Last chapter (sniff, sniff). But it is long, probably longest chapter I've ever made, so no matter how dang bored you are, read to the freaking bottom! It is the most intense chapter I've ever made, out of all four fanfic stories on here, so start reading!
Something was wrong. It had been vague and almost completely unnoticeable for the first three minutes, but now it was clear to Pit. Something was very, very wrong. He hadn't been expecting it, because it hadn't happened on his chariot ride with Nochaya. What was happening?
The angel's mouth gasped for air, trying to find oxygen at this high altitude. His lungs heaved uselessly, he was going to faint. Not only that, but the cold had been trickling in, and icicles were forming on his sandles. The cold pierced through what clothing Pit wore, a greek toga and laced sandles, and his exposed skin was crawling with goosebumps, making his legs and arms look almost inhuman. A pressure was building against him from all sides, making the oxygen problem even worse.
"L-Luna!" he gasped, his voice hoarse and cracked. She did not turn around, the el fuego hadn't heard him. Pit didn't want to yell again, for the fear that his voice would completely leave him.
What... is... happening? The angel's thoughts swirled like a whirlpool in his mind, taking a lot of time, too much time, to form a simple question. He could barely grasp the concept that he might as well be dying up in this cold night air, dying before he had gotten halfway to his beautiful Nochaya. Pit began to slump to the ground, his consciousness slowly fading, blackening his view bit by bit.
Pit. A single whistling word wound it's way through the tired angel's mind, urging him to get up. It was the same voice that had told him to call the dogs, the voice that was helping him get through with his task. Pit, get the cloak! The cloak will help you!
What... cloak? He thought uselessly. What was she talking about? A memory came into blurry, vague focus.
"Put this on, Pit," Nochaya told him, handing Pit a dark black cloak.
The angel pushed himself onto his legs, but almost immediately fell over. Every part of him felt like jelly, lurching and unstable. Doing his best to steady himself (and it wasn't easy, I'll tell you that much), Pit's eyes roamed the chariot, and they caught on a small, unmoving black shape in the corner. That must be it. He took a wobbly step forward, gasping for air. Then another step. Then another.
Pit's hand found the soft cloth of the cloak, and he grabbed it, slowly pulling it towards himself. Yes! He thought. Now that he had the cloak, he could survive this. He was doing something right, for once.
Whoosh! An icy wind screamed at the angel, making the cold even worse. But that wasn't a problem, it was just wind.
But, wind can rip things out of your hands, no matter how hard you hold on to them.
If they were strong enough.
Which it was.
Pit screamed in horror (But it came out more like a squeak, do to his hoarse throat and lack of good air) as he watched the cloak slip from his hand and go off the edge of the chariot, a billowing black ghost in the wind that had stolen his last chance of survival, the last thing he could hold on to to make this mission go right.
"Lu...Luna" He tried one more time, but she didn't hear him. "Osc... Oscur... Oscurridad?" The other el fuego couldn't even sense his weak calls. There was no hope left. The angel had no more options. He couldn't land. He had lost the cloak to a wind that sounded mysteriously like Ama's voice. The el fuego couldn't hear his weak efforts for someone to help him. It would all be over soon.
I'm sorry Nochaya. He thought, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. They froze quickly into ice, falling and breaking on the chariot floor. Just... Just like when I saw her cry. The angel smiled at the memory as he felt his toes and fingers go numb. The blackness was coming in, rolling in front of his eyes like a cloud.
Goodbye, my goddess. More tears. I'm sorry I could not save you. Maybe this is what Ama meant, "He will back out in his darkest hour". I don't think I am backing out of anything, but it is my darkest, absolute darkest hour, and I don't think I will live. I'm sorry, my angel. I'm so sorry, my angel of the night. I will miss you, Nochaya. With every feather in my wings, with every drop of blood that runs through my vains. I love you and I'll miss you with all my heart. Pit was dying. He was leaving all his friends back in Smash, but he didn't care right now. He was pleading to his goddess, trying to make her hear his goodbyes before the last stanza of the countdown was said. Nochaya would never know that he hadn't meant the mean words he had spoke, would never know that Pit truly loved her.
