The soup was amazing. Pit finished first one bowl, then two and then three. Nerolia and Jespa who had returned with an owl in her talons returned, sat down near the fire which Pit had managed to ignite. The smoke flew out the window of the cabin. Nerolia held a bowl in her hands and took small sips. She had tried to convince the angel to eat slower but he didn't listen. Pit avoided to look at Jespa. Not only because he thought she might still be angry but also because him stomach turned and dropped like a roller coaster as the harpy ate the owl. Nerolia didn't seem to mind. Pit guessed she was used to it. Nerolia and Jespa told him about their respective cultures as they eat. Nerolia said that while centaurs might to an outsider seemed aggressive and animalistic but they were able to look into the stars and somewhat read the future from that. Jespa told him about the strong and fierce harpies who could fly through any storm no matter how strong the winds, rain and lightning are. After the fifth bowl of soup, Pit looked into the fire. His eyebrows arched as he was wondering about something: "It's weird." The hybrids looked up. "When ever Lady Palutena read me the stories with creatures like you, " he continued: "she always insisted that you don't exist." Jespa snorted dryly: "That's because she is ashamed of us. All the gods are." Pit looked up, his gaze as if she was crazy: "What?" Jespa looked over to her best friend and she snarled: "Do you want to tell him or should I?" The centaur's ears turned backwards, visibly ashamed. Jespa snorted again and stood up. She stood between the still confused angel and the fire. Her wings flared making her look even more intimidating. Her eyes burned into Pit's. Pit swallowed hard and pushed slightly away from her.

"Has Palutena ever told you what the gods did long time ago?"

"N-No?"

Her feathers ruffled in anger: "Of course she hasn't." Her voice was nothing more than a quiet growling before she lifted it again: "And have you ever asked yourself why the gods don't come in direct contact with the humans?" Pit looked away. It is true. Neither Palutena nor Viridi – even though that was obvious – nor any other god had ever talked to any human directly. "Well, no." Pit felt uneasy under the powerful, yellow gaze: "What is this about, Jespa? What could have the gods done to-" Jespa lifted a talon to silence him. Nerolia sighed, took her empty bowl and put it onto her table. Her ears were pushed against her skull as if she didn't want to hear. "You see, Pit, a long time ago the gods had a strong connection to their subjects. A very strong connection. Many gods even had a certain type of... Fun with the humans. However when the gods saw what that fun brought them, they abandoned both the humans and the creatures they had created. Some of those creatures were even kicked out of Skyworld because they were a constant reminder of the gods dirty desires." Pit listened but couldn't believe what it was he heard. "Gods are to be perfect and shouldn't have fallen victim of those desires in the first place. And to not fall to them again, so they trapped us on the world." Pit looked down at his hands: "But... I am..." His voice fell. He trembled. Gods would never to that! They would never abandon somebody because of their own mistakes! But the words refused to leave his mouth. "The angels were a being made out of pure light not because of the connection between gods and humans. That's why you are allowed to live in Skyworld." She shook her head. Pit growled under his breath and stared up at her with fury: "You're lying! Lady Palutena wouldn't never do that!" He ignored the pain running through his body.

He turned towards Nerolia but she didn't return the look. "This story is passed down from our ancestors and being told to the smallest hatchlings of my kind." Jespa hissed, her voice cutting his ears like a sword. Pit jumped to his legs ready to fight but Nerolia quickly stepped between the two: "That is enough!" One of her front hooves stomped down loudly on the ground: "Calm down, both of you!" She turned towards Pit, her eyes were filled with sorrow: "I am sorry, Pit, it is true but," she turned to Jespa: "Those are the old days. Over thousand years went by." Jespa snorted but Nerolia kept going: "Calm down, Jespa. We are not suffering, are we?" The harpy growled under her breath and stomped away to the door. Pit looked after her with slitted eyes. The two – Nerolia and Pit – stood there until they heard Jespa fly off. Pit looked up at the centaur but said nothing. Nerolia took a deep breath: "We should go to sleep. If you want to be home tomorrow, you should get some sleep first." She took a small bucket with water to draw the flames who died with a loud hiss. Pit watched her but his mind was far away.

Did Lady Palutena do that too? Did Lady Palutena abandoned someone too? No! What was he thinking? She would never ever do something as cruel as that! Not now, not ever! The angel laid down on the hay-bed. But then... Why had she been lying to him about centaurs and harpies and all that other stuff? Did she simply not know about them? No, not with her All-Seeing-Eye... His mind started to hurt from all that thinking. He made a plan to ask Lady Palutena as soon as he was back in Skyworld. Then he turned on his side and closed his eyes in an effort to fall asleep.