Pit was in a darkening forest, lost and afraid. The moon was just beginning to rise, the sun about to set. He couldn't retrace his steps, there was just an endless maze of trees and shrubs. Owls stared at the angel and hooted their eery song. Suddenly, a voice sang out. Beautiful and pure, singing in verses. Pit knew he had heard her voice somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it. There was also a face, staring down at him. The face of a young girl, with hair as white as a pearl. She sang.

I took the night sky

And made it my cloak

I filled my hair with the moon's light

I stole two stars

And made them my eyes

Letting them shine in the night

With feather-light feet

I took to the graveyard

Where I grabbed the bones of my mother

With her opal white bones

And her moonstone hammer

I made a chariot like no other

I created the dogs

Of darkness and fire

To pull my chariot of fear

With scorpion tails

A eyes of fury

And a mouth forever set in a leer

I am evil and black

The one in the dark

As the night goddess should

But remember PIt

Along with the bad

I'm also very very good.

Sleep well my angel.

Sleep well.

Pit awoke with a start. He couldn't remember much of his dream, except for a night goddess singing, but he couldn't remember the words. She had eyes made of stars, a chariot of bones, and something about the dogs of darkness and fire. And Sleep well. Sleep well. Why sleep well if he was just to wake up?

Pit was already forgetting the dream. Even what he had already known was sliding from his mind. In the end he decided it was unimportant and went down stairs for breakfast. He was early. Only a few tables had occupants. Pit sat down at an empty one, and examined his sword to see if it was in need of polishing or care. It looked as good as ever.

Peach and Zelda walked in, chatting and giggling about something. They both looked at Pit and turned away, giggling even louder. What was that about? Pit wondered.

Kirby came around the quickly filling dining hall with a large stack of pancakes and plates balanced on his head. He waddled over to Pit and let him take some. The angel didn't feel like eating, though. For some reason he felt like something was supposed to happen today, something important.

"Just a reminder!" Master Hand announced, "The Battle Finals will take place today at noon. The contestants may have a partner if they wish," That was probably it. Pit was in the finals for the Contest. That must be it. Feeling a little better, Pit began to eat, realizing how hungry he was. The food was delicious, though he probably could have gotten seconds if Kirby didn't always eat half the food before it even left the kitchen.

After breakfast, Pit started to walk towards the brawling stadium to practice for the Battle Finals. Halfway there, he stopped.

Go to the front door, angel. I will be waiting. Pit stopped and looked around. No one was there. Yet he had disinctly heard a voice. He had heard that voice before. But where from? (Pit had forgotten the dream. Hint, hint.)

The angel decided to go to the front door. Maybe this was his conscience speaking or something. Either way, all he would be losing was a couple minutes of training time, and he had already practiced a lot. Pit turned on his heels and began walking in the opposite direction, to the front of Smash Mansion. I'm just looking for one person. The angel told himself. It won't take long at all.

But the front door was crowded with people. They were all craning their necks, trying to see someone. In times like these there would usually be yelling and talking, but the place was filled with an eery silence. Who am I supposed to meet? Pit thought. Gathering up his strength, he jumped into the air and floated above everybody's heads. The people had formed a circle around two figures, Master Hand and a young angel girl. The angel was on the floor, looking rigid and cold. She looked almost dead.

Her dress was black, strapless and cascaded down her like a midnight waterfall.

"I took the night sky," She muttered. People gasped silently. Pit noticed her wings were also black, like the color you see when you look down a bottomless hole.

"And made it my cloak," She continued. The words were so amazingly familiar to Pit, but he had forgotten where he had heard them.

What was the most shocking thing about her was her hair. Her face was young and sweet, but her hair was the purest white, like a pearl.

"And I filled my hair with the moon's light," The stanza ended, and the girl fluttered her eyes. She sat up, winced, and Pit rushed over to help her.

"Thanks...Owwww" She said, rubbing her back. Pit put her arm around his shoulder and helped get her standing.

"Thanks," She said. "Sorry about that dramatic entrance. But I'm sure you'll forget it soon enough," Then she whispered in Pit's ear, "I took away a lot of my energy trying to contact you," Pit realized she must have meant the voice in his head. How on earth did she manage that? And what did she mean by, 'I'm sure you'll forget it soon enough.'?

"My name's Nochaya," She continued to the glassy eyed crowd. But then she breathed into his ear, lips barely moving, "And Pit, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. But you might die," A silver drop appeared in the corner of her eye. "And it will be my fault,"

Who is this mysterious angel? What does she mean by, "You might die"? Vvvveeeerrrrrryyyyy mysterious. (Spooky music) So anyway, I have never heard of Nochaya in my life, she is completely made-up. And if you want to know why I did this, (because it will lead to much confusion) review and tell me if you want Nochaya disposed of (dead) or just living a different life, far away from Smash Mansion and Pit. Either way, she will be gone by the end of the story. Unless of course, I write a sequel...

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