Help...me. He thought, hoping someone, anyone would hear. Help me. Help her. Help me. Help her. It became a chant, echoing through Pit's mind as the last of the light faded from his view. Nothing could save him now.
The last thing Pit saw was a wave of golden light, a slender, beautiful hand reaching for him, but they were both quickly devoured by darkness. A horse whinnied, and Pit fell into unconsciousness, never to see the light again.
~o.O.o~
Goodbye Pit. We are all sorry you could not save your precious Nochaya. You were a great angel with a heart of nothing but happiness, not a drop of evil or black. You were a great friend to everyone in Smash, and they will remember you forever. You were an amazing fighter, a worthy opponent to the greatest-
aww, what the hay-who am I kidding? We can't have obituaries in a perfectly good fanfiction story now, can we? Pit's my favorite character, and there is no way, ho-zay that I'm letting that cute little angel dude die, you hear that?
Okay.
Back to the story.
~o.O.o~
"Heal the body,
Find its glow
Place each breath
Where it should go"
A deep, musical melody wound its way into the tired angel's mind. His eyelids flickered, and a golden blur was seen through his sleepy eyes.
"Erase the scars
Of battle's wrath,
Lay the life
On its rightful path"
Pit blinked again, more rapidly this time. What was going on? He was... He was alive! Alive and okay, but how? No one had come...
Wait.
Someone did. A vague memory floated around in the angel's mind. A golden light, a hand reaching for him... Who had saved him? Pit tried to sit up, trying to take in more of his surroundings, but a hand, gentle yet firm, laid him back down.
"Mend the bone
That broke in war
Fix the break
Down to the core.
Regain the sight,
That left the eyes
Banish the black,
And blindness's lies."
As if by magic, the blurs and blacks in Pit's sight vanished. He could see! He was in a small, white room. It was very simple, no pictures on the walls, no elegant paintings, just white walls and floor. The angel was sitting on a bed with -yes, white- sheets. A young, beautiful woman was singing, with a pure, whistling voice that could make the noisiest birds fall quiet.
Her hair was super, super long, golden at the top, and as it went down, it went from gold to red to black, like the sunset. In her hair was a tiara with a silver star on it. Her skin was smooth and slightly tan. Large, tawny wings sprouted from her back; she was another angel like Ama and Nochaya and Pit. Her clothes were few, and she looked like an amazon warrior with a cut-off (sleeveless, like a bikini) brown and red leather top, and the same short shorts. She was very beautiful, not just her appearance, but her voice as well.
"Who... are..." Pit couldn't finish his sentence; his voice was so cracked and dry that he felt like he had been eating sand all day. The girl smiled at him, a beautiful smile, and spoke another string of healing words in the same tone as before.
"Bring back the voice
That escaped your lips,
Your spirit's sound
Break from Ama's grip,"
All of a sudden, Pit felt his mouth feel moist and alive. She had given back his voice. She had healed him. Now who was she?
"Who are you?" The angel asked. The girl smiled.
"Can you guess?"
"No,"
"I helped remind you of what you had to do,"
Pit stared, not understanding what she meant. Then he remembered. She was the one who had been speaking in his head, guiding him with what to do. But what did that tell him? That the angel girl was a mind-reader/thought thrower? So what?
Nochaya was one too. The girl's voice echoed through his tired brain.
Yeah, so?
We are similar in more than one way, Pit. Now can you guess?
"You're a goddess, too," The answer was so quick to his tongue that Pit was almost surprised at himself.
"Which one?"
Pit thought, but the answer came quick again. There was only one goddess from Nochaya's mythology that he hadn't met yet, and this had to be her.
"You are Craya, goddess of the Twilight and Sunset," He said, earning a smile from Craya. Her smiles were nice, really pretty.
"Craya or Crepusculo, whichever suits you," She said, shrugging. Pit nodded, and then the question from before came back to him.
"Why am I not dead?" She laughed at this, and even he had to admit, it was a funny question. Craya smiled, and replied quickly.
"I saved you from the chariot after Ama had gotten rid of your cloak," She said.
"Ama?" He asked.
"She sent that wind to get rid of it," Craya explained.
