut tight, the fallen angel awaited for death.

But then a light sparkled through his lids, and he was prompted to open then. He did, and squinted in the abrupt shine, wondering if death had come, swift and sweet. But it wasn't death.

It was a glimmer, coming toward him, coming for him. No longer could he feel the wind, no longer could he hear the gale, no longer could he feel his body. Was he falling? The only thing he could feel were his eyes, and these moved frantically as he tried to pinpoint the blinding light.

And all at once his eyes flew open.

It was the North Star, coming to save him. It had come for him. It was helping him. And as he stared at it, gaped, he could feel his wings returning; far away, the sun was a cold pearl-grey, dim next to the Star. The sunshine had once been multi-colored mirrors, but now the rays were like snow compared to the North Star. Compared to his Star. Compared to his hope.

He felt himself regain control of his body, and with a sudden, certain assurance, he knew he wasn't going to fall. He was alright. And most of all, he wasn't alone.

That was when he realized, with the world turning warmer and warmer by the second, that the Star was saving him, but he still needed to find it. It wanted him to chase it. It was encouraging him along lovingly, but it knew he was up to the challenge. It was his saving grace and no matter how lonely Pit had felt in those early sunrises on different galaxies, it had always been with him. It had never left him alone, and it never would.

It wouldn't forget him, and him would never be alone. It would never let him fall. It…loved him. It loved him dearly.

And the sun was a glinting white diamond in the gentle blue sky, the same sky Pit was cruising through leisurely, his pure-ivory wings soft and strong.

It hit him then, what had happened, but when he gazed through the heavens, the Star wasn't there. But when he looked ahead, to what was to come, he could see it, faintly, sparkling like a warm smile.

He smiled back, soaring through the sky, and ultimately his feelings of loneliness vanished right around him. He wasn't alone. He had never been alone. He had no reason to feel lonely.

The North Star was with him.

And it was the only North Star he'd follow that far.

A/N: So…yea, for a while I trailed off the subject, but you know, I realized it works. Loneliness doesn't necessarily (key word necessarily; I still made it one in this story) have to be a bad thing, and a story titled "Lonely" doesn't have to be sad. I realized I'd rather focus on the positive thing, such as loneliness disappearing, so there's that. And I really like this piece. Unfortunately I think it gets too sloppy toward the end, especially after what I thought was a great start (I got a bit carried away, then realized I needed to keep the main idea in tact). And really this is pretty symbolic, if you couldn't figure it out. The North Star is God. (Yyup, I'm a Christian, if you didn't know.) I understand that Pit's goddess is Palutena, (sp?) and so forth, but I really was gonna use Pit anyway, but this is more me trying to find my way back to God. You know, sort of an epiphany moment for me, and this piece was born:) And I do think the loneliness works. Anyway, sorry for the long author's notes. Surprisingly, I'm not concerned with the reivews…and I think that's good. I'm satisfied with this, and I don't need reviews (not that I wouldn't like them;). Wow. I think I just grew up a little bit.

Hope you enjoyed, sorry for trailing on, thanks for reading and review if you feel it's necessary! ;)

~Araceli L