Pit's Reaction

 The clouds drifted carelessly overhead as Pit, a young angel glided toward a massive grey temple. He smiled as the massive doors opened for him, landing softly on the stone floor.

“Lady Palutena! I’m back!” He blinked as the ungodly silence stretched beyond several moments. He scanned the deep grey walls before him, getting a strange feeling crawling up his spine, “L-Lady Palutena? Are you here?” He huffed in frustration. Of course she’s here, idiot! She lives here!  With a heavy sigh, he placed his gold and blue bow on its pedestal, not noticing a white envelope that sat there just wedged between the stone slab and the wall.

Wait a second...!  The angel did a double take, eyeing the pearly white, folded envelope before taking it from its place on the pedestal.  He looked it over carefully, letting his thumbs run a gentle line up and down the sides.

Doesn’t seem dangerous..., he thought as he stared at the face of the envelope for a long, soundless moment. That’s when he noticed the infamous seal of the Smash Committee. He began to shake as his now quivering palms started to sweat.

W-What is this?  Without so much as a second’s hesitation, he tore open the envelope, snatching out the neatly folded letter from within. He unfolded it after tossing its flimsy container aside, holding his breath in anticipation. Once unfolded, he read the letter aloud.

“Dear Pit,

After much consideration and fan suggestions, we, the executives of the Smash Committee, hereby call upon you to join the Smash Tournament in 2014. Please reply ASAP by checking ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ on the invite card and send it to the Committee. Fellow smashers expect you to be there!

Regards to my old friend,

Masahiro Sakurai”,  Pit’s bright blue eyes began to fill to the brim with tears.

H-He wants me to come back?  He dropped the note and wiped his eyes as a warm glow danced off the walls of the temple.

“Congratulations, Pit!”, his shining goddess cheered as she smiled warmly at the beyond happy angel.

“I-I don’t know what to say...”, Pit managed as he hiccupped loudly. Palutena smiled.

“Well. You can start thinking as you reply.”, she sassed, handing him the invite card. Pit blinked.

“Wait....It’s already marked!” Indeed it was; with golden ink none the less! Pit smiled as he sealed a new envelope with the card inside, casting it off to the blustery heavens outside. Then, he realized...

“I need to practice! I have to gather my newest and strongest weapons to fight against my foes!”  He started gathering his bows, arms, blades, cannons, claws, and palms and piled them high, “Now....What weapons should I use? My Samurai Blade? Nah! Too flashy. My Leo Cannon? Oh! Oh!  How about my Great Reaper Palm? Or my Raptor Claws? Oh! My Upperdash Arm! This would be great for m-!” There was a loud, thunderous crash from the far side of the room.

“Pit, take it easy! You still have a year! That’s plenty of time to choose weapons and practice your techniques!”, Palutena shouted over Pit’s out loud thoughts. The winged youth froze in place before scratching the back of his head.

“Oh! Yeah...Sorry.” He laughed nervously as he sorted through the possibilities, setting the ones he didn’t want to use off to the side.

A year seems too short a time just to lay back and relax! I have to get ready now, so I can be ready for any challenges; old and new!

“Hey, Lady Palutena, could you set up a practice range for me please?”, Pit asked as he donned his Wolf Claws.

“Of course, Pit.” With a nod of her head, the goddess of light created the expansive range, “I’ve put targets in. You need to improve your aim on moving enemies!” Pit nearly tripped as he ran toward the temple doors.

“I-I know!”, he yelped, taking to wing. Pit would be ready for the battles to come...

THE END