"Why didn't she want me to come? The prophecy/curse/thing said I would back out from saving Nochaya," Pit asked, and he felt he needed an explanation. If he was going to decide not to try and save Nochaya, why did Ama bother trying to kill him? It didn't make sense.
Craya looked troubled, and turned her head away.
"You are supposed to figure that out, Pit," She told him. "I am not allowed to interfere in any of Ama's prophecies. In fact, I'm only allowed to help with Nochaya's, and then only if she lets me. I am very sorry, but you have to figure that out yourself," Pit nodded, understanding. It made sense that he was to figure it out.
Maybe I can just charge in and fight for her. He thought. Maybe I can just, deny the prophecy.
Craya shook her head, reminding Pit that she could read minds, too.
"No one can deny a prophecy, Pit. Especially one of Ama's. She knows how to make them so strong, no one can deny them. Not even a bit. I've tried too many times." She showed him a part of her arm that was riddled with scars and scratches. But Pit had his mind set.
"Then I will be the first," he told the twilight goddess. She smiled at the angel, as if pitying him. Standing up, she began to leave the room.
"Wait!" Pit cried out. Craya turned, piercing him with amber eyes. "How long have I been out?"
"Two days," She replied slowly, and when she saw Pit's shocked face, she quickly added, "But Nochaya hasn't died yet. Ama is getting angry, mad that she won't repeat the last few stanzas. Sole has taken care of the day and night, so you don't have to worry about that. Oh, and breakfast will be with you in a second," Pit's stomach growled angrily, making him actually get the idea that he hadn't eaten in two days.
Craya turned and left the room, leaving Pit to think (without someone reading every thought that passed through his head). How am I going to do this? He thought. Craya obviously isn't going to let me go and save her, for fear of me getting hurt and trying to rewrite a prophecy, so what am I going to do? Maybe-
But his thoughts were interrupted as the door opened and a large, dry wind swept in as a boy, about the same age as Pit, walked in. He wore a red and black T-shirt and black cargos, looking like a reguar human mortal. And, by he looks of it, he was just that. Why would a goddess have a human work for her? Pit wondered. It didn't make a lot of sense.
"Hey, Pit!" The boy said. He was carrying a silver tray, which looked downright odd on with his laid-back attire, and he set it down on the table next to the bed.
"Hey, man!" The angel said, and they gave each other high-fives. It had felt like the right thing to do, greet one another as if they were old friends. Pit didn't know why, but he felt he had met this person before. He hadn't, of course, but there was something about him...
"What's your name?" Pit asked.
"Dude, can you guess?"
"You sound like Craya when you say that."
"Can you guess why?"
"No"
"Buddy, I'm Oeste (Oh-es-tay), the West wind, married to the goddess of the Twilight chic, Crepusculo. Talk about lucky!" He said, giving a good-natured smile.
Indeed, he was a god, but unlike the goddesses, he looked so, so normal. Almost like a human. There was no strange clothing, no special powers (except blowing wind from the west, but that was obvious), and not many great weapons (But Pit hadn't seen everything...yet)He did have wings, which had been folded behind his back when he had first entered, but other than that, Oeste seemed like normal dude. Oh, and his name was kind of abnormal, it meant 'West', but a name means almost nothing.
"You'd better start eatin', man," Oeste told him. Before Pit looked at the food, he told the god his plan, hoping that he would understand.
"I want to interfere with a prophecy. To save Nochaya," Pit said. Oeste's eyes widened.
"Dude, that kind of stuff is serious. Man, don't tell Craya anything about what I said and am going to say to you, got it?" The god said in a low voice. Pit nodded, and Oeste got closer, almost whispering.
"Okay, for starters, do you have, you know, feelings for that Nochaya chic?" He asked. The white angel was about to shake his head, going, 'no way', but that would have been lying. Besides, he did love Nochaya, and lying to a god would be a bad thing.
"Uhhh... Yes."
"Dude, that rocks. Anyway, with that settled, you got to be a great thinker for this thing, okay?"
