Okay, now it really is the last chapter. We finally saw stuff from Nochaya's point of view, and we learned that she is going to have to leave. Like, 'never-see-Pit-again' kind of leave. But do we know why? No we don't people, and that's why I wrote this epilogue! Anyway, so not only is this the last and final chapter, it's the one where Nochaya leaves, so that's TWO things to cry about. Oh well.

Epilogue

"Pit, it's time to go home now," Nochaya said, walking over to the chariot with a sullen look on her face. The white angel couldn't understand her unhappiness. What could be wrong? He had just saved her from an evil goddess, confessed his love for her, and then they freaking kissed! He didn't understand what could be bothering her, he really couldn't.

Pit walked onto the moon white chariot as Nochaya called for her dogs to start flying. The white angel quickly pulled the black protection cloak over his head, prepared not to make the same mistake twice. Nochaya nodded, glad he remembered.

"Luna tells me you were good on my chariot," She said, her old smile returning to it's rightful place. Pit smiled back, basking in her praise. Maybe he had just imagined that sullen look, because Nochaya seemed to be her regular happy self now.

"Thank you," Pit said.

It was the end of a long, long day. They watched as Craya rode by on one of her horses, it's tail painting the beautiful colors of sunset. The stunning golds, the rich reds, the softest pinks and the deepest of indigos, all swirling above the sun, signaling day's end, and night's begin. It was Nochaya's time, where her powers were strongest, her chariot the most bright, and her face at it's youngest point, at it's most beautiful. It was the most magical moment in history. The night: Mysterious, beautiful, enchanting, forbidding, dark, mystical, amazing. Nochaya was every one of those. Everything about her was so special and sacred to Pit, he didn't want to ever let her go.

My goddess is Palutena, goddess of the Light, Pit thought. Yet I have fallen in love with the goddess of the night. Ironic. Nochaya nodded, once again hearing his thoughts.

"It is," She said.

They continued the night journey in silence, each angel thinking about something. The constellations came to life, roaring or hissing or whatever, lightening the indigo sky. It was beautiful, but Pit couldn't feel happy at the moment. He could sense something was wrong with Nochaya. An aura of sadness was coming off her in waves, and the white angel couldn't understand why.

"Nochaya?" He asked, his voice pricked with nervousness. She turned to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?"

The black angel said nothing for a moment, but then cleared her throat.

"I cannot lie to you, my angel. No, I am not okay,"

"Why?" Pit asked. The second the words left the safety of his mouth, he wished he hadn't spoken them, because tears soon fell like hail from the night goddess's sparkling eyes.

"Sorry!" He said quickly. "I'm sorry! You don't have to tell me, okay? I don't need to know," But Nochaya gave him a hard look.

"No Pit. Out of all the people in the world, you are the one who absolutely has to know this,"

"Why?"

Nochaya almost went into another round of tears. "Because I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, but Pit, I'll have to leave. I'll have to leave you-" her voice cracked. "forever," It hit Pit like a wall of bricks. She wouldn't be coming back.

"Why?" He almost shouted. Nochaya sighed.

"Because of Invierna (in-vee-ayr-nah)" She told him. Pit didn't understand for a moment, until he translated the name. Invierna, or Invierno; Winter. The child of Nochaya. "But you said you weren't-" He began.

"But I am now," The night goddess interrupted.

When did that hap- Pit thought. Oh my god. Does that mean-?

"Whose the father?" He asked. Nochaya was silent. "Who. Is. The. Father?" He demanded, drilling each word into the ground. Nochaya began to cry, tears breaking into tiny pieces of ice on the floor of the chariot.

"You are, my angel." She said. "You are the father." Anger bubbled up to a point in Pit's head where he couldn't even speak full sentences (and, since this is rated k+, let's all be glad they are not full sentences).

"You did-? I didn't know? How could you-? In the middle of the night? I was asleep! You thought you could-? Why did you-? What's your problem?" He raged like that for a bit, so angry at her for not telling him. (Ugh, why did I make Nochaya so sick-minded?) Pit punched the air, kicked the side of the chariot (and then jumped around a bit on one foot, holding his toe, swearing at both Nochaya and that stupid chariot) and did a bunch of things to drain his anger. When he was done, the night goddess took his hands, plead and guilt echoing in her timeless face.

