As many readers know, I started in 2014 but slowly lost creativity for it. Eventually, it got to the point where it was on hiatus until further notice. At the beginning of June, I began to reread it and noticed the difference. As a result, I chose to scrap it and redo it. But not before copying and pasting it into my documents. What you're going to read is a "new" version. It's similar to the old version, but it has my tweaks in it. Some of the old chapters have been fused together.

As for the people who submitted their OCs during the contest back then, I will still implement them, and will credit you when they appear in the story. I wish to thank you for your submissions.

Before we begin, of course, I must do this:
Disclaimer: I do not own Kid Icarus: Uprising or its characters.

With that, let's begin.

A group of young kids are playing outside a temple, completely oblivious to the watchful eyes of a old maiden. This woman, however, had very youthful eyes, betraying her age. They were silver-gray in color, making anyone who meet her by chance assume that she was a divine. Then again, it had been only been a whole year those events. In one hand she held an unlit incense stick.

"Kids these days. It amazes me to see these humans to be oblivious to the events that had transpired only a year ago."

During Medusa's first reign of terror, there was a group of angels that had managed to escape from Skyworld. These angels took refuge in a deep forest, using the power of the earth to conceal them. The power of the elements were soon absorbed by these angels: wind, earth, lightning, water, and fire. The most powerful controllers of these elements crafted a ceremony, telling every younger generation of angels that they could only control one of these elements.

However, there was a woman knew of their plans of brainwashing and segregation, but chose to act oblivious to it. When her first child was born and was three years old, she told her about their leaders' brainwashing tactics. She would eventually do the same for her second child.

Whenever a young angel turned thirteen, their chosen element would appear. The most notable thing to spot an elemental is their wings, since they would no longer be white.

Any angels that bore more than one element or a "foreign" element were exiled on the spot. Ruining families and friendships.

A little girl had reached the necessary age, but the color of her wings became raven-colored. To any outsider, they would've perceived the girl as a fallen.

To the eyes of the elders, however, it was the sign of the corrupted. The corrupted are the equivalent of the "dark side" of the normally pure elementals. Their control over the elements are more harmful in nature, hopefully no pun intended. She was exiled faster than any of the others from the past.

Little did they know that her lineage was the very reason why they even existed in the first place.

-000-

It had only been three years since she had been exiled from her home. A young girl walked on a dirt path, carrying nothing more but a staff in her hand. Her eyes were a soft brown color and her hair barely reached the back of her knees. The majority of mortals saw her as a 'divine mercenary' of sorts; since she would do any job that involved money and a target.

The girl stopped. She could've sworn that she heard someone scream in the area to her left. Gripping her staff tightly, she ran through the foliage, eventually finding a building that had a resemblance to some kind of base. But, why would there be a base in the middle of a forest?

Snapping her fingers, her wings seemingly appeared from nowhere.

'I should notify Mistress Viridi about this.'

Her raven wings emitted a pale green glow, the color that symbolized wind. She flew up high over the base, her curiosity piqued. What on earth was going on? It didn't look like something for the Underworld, especially since Hades hadn't caused any mischief lately. Or couldn't cause anything, for that matter.

She knew that she was being targeted, if the primrose lightning arrow was her indicator. A string of curses escaped from her.

This was a corrupted base.

More lightning arrows flew through the air, each one trying to snipe her. It was when one landed a hit at the base of her right wing did she scream and lose consciousness.

-000-

Ever since Hades was defeated, Palutena had become quite the celebrity among the gods. It was quite the challenge for her to be humble and say that it was Pit that dealt the final blow, not her. Mostly because she was a goddess. And gods like to boast their accomplishments, and technically, it was her power that charged up the gun of the once Great Sacred Treasure.

Nonetheless, Pit continued to train the centurions, and his counterpart, Dark Pit chose to remain to Skyworld, mostly for training and to annoy Pit. At first, the white angel didn't mind-

"Pittoo! Where are you?"

But now, he was starting to lose his patience with his dark counterpart.

While Pit was distracted, he failed to protect himself from a sudden force knock him forward, his face getting a mouthful of grass. "I'm right behind you."

Spitting out the clump of glass, Pit pushed himself up, and brushed off the dirt from his tunic. "Was that even-" Pit never got a chance to finish that question when the two angels heard a sudden boom. The two immediately ran to the source to find a crater. And in the center in the crater was another fallen angel.

Palutena's voice echoed in their heads. "The both of you, bring her to the infirmary. Now."

…

(Unknown)

I could hear three people conversing with each other. The words "healing magic" clued me into thinking about a goddess and perhaps the "the only two angels" in Skyworld. I could hear the sound of footsteps fading away. That sound eventually became absolute silence.

I opened my eyes almost immediately and took in my surroundings. Definitely not Viridi's domain. I would've been recharged by now. But, it reminded me of being back in that derelict temple at home.

Home. My family and friends. My sister..

"Oh, Rue…" I whispered, allowing my thoughts to wander off, but each one led to my little sister. My heart ached with the fact that I hadn't seen anyone from the village for so long. Although, I will personally admit this: Being a "corrupted" angel has some perks. And even if I wasn't a corrupted angel, the elders would still exile me for the fact that I was also a multielemental.

Oh, well. I never cared about what they said anyway.

I took a side glance at my right wing and smiled when I saw that it had been healed. I could sense a heat signature behind me. It was a torch. Hmm.. I wonder if I can still do it. I held out my hand, palm up, and focused. A few moments later, a small flame appeared.

"The elders claimed that the more power one has, the easier it is to be corrupted. I believe that it's a gift that should be handled with care."