"Got it,"
"Okay, you see, dude, the thing about prophecies is that they are sometimes, and a lot of times very literal. I study this sort of thing, so I know what I'm talking about. You have to find a loophole in them to actually interfere. Actually, don't try to interfere. Get this sort of sense that you are going to save her, do it, and then somehow, along those routes, you're goin' to deny the prophecy to Ama, but in the literal way, you haven't done a thing," Pit blinked, barely understanding any of what Oeste just said.
"Uhhh... Yo hablar en ingles?" He said, and Oeste laughed.
"Buddy, what I'm trying to say is, go get her! I know where those sick awesome el fuego are kept, and I'll get your chariot ready. Meanwhile, eat that food!" He laughed, energy rising in his voice.
"So you're just going to let me go?" Pit asked, surprised and hopeful. "Isn't Craya going to be mad?"
"Ohh, she is going to whip my butt to Pizza Hut and back, but I don't care," Oeste told him. "Pizza Hut is getting used to seeing me now, anyway." They both laughed.
"All right, I'm going to get those scorpian dogs, and remember, eat that food!" Oeste said, rushing out the door.
Pit smiled, filled with new hope and happiness. Doing what the god had said, he reached for the silver plate, and a delicious smell wafted towards him, making his stomach growl. Belgian waffles with bacon were sitting like a diamond on the plate.
Heaven in a dish. Pit thought happily as he wolfed down the food. They say, 'Food for the gods', but omg, they have no freaking idea. After he was finished, Pit got out of the bed to pace the room, stretching out his stiff muscles. A minute later, Oeste came back in.
"Dude, their ready!" He said, grabbing Pit's wrist. In a flash, they were racing through the door and to wherever the el fuego were. It was super speed, like what Nochaya could do, but everything was flashing by at a sickening pace, not like when everyone else seemed to be in slow motion or frozen, just a blur.
It was over in less than a second. They were standing on a cloud, like on Skyworld, but behind them was the giant amber and bronze temple, the temple of the Twilight.
"You okay?" Oeste asked a wobbly Pit. The angel steadied himself on his jelly legs, trying to keep what food he had eaten in his stomach.
"I'm fine," He told the god. In a few seconds he was standing straight, not worried about falling over.
"Okay, dude. You did better than most for speed-travel-"
"I've done it before," Pit interrupted. Oeste stared at him. "Nochaya did it, but in kind of a different way," Oeste was looking at the angel in shock.
"What?" Pit asked, completely bemused.
"What else has the night goddess done with you?" Oeste asked. "Like, anything... big?" Pit thought for a moment, but then the answer came to him. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it sooner, it was so obvious.
"She took me for a ride in her chariot," Pit said modestly. Oeste's jaw dropped a foot.
"Do you know what that means?" The West wind asked, gaping at him. Pit shrugged.
"It just seemed like an act of kindness-"
"Dude!" Oeste almost shouted, interrupting a very surprised and shocked Pit. "What do you mean, 'an act of kindness'?" He calmed himself, and then spoke in a more even tone.
"Listen Pit. Gods and Goddesses don't just take you for a chariot ride as an 'act of kindness'. Are you kidding me? They only do that if they are, like," he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Totally and completely in love with you."
Pit gasped, and Oeste nodded.
"Do you like that night chic?" he asked.
"Yeah" Pit answered.
"Then oh my god I can't believe she hasn't made out with you yet," He said. "Has she?"
"No,"
"Then get a move on, Romeo. Juliet is captured by an evil queen, and she needs her loved one to come get her!" Oeste said, smiling as he pushed Pit to where the el fuego were, already tethered to the chariot.
Pit stepped onto the chariot of bone, and Oeste smiled. Suddenly, as if remembering something, his expression changed.
"Oh, don't forget this, dude," He said, handing Pit a cloak.
"How did you-"
"Craya has all sorts of these magic items in a cabinet, she doesn't use or need them" Oeste explained. "If one protection cloak goes missing, no one will know,"
Pit smiled and draped the black cloak around his shoulders. "Thank you so much for your help, Oeste,"
"Dude, it's the least I can do. If anyone is getting lectured by Craya, then it is my job to help them out of it. Seriously, if there's one thing I hate about my girl, it's her lectures. Talk about overprotective," The West Wind told him. "Anyway, buenos suertes! Oh wait, english. Good luck, dude! Have fun shattering prophecies!"
