It was an unusually quiet day in the cloudy realm of Skyworld. The winds blew strongly, but faintly enough to where they didn't destroy the world in the clouds. Deep within this universe, in a hidden temple, a young girl was raising a child she had grown quite attached to.

"C'mon, Icarus. Just bend your legs and push off," Duse said to her thirteen-year-old son, Icarus, who was just learning how to fly. But after hours upon hours of trying, he still couldn't get more than three inches off the ground.

Suddenly, a swirling vortex appeared in their carpet, sucking up Icarus and sending him to a place who-knows-how far away.

When Icarus regained consciousness, he was shocked to realize that he was no longer in a T-shirt and jeans, but a vast white tunic, sandals, and a laurel crown. He realized he couldn't be seen wandering around with a silly name like his own, so he came up with a fake name, Pit, and started looking for a place to stay for the night. Suddenly Pit heard a voice calling out for help.

"H-hey! Let me GOOOOOOO!" the owner of the voice, a little boy of around thirteen, screamed as a giant, dragon-like creature carried him away in its claws.

Pit extended his hand out to the dragon in an attempt to stop it, and suddenly spawned a bow from nothing. Grasping his new weapon, the angel starting thinking about a way to help the child. The snow was too deep to just hike up there, and since he couldn't fly, flight wasn't an option, either. Suddenly Pit's wings began to glow, and before he knew it, he was in the air.

'W-what's going on?' Pit thought uneasily as he soared around through the sky. He knew he was flying due to hearing the sound of his wings flapping, but he wasn't doing it. And the glow on his wings didn't look natural, either. So what was going on? Then the child's cry rang out again: "HELP ME!" Pit returned to his thoughts. 'Maybe that's why I'm flying: to save that kid. But who's making me do it?'

Once Pit landed at the top of the mountain, he could see the dragon standing in front of the child, who he now got a clearer look at. The boy seemed to be rather short for his age, being around the height of Pit's shoulder, and he wore a red-and-yellow striped T-shirt, jean shorts, white socks, and red tennis shoes, as well as a beige backpack with buckle stars and a primarily red baseball cap worn to one side. The bill of his cap was a slight blue-violet, and his hair was jet black, his eyes black-violet.

The dragon, on the other hand, was a different story. It was primarily red-orange with blue on the insides of its wings, sonic sapphire blue eyes, and a flame on the tip of its tail. The dragon suddenly surrounded itself and its prisoner in a veil of flames thicker than three walls of Pit's old house. The angel knew he'd have to get agressive in order to get out of this, and he marched straight through the flames. The scorching hot engulfed his wings in flames, but Pit didn't care. He grabbed the child's wrist, which somehow protected him with a magical veil, and pulled him out of the flames, leaving the dragon confused as a Spinda.

The child brushed some ashes off of his T-shirt, then stole a glance toward Pit. "Thanks a bunch, sir," he said, bowing in a strikingly polite manner. "I guess I owe you one, huh?"

Before he could get going back to his home, however, Pit suddenly collapsed in the snow, unconscious, from the flames that engulfed his wings. The child panicked and got the angel medical help instantly.