Disclaimer: I don't own Kid Icarus: Uprising. I only own the story, my OC's, and the Kindle Fire I am writing this on.
AN: Well guys I finally escaped Deadpool. [If you don't know what I'm talking about... I'll tell you in a minute.] This is a new story of mine. It is the final book in the Shrehaduu trilogy. The first two are 'A Pokesmash' and 'A Ninja's Creed.' You do not need to read those stories in order to know what's going on, but it will probably help. Deadpool was trying to kill me for what I did at the end of 'A Ninja's Creed.' I probably deserved it. Well now I'm gonna quit rambling and let you read the FIRST CHAPTER OF 'KID ICARUS: ULTIMATE!' (Hits create story button) Enjoy.
Beware ye mortals of evil's coming.
A virus shall wreck the land,
A demon will bring destruction to hand,
A god of the pit will be there when it hits the fan.
But thirteen heroes will stand for right
And a chosen one shall lead the fight.
A chosen one who is the very best,
A hero in blue who can never rest.
Three fighters late to the game,
Four brothers, sons of a rat, who have very much fame.
An Assassin and his father will join the fight,
Alongside a warrior of darkness who serves the light.
An angel and a witch who are very fast friends,
Will join the fight in the end.
Three but one, the evil, chaos will bring,
But won't stand a chance against three future kings.
A hero will die protecting the one,
The one who will land the final blow against evil's run.
Mortals, ye better hear,
If the heroes fail, Death will be brought to bear.
The Oracle's eyes fades from a brilliant glow back to her normal blue eyes. Fiery red hair cascades down her back as she shakes herself from her daze. She must write this down! There hasn't been a prophecy for generations!
The Oracle scrambles for a pen and begins to hurriedly write down the prophecy. She is still writing when her door is blown off its hinges.
Several Moneye fly through the door accompanied by some Scuttlers. A man walks in. He has slick, black, metal skin. He wears no clothes, but apparently he has no anatomy or it is retractable. He has no face to speak of and has two, straight horns on his head.
The Oracle puts the finishing touches on the prophecy and turns around, not at all intimidated. "You are not allowed to be here," she says, her face the perfect picture of calm. "Leave now or die."
The metal man decides to ignore the Oracle and instead to ask a question. "Where is he? Where is the child?" His voice is deep and metallic.
The Oracle opens her mouth as if to answer, but instead green fumes begin to spew from her mouth like smoke from a large fire. The fumes surround the monsters, cutting the visibility to zero. The Moneyes and Scuttlers melt into a puddle of goo where they stand. The man is not affected in the least. He sniffs the air for a moment, pondering. He jerks out his arm and a chain shoots out of his hand. The chain whistles through the room, hardly even disturbing the gas. The chain goes taunt then suddenly retracts, bringing the Oracle with it.
The metal man grabs the Oracle by the throat, choking her. "I will ask once more. Where is the child?"
The Oracle smiles as she gasps for breath. "You will never find him. DEATH will not win this battle, just he has lost those in your world and those in the world of the silver eyed warrior."
"You want to talk about eyes?" The metal man brings the Oracle close to his face. "Well then, look into mine!" He has two darker spots on his where is eyes should be. As soon as the Oracle's eyes come in contact with them, she freezes. She begins convulsing as her eyes turn black. Soon the darkness spreads to the rest of her body. The Oracle falls away as the darkness turns her body to ash, leaving only her clothes to fall to the ground.
The metal man laughs. It is a rough, grating laugh that chills many of his victims to the bone. He walks over to the Oracle's desk. What was this? The man quickly scans the paper. He laughs again. This prophecy will never come true! Several of those people don't even exist! He tears it to pieces and throws them into the floor.
The metal man sniffs again, searching for any trace of the child. There! In the room beside him.
A voice pierces through the house. "Well, well. What do we have here?" The man knew that voice. Several explosions tell him that all those weak Underworld minions given to him have been killed. That pesky goddess! She never knows when to stay away!
A portal blacker than black and darker than dark opens up beside him. The metal man takes one last glance at the room before walking in. The portal closes as soon as a woman walks in.
The woman has green hair and wears white robes. She holds a scepter and wears a gold pendant around her neck. A glow surrounds the woman signifying that she is a goddess.
She daintily steps through the room. The goddess puts a hand to her mouth in a smothered gasp as she lays eyes on the pile of the Oracle's clothing and ashes. Who would do such a thing?
A baby's wail splits the air. The goddess looks up, trying to locate the origin of the cry. It is coming from a room beside her.
She walks in to find a baby laying in a crib. Its wailing stops as it lays eyes on the goddess. What she thought was a white blanket moves, exposing the baby's very obvious male anatomy. He has wings! The baby has wings! He has brown hair and brown eyes.
She sees the name inscribed into the blue crib. Ultimate Icarus. That has a nice ring to it.
AN: Well I'm done with that. Tell me who you think those people from the prophecy are. So what did you guys think? Please review and also tell me if there are any grammar issues in the chapter. Until next time, GameboyNinjaUltimate Icarus, out. Bye.