Ending: Dark Pit

                                    

                                          
(AN: This is called Magical night, isn't it? by Dreamy on YouTube.)
                          


                          
     The magical thing disappeared into the starry twilight. My window was next to my bed, so I slowly watched as it vanished from view. When I couldn't see it anymore, I went straight back to my book.
                          
CHAPTER ONE
                          
     Even though I was so excited to read, there was a feeling inside that was too distracting for me to focus. Why was it bothering me so much? What the heck was going on with me? That's when something flew through the window. It was small and was just in my peripheral vision. I wouldn't have noticed that it had floated in if the window was any farther away. 
                          
     Curiosity flooded my mind, like water level rising and flooding a town. I was usually curious like this, to the point where I couldn't concentrate without answers. It was like Pandora trying not to open her box, and doing it anyway because... impulse control.
                          
     I closed the book and went to pick the object up. On the floor lay a black feather. There was something weird about it, to say the least. Was it from the bird... or whatever the flying this was? Just then, another feather flew in, identical to the first one. I picked it up as well, running to the window to find what was sending the feathers my way. Right in front of my face, a feather fell not two inches away.
                          
     My head jolted up, and my eyes spotted a shadow-colored figure with what looked like wings. "An... and angel?"
                          
     The words escaped my mouth, but the figure had vanished before my eyes could adjust to the darkness. In a panic to find the being again, I scanned the area above and below me. Where did it go? That's when another feather fell, its silhouette outlining in the light of the moon and falling into the street.
                          
     I dashed out of my room, gliding down the stairs and quietly shutting the front door behind me. There was the feather, thankfully still laying in the road that was paved in front of my house. I picked it up and added it to the feather collection growing in my right hand. I looked up and down the street, not that there were cars driving into the neighborhood that late in the night.
                          
     Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another feather fall, making the feather number five. It had floated from the sky in the light of the flickering street lamp at the end of the road ten feet away. I would have mistaken the random movement in the night for the neighborhood cat. As I collected the sixth feather, I heard a familiar meow.
                          
     "Speak of the devil," I muttered to myself, noting the coincidence. I walked over to the feline, petting its dirty fur. "You could use a bath, cat."
                          
     The cat proceeded to drop something it had clutched between its teeth; another black feather. I picked it up as the cat started to make a run for it in the direction I had come from. "Wait!"
                          
     The cat paused at the end of the intersection where the neighborhood met the main road. Was the cat going to cross? Was that little cat INSANE!? I scrabbled to my feet, trying to stop it, but it jumped out in the street before had the chance.
                          
     My eyes teared up, even though it wasn't even my cat. It didn't even have a name, so why was I about to break down? With all my courage, I approached the main road. What I expected was cat guts and blood but what I got was even more out of the ordinary. "Cat?"
                          
     There it was, standing on the other side of the road, in front of a narrow path. It stared at me from across the street, almost as if it was an invitation. Down the path, twenty feet or so, was a sign on a metal post. 
                          
     NO ENTRY THIS WAY
                          
     The cat, as insane as it was, continued past the warning into the unknown. Where was it going? Why was it leading me away from where I was supposed to be? Only Lady Luck could help me now.