"I'm so sorry, Pit. Forgive me; I wanted to tell you, I truly did. But if anyone found out, even if it was just a mortal, it would put you and me in unimaginable danger. You are simply an angel, Pit. You are much more to me than to any other goddess, and they would shoot you down without blinking, especially Ama. Trust me, my angel. Please, please trust that this was for your own safety," Nochaya was on her knees now, begging with Pit. He couldn't stand to see her like this, whether he had hated her or ot.

"I understand, Nochaya," He told her, bringing the night goddess to rise. "But why did you do that? Just tell me why." Nochaya sighed.

"Simply, I did it because I loved you," She said. "Love, for a goddess like me, or any other immortal is nothing like you would have ever dreamed, Pit. Love in this manner is unimaginable, and for a goddess or god it is uncontrollable. I think I loved you too much. And when you told me that I was a monster, I realized i had failed in making you hap-" But she stopped as Pit put a finger to her lips.

"I understand," He said. "And I love you too. Everything I ever said, everything i ever did to make you unhappy, forget it. Forget it all. I love you,"

"Pit?" Nochaya asked. "Do you forgive me? Do you truly forgive me? Are you willing to let go of everything I did to make your life not the way you wanted it?" Pit didn't even have to think twice.

"Of course, Nochaya. Of course." He said.

"Then, I give you my final blessing," Nochaya told him, placing her hand in his.

"May you live long

To a well old age,

May you stay clear,

Of enemy's cage.

Take a thousand journeys,

To travel far and wide.

Fight a thousand battles.

Courage at your side

May you forever know,

The enemy from the friend

May you keep on fighting

To the bitter end,

I wish you days of happiness

And not a single one of fright,

And to look at the colored sunset

And watch it turn to the night."

"We're here," Nochaya told him, finishing the chant. Pit didn't know how to tell her goodbye; he didn't want her to go. Smash Mansion was right below them.

"Protect Invierna," He told her. She wrapped her amrs around him in a hug, crying softly. Pit returned the embrace, never wanting to let his goddess go.

"I will," Nochaya said. "I'll miss you Pit. Take this, don't lose it," Unwrapping her hands from around his neck, she handed him a leather necklace, with a charm on the end. The charm was a crescent moon with a snowflake in it's curve. The night and the winter. Pit thought.

"Good bye, Nochaya." He told her. "I will never forget you,"

"And I you, my angel," She said, tears falling from her eyes. "I you,"

With one last fleeting look at the chariot, Pit jumped from it, spreading his wings to catch an updraft. He flew down to the soft green grass in front of the Mansion, staring up at the sky. He saw Nochaya waving to him, and he waved back, watching as the night goddess continued her journey through the starry sky.

I will never, ever forget you, He thought, but the angel knew Nochaya was too far away to hear his thoughts.

7 months later

"Look Pit!" Lucas called, his face pressed up against the window.

"Stop it, Lucas, you're going to fog up the glass!" Pit said as he walked over to see what the PK fighter was looking at. The problem was, Lucas's head was in the way, and the angel had to shove it away.

"Hey!" He cried as he went tumbling across the ground. "Anyway, first snow of the year!" He was right. Tiny little flakes were dancing their way down from the clouds, turning the green grass white. "It was an early storm, which is weird, because of global warming and stuff. Anyway, that's really cool! I'm going to make snowballs, snow forts, snowmen- hey, Pit, what's wrong? what are you doing?" Lucas paused in the making of his winter To-Do list to see the angel fiddling with something around his neck.

What had happened was this: Pit was seeing the snow out the window and all of a sudden, a burning sensation had occurred around his neck. He immediately began to take out the leather necklace.

"Who's that from?" Lucas asked when he saw it.

"An old friend," Pit replied, smiling at the sight of the charm. The snowflake was what had given him the sensation, and right now it was blinking blue then black again, blue then black. He knew what it meant, and was happy to see that sign.

"Happy birthday, Invierna," He said, still staring at the necklace. "I haven't forgotten,"

The End