The
world really was massive beyond reason. From beyond the exosphere,
one could see the spaces where the other worlds had merged into it,
and the natural swaths of land and sea from the superworld that
separated them. It looked as though over a dozen worlds had been torn
apart and then stitched back together to create it. Of course, most
people never see their own world from orbit, but most people aren't
goddesses. Before she came here, Rosalina herself wasn't exactly a
goddess, although it was

Someone
was here. Normally, that would go without saying, but under this
context it was unusual. The Shepherds had been on the trail of a
strange series of mass disappearances within the borders of Ylisse.
Entire settlements of people had been vanishing en masse. The most
common suspicion was that this was the doing Plegia, but there was no
evidence of that. In fact, there wasn't any evidence at all. Every
town was the same. There wasn't anything out of place, no signs of an
attack or a struggle

The
cobbled streets rumbled as a massive crowd ran screaming towards the
last bastion of security within their once-great city. Flames roared
over the horizon as their world burned, but that was merely the
lesser hell that lay in front of them. Behind them was something much
worse. The souls of the recently slain rose from their shattered
vessels and began to congregate towards the malignant god that had
claimed them. She must have ten miles from the city, but all who
looked in her direction cou

Cynthia's
tired eyes opened to the gentle glare of the morning sun. She yawned,
considering going back to sleep before she remembered all the
important things she had to do today. The life of a Pokemon trainer
is a surprisingly busy one, especially if you just so happen to be
the official League Champion of the Sinnoh region. She groaned as she
sat up and wiped the soot from her eyes. As her brain began to attune
itself to the waking world once more, she started noticing a few
things that seemed

Malon
sat alone on the curb of the street, idly drumming her fingers.
Beside her was a small basket with a few bottles of Lon Lon milk. She
had brought it with her on a whim, thinking she could sell a few
while she was in town, but that turned out to be a failed venture. It
was nice that she didn't have to bother with anymore chores today,
but there really wasn't much of anything for her to do here, so she
simply waited.
It
was such a surprise seeing an escort of guards approaching her quiet
lit

The
perpetual overcast of black smog that hangs over Castle Koopa seemed
particularly thick this morning. Not than anyone could tell it was
morning in this lava-strewn wasteland. However, the king of this
castle doesn't care what time of day it is. When Bowser wants coffee,
Bowser gets
coffee. If he doesn't, there will be hell to pay.  
Bowser
sat in his study on a bulky, cast-iron throne as the fireplace beside
him hissed and crackled. In one hand he had a mug full of boiling
coffee with

The
Temple of Light stood silent. Although all seven Sages had been
gathered for an emergency hearing, six of them had merely listened as
the seventh, the Princess, offered a frightening revelation. Now,
they all stared speechless at her as she stood on the Triforce symbol
in the middle of the chamber with her head hanging low. “And that
is the nature of this 'Goddess Ritual' from my vision,” Zelda
concluded.
For
a minute still, the Sages remained silent. Hesitantly, Rauru opened
his mouth t

A
pale blue light pierces through the endless darkness, glowing
brighter as it gradually takes on the form of a strange young woman.
She has blue skin, a featureless face and wears a purple cloak with
long stocking. “Greetings,” she says in a gentle albeit robotic
tone. “Please do not be alarmed. My name is Fi. If you are seeing
this vision, it means you are among the twenty-one fortunate
individuals chosen as Predators for the Perfect Goddess Ritual.” Fi
extends her arm. From the palm o