As you can probably tell from Chapter Five Onward, Each Chapter has been going by certain trends. 5-9 were the Stages of Grief. 10 through the midpoint of 13 follow the Fresh Characters on the block. And as you can see by the theme naming that's going on now, There will be someone waiting at Chapter 17 of the Five Chapter Arc that had just started at said midpoint. It'll ring in the Arc of the final nine chapters of this story.
Chapter 14: Purity
Day Fourty of the New World
Fourty-Nine Days until the Great Departure
/Palutena/
Pandora was doing some afternoon stretching.
Pittoo was training with Shulk and his loyal dog, Gunpei.
Viridi was stockpiling elements from each of the world's myriad locations.
And me, I was just catching up on some light reading.
It had been a week since Pandora dipped into the rewind spring.
Ten days since we coaxed her into joining our cause.
Two weeks since Pittoo headed off on a mission.
Find Doctor Thomas Light.
Make him build a ship.
The Great Starcutter.
And have Megaman Smash.
By the code, That word.
'Smash'
I shutter just saying it.
I lost Pit to that word.
He always wanted to be among those who smash.
I can't bare to watch more people lose their lives to this pointless ritual.
Maybe what the Hands have Conjered up with Mr. Game & Watch could help somewhat.
But at this point, who knows...
I walked to the balcony and wondered.
I always have wanted peace in this world.
I have quite the Noblest Intentions, indeed...
But when consequences transpire, they often fall apart.
And with Pit now gone, my wish seems alot more impossible.
Because my vendetta against Smash became much more personal.
The Hands cursed all of us, The Subspace Army slaughtered plenty of us.
And here we stand, training for Smash Rounds of our own.
Although Stock Matches are no longer an option,
Smash is still as deadly as ever.
And alas, so would I.
should I succumb
to my grief.
Day Fourty-One of the New World
Fourty-Eight Days until the Great Departure
I had won my battles for the Night.
And my prize for surviving was checking out the Trophy Room.
I walked the isles of racks containining our fallen comrades.
One Rack contained the children of the Helix
with the chosen six perched on top.
Another was completely empty
save for two filled spots.
King Dedede
Meta Knight
And down in front,
There stood these plush toys.
They were made in the image of the original twelve.
A good couple of them were walking about.
The Hero of Time, Clad in Green.
He stood his ground.
Silent, unlike the Hero of Twilight.
The other one walking was Fox McCloud.
"Geez, Palutena, right?" The fighter pilot inquired.
"You're not supposed to know about us yet."
Not supposed to- The Hands!
Is that their secret project?
I chose to listen to him.
But in exchange:
He'd tell me what was up.
And boy did he tell me.
These copies of our fallen friends.
They are first to awaken in a new world.
By the touch of a human child suitable for a 'contract'.
This contract certainly does sound very fishy.
But then Fox told me the reason why.
"To take back our world!"
I was shocked.
"Go on."
And so he did,
he told me of the fallen,
how the hands have found a way.
to revive them from the curse they cast upon us.
Sounds like a pure and noble enough plan.
but the sound of a contract...
that leaves some room...
room to twist it...
contort it...
into a game of death...
just like the games of old...
I just couldn't bare to be a part of it...
I ran off to get away from everything about this world.
Where Trophies Fight.
Where Trophies Die.
Day Fourty-Two of the New World
Fourty-Seven Days until the Great Departure
I stood atop the highest mountaintop.
Weeping to my lonesome self.
greiving for everyone...
Everyone who perished
at the hands of the Subspace Invasion.
Then I saw something...
flying in the distance...
Could it be?
Is it him?
"Lady Palutena!"
It IS Him!
"Pit!"
"I'm Here!"
Thank goodness, he's alive!
Fox was telling the Truth!
I guess it really is Possible...
Although the Hands placed the curse on us...
It was probably because they just wanted to play.
His power allowed this world to exist.
To make us happy.
and somehow...
It made... them happy.
Could this Pit be a delusion of a Dying Palutena? Or is it the real Pit appearing just in time to see the Goddess Freeze over? I'll just leave it up to interpetation for now as we move on to the Ancient Minister.
Next Time: Intelligence
In which a lord of subspace finishes his ultamate weapon of multiversal conquest.