Pit smiled, and called for the el fuego to start flying. The chariot lurched forward, sending up a spray of mist from the cloud like dust from the ground.
"Remember Pit!" Oeste shouted. The wind picked up around him and swirled up mist. His voice echoed against the palace walls. "Every flaw is a loophole! There is more than one way to save Nochaya! The prophecy can-"
But the rest of his words were drowned out by the roar of the wind, leaving Pit to ponder his words. The wind ripped at Pit, threatening to pull the cloak off his back (along with about six inches of skin) Luna yowled, a horrifying sound, making Pit shiver. Oscurridad did the same, howling to the wind, and in an instant it faded away.
The Easssst wind, Essssto, wasss trying to dissssposssse of you. Oscurridad's growling, throaty voise hissed in Pit's mind.
Thank you. He thought hard, unable to speak for a moment. He rubbed his throat, where the cord on the cloak had left deep red lines in its attempt to fly off his neck.
"Where is Nochaya?" Pit wondered aloud.
We will lead you there. Luna told him. The angel smiled at the el fuego; he never would have been able to make it through this mission without them. And then there was Oeste, who was so kind and willing to help him, so laid-back and relaxed, as if he had no care in the world. Pit had no way to thank him, no way to make him see how much it meant to help him get his beautiful goddess back to him.
And then there was what he had said. Not just the 'Every flaw is a loophole! There is more than one way to save Nochaya!' phrase, but the 'Goddesses don't just give out chariot rides as an "act of kindness'' ' phrase. So, Nochaya really liked him. Until now, Pit hadn't really thought of the things she had done for him as much. But now he saw.
The chariot ride.
The speed travel.
Fighting with him.
Even when she had almost killed Ganondorf, she was doing it to try and make her angel happy. Almost everything she had done for him was an act of love. Why hadn't Pit seen this before? (No, really, why didn't I make him see that? I'm kind of an idiot) It had been so obvious.
And looked where I got her. Pit thought miserably. Trapped, about to die, and I can't save her. But that made him think of Oeste's other words.
"Every flaw is a loophole! There is more than one way to save Nochaya!"
Every flaw is a loophole. A flaw, a mistake, was a loophole. What did that mean? A flaw. Loophole. Flaw.
Fatal flaw.
Pit didn't know his fatal flaw, so that didn't make much sense. But he knew Nochaya's.
"I cannot fight alone"
And that was why he was her protector. To fight by her side.
But it didn't make sense.
Flashback (chapter 7)
Nochaya rushed at him, beginning to spin and slash her black blades. Pit blocked each one with unexpected ease, much to their surprise.
"You are... so strong,"
Flashback end (yes, very short flashback)
Pit remembered the battle clearly. He, Lucas, and Ness had all fought against Nochaya alone. She had won (sort of). If she could not fight alone, how did she win with not a single player in alliance with her?
Pit did not understand how this was a loophole, but he was on to something. Was it not her fatal flaw? No. Palutena had told her this, and Palutena would never lie to another goddess, even if they were from different mythologies. So it was her fatal flaw. Yet it still made no sense.
"The thing about prophecies is that they are sometimes and a lot of times very literal" Oeste's voice replayed in Pit's head. Was Nochaya's fatal flaw a prophecy? No, but Oeste's line and it all were connected in some way.
We are here, angel Pit. Luna told him. Pit, who had been lost in thought this entire time, suddenly found himself face to face with the temple of the sun goddess, the temple of Sole. It was very grand, definately made for a goddess. Gleaming gold walls formed a sort of castle-like structure, but only one large flag instead of millions of small ones stood in the center, billowing the golden crest of the sun against purple fabric, never to lose Suro's wind, the thing that kept it flapping.
"Stop at the drawbridge," Pit commanded. Yes, there was a drawbridge; Sole loved medieval castles and their designs.
When the chariot was parked, Pit removed the tethers from the el fuego and let them roam around the castle outdoors, ready to come to his aid if needed.
Inside the castle really was like entering medieval times. Battle axes, swords, tapestries, and millions of other things lined the blue stone walls that Pit walked through. He could sense Nochaya, trapped and helpless, chained to a stone wall.
"She is in the dungeons," He told himself. The angel went to look for the nearest staircase, any sort of way into the depths of the castle. Apparently, there were dungeons too.
After spotting stairs, Pit literally flew down them, going as fast as possible to get to his goddess. She was getting closer, he could almost feel her, like a radar.
"EEEEYYAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" A bloodcurdling scream echoed from the stone walls, Nochaya was in pain. Great pain. Fear coursed through Pit's veins as he heard her scream. Amanecer was torchering his love, his beautiful goddess of the night.
"I'm coming Nochaya!" He yelled. "Please, o goddess, hold on!" Pit flew even faster, literally running on the wall, trying to gain speed. Man, if he had any godly power right now, he would wish for super speed.
"Nochaya!" He yelled as he fell, not that heroically, onto the dirty dungeon floor. Nochaya was chained to a wall, looking pained and close to death. Blood was dripping from several cuts on her arms, face, and legs. But she was a goddess. She couldn't die.
Not unless her powers left her.
"Pit! No!" She screeched. "You've triggered the last -" But she stopped as a wave of spasms rolled over her, making the night goddess seize up and scream. Rivers of frozen tears my her sad green eyes spilled and cracked on the dusty stone floor. Nochaya's eyes began to grow lighter, and Pit realized what was happening. Him coming here had activated the last verse of the poem, the final numbers in the countdown. It made sense now. Every time something from the poem showed up in reality, she would repeat that verse. Why was he so stupid?
Amanecer was smiling evilly in the corner of the room, two knives in her hand, laughing like maniac. Her eyes were wide and her wings were spread out, white and haunting in the dim torchlight. Her pale, slender hands were dressed in blood. Nochaya's blood.
Quickly, Pit began to think. He needed to figure out what everything meant, and fast!
"I'm evil and black"
Nochaya had begun the chant, straining with every cell in her mind to stop talking. Ama's laugh grew louder, echoing off the stone walls.
Memories, thoughts, flashbacks, anything was racing through Pit's mind.
"I cannot fight alone."
There is more than one way to save Nochaya.
Every flaw is a loophole.
I cannot fight alone.
Sometimes, and a lot of times, prophecies are very literal.
Nochaya can fight alone.
Her fatal flaw isn't hers.
I cannot fight alone.
That's not Nochaya's voice.
I cannot fight alone.
That's not her speaking.
"The one in the dark!"
Nochaya screamed, thrashing against the magic chains that held her in one place. Her face was contorted in rage, confusion, sadness, and twisted anger, malice in her glowing eyes.
Nochaya can fight alone.
She's not the one talking.
Nochaya can fight alone.
But Ama can't.
Pit didn't know why he thought of this, but somehow, he knew it was true. Nochaya could fight alone. Amanecer couldn't. Nochaya hadn't been the one talking when she said that. It had been Ama, calling for help, through other people's minds and voices, spreading her call for help.
She didn't need to. That was strangely true as well.
"Ama!" Pit screamed. The Dawn goddess turned to him. "You are making a mistake!"
"Scared to enter the fray?" She taunted, smile growing wider, spiltting her face. "Scared of a prophecy?"
No. Pit wasn't scared. Because he understood now. Ama was making a mistake. Pit was trying to warn the Dawn goddess.
"As the night goddess should!"
Nochaya shreiked.
"But remember Pit!"
She was looking directly at him now, pleading in her eyes. She was trying to tell him how sorry she was. For hurting him, Ganondorf, and everyone.
"Along with the bad,
I'm also very, very good"
There was a blinding flash of light, but Pit sheilded his eyes. Nochaya was lying on the floor, a simple angel. No powers, no mind reading, no godly strength to keep her invulnerable to attack. Nochaya was mortal. Amanecer laughed so loud that the two other angels covered their ears.
"Ama!" Pit yelled again, but she didn't turn around, she just strode towrds the weak girl. "For your own good, don't-" But he stopped. This was the prophecy. He wasn't going to try and save Nochaya. She didn't need it. He was backing out. And he didn't care.
The Dawn goddess raised a black knife and the other angels watched it glint evilly in the torchlight. The lights flickered and blew out, the only light coming from the glowing Ama, who smiled wider as she repeated the curse, taunting Pit.
"You're angel will try
To save your power.
But will back out,
In his darkest hour,"
"Oh, boohoohoo," She said, and then laughed. "Goodbye, Nochaya! Look at the goddess of the night! Whose so evil and powerful now, hmmm? Look at the girl who used to sit through an entire curse without blinking cower at my glare! Not so great now, are we?" Nochaya was curled up in a ball, whimpering.
"SIT UP!" Ama yelled, twisting her hand in a strange way. The night goddess shrieked as invisible threads pulled her arms and legs out in an X, as if she was doing a midair, frozen jumping jack. Pit hated hearing her scream, it sent pangs of sadness into his heart. It was all he could do from leaping in and helping her out. But the nigth goddess would be fine.
Once again, the evil knife was raised. But Pit understood now. Ama had someone fighting by her side, every second of her life, and she wouldn't know it until now. This person kept her alive every passing moment, and deep down, no one could kill that person.
The blade began to drop. It would not miss its mark.
You can't have the Dawn... Pit thought, almost smiling to himself.
The black knife swung down.
Without the Night.
It happened in slow-motion. The blade was heading straight for struggling Nochaya's heart, deadly accurate. And I mean deadly. There was no way that she could miss, it was on the arrow straight path to her death, where no godly blood could save her.
But, about two inches from Nochaya's breast...
The knife
turned
in
Ama's
hand
and
hit
"AAAAAHHH!" Ama cried as her own knife embedded itself in her stomach. Nochaya's face went from scared and sad to surprised, and, Pit was glad to see it, that little bit of mischeif that could only belong to the goddess who would play tricks on other goddesses, the only hint of playful evilness that would appear on the face of a girl that could sit through curses without blinking, the mischeif that only belonged to Nochaya. Even in mortal form, a bit of the goddess was still placed in her heart.
"What did you-?" Ama shouted, healing the wound quickly, because, well, she was a goddess. Her face was dashed with confusion and anger, not understanding how her blade had missed.
She raised the knife. Fear flashed across Nochaya's face, thinking that it might have just been an accident that her live was saved. But Pit smiled at her, mouthing, "It's all right" and she nodded, getting the message.
It was obvious now. If the night was gone, then not only would the earth boil and inhabitants die, then some goddesses wouldn't have a job to do. Only Sole would be riding around in the skies; Craya and Ama would be without any purpose. They would be destroyed, forgotten, turning to sand on the desert ground. Ama didn't know what was going to happen to her if she killed Nochaya, and her conscience wouldn't let her do it.
The knife blade dropped.
"AAAHHH!" Once again, a direct swing but no direct hit. Ama screamed with anger and began trying to slash (a now smiling) Nochaya.
Slash 1. Nothing.
Slash 2. Nada.
Slash 3. Nope.
Slash 4. No chz.
Slash 5. Not a dickibird.
You get the point.
"YOU DID THIS, DIDN'T YOU, YOU WINGED IDIOT?" She yelled at him, literally making the walls and floor vibrate. Pit was feeling rather triumphan today, so he kept his cool. Actually, he did more than keep his cool. He spread it around.
"Winged idiot?" Pit asked, icily smooth. "If I'm the winged idiot, then look whose the featherbrain." Nochaya gave him a thumbs up, loving the comeback. Ama turned purple.
"Listen, Amanecer," Pit said, using her full name. "You threw all this upon yourself. You can't fight alone," Ama looked a him, anger and curiosity in her face and voice.
"How did you know that?" She demanded, whispering. "How. Did. You. Know. That?" She hissed, punctuating every word. Pit pointed to Nochaya. Ama walked slowly towards her, knife ready, but remembered the last few incidents and didn't swing.
"What do you mean, Nochaya told you?" Ama asked, turning back to the angel.
"Your conscience, calling across galaxies for help, speaking out of the voices of all different people, trying to get someone who will listen. Somehow, you got stuck sending your voice out of Nochaya, another goddess, and for a while, I thought she was talking about herself. She believed that too, didn't you?" He asked the night... mortal. (I guess she can't be called a goddess until she is returned her invincibility and immortality). She nodded quickly.
"Anyway, you were wasting your time," Pit continued. "Because there is someone helping you through everything. For crying out loud, she keeps you alive every second of your life, girl!"
"Who?" She asked.
"You hate her more than anything,"
Ama's jaw dropped as she looked at Nochaya. Nochaya looked a little confused, but soon caught up.
"If there was no night, then there would be no reason for the dawn to begin the day," Pit said. "There would be no reason Twilight to begin the night. You two would be without purpose, you would die,"
Ama gasped.
"And that's why you can't kill her," He continued. "Your conscience would never let you destroy yourself,"
The white angel and the black one told the dawn everything. What they had been through, what they had figured out (actually, Pit told that sort of stuff, since he did the most figuring out. Of anything, really), just, everything. Little by little, The dawn's face became more understanding and kind than evil and ruthless. When Pit had told them about Oeste, about what he had said about Nochaya being in love with him, Nochaya turned red and Ama laughed. Not evilly either, but in a happy, joking way.
At the end of the story, The dawn goddess did something completely unexpected. She hugged Pit, a warm, happy hug.
"I'm sorry," She told them both when she let the white angel go. "I was an idiot,"
"Yeah, you were," Nochaya said. Ama smacked her, and Pit rushed between them to rid of fighting.
"We still hate each other," Nochaya told the angel. "Not even you can change that,"
"Shake hands" Pit told them. The goddess and the mortal did. "Now Ama," he said. "Give back Nochaya's godly powers and whatever. Every last one. Do not leave a single skill out, you hear that?" Ama gave a menacing growl at Pit and Nochaya, and carefully placed her hands on the black angel's head, murmering a few unintelligible words. Nochaya's body was surrounded by a black aura, she was becoming the goddess of the night once more. Her face became younger and sweeter, her eyes gained back their sparkling stars. She was the goddess of the night, the one who drove the moon across the galaxy, signaling day's end and night's begin.
Crack! She broke the chains that held her captive. "Wow, those hurt." she said. "Ama, though I am angry that you captured me and tried to kill me," The dawn goddess whistled innocently. "I am thankful that you understood, and you also gave me a great poem to put in, you know, The Book." Ama gave a look at Pit, but nodded. The white angel realized that The Book was probably some super secret goddess stuff, so he didn't ask about it.
"Pit, you need to go home now. And, the night needs to take her rightful place in the sky," Nochaya said, taking his hand. "It's time to go,"
Pit was happy. His beautiful Nochaya had been saved from certain death. He had unraveled a prophecy, a fatal flaw, and all that other stuff. He had met goddesses from a different mythology, some kind, some evil, some overprotective, and one he hadn't met yet. Pit had literally saved the world from boiling over. And, the goddess he loved, loved him back. Maybe even more.
"Nochaya?" Pit said. She turned, her white hair swishing, now having it's natural glow.
"Hmm?"
"I love you," He said. She smiled.
"I love you too, my angel. I love you too," Nochaya said, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Pit smiled, but went for her lips.
Her kiss was sweet and cool, and it tasted like cherries. It was so passionate and free, neither angel wanted it to end. Pit moved his hands down to her thin waist, hugging the beautiful girl closer.
Nochaya's POV (Finally)
I loved this angel. He was my life, my love, the thing that completed my empty life. Everything about him, his soft eyes, his sweet smile. He was so strong, a great fighter. He was even smarter than me, for he could figure out the prophecy/curse of Amanecer before I even had a clue about what was going on.
And now, kissing him, running my hands through his hair, I didn't need to read his mind to know that he loved me back, and will love me forever and ever. He thought I was perfect. I thought he was flawless. We, yin and yang, white and black, light and dark, we will never stop forgetting one another.
Which is why I am sorry that I'll have to leave him.
The last chapter. Sniff, sniff.
But wait! There's more! There will be an epilogue explaining all this, but you don't have to read it unless you want to know about other secrets. We all love secrets, right? Of course. I know you too well.
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