So, before I start, I need to warn you that this is a depressing and angsty headcannon. So if you hate depressing stories, I advise that you find another story to read. I'm so cruel to Pit... XD
Anyway, the first few chapters won't be in Pit's perspective (you'll see why very easily.) So, at the heading of each chapter, I'll note whose perspective it'll be in until I can write this in Pit's perspective (I'll note that at the heading, too).
This chapter will be in Palutena's perspective
Chapter 1
It was around 9:30 when I had woken up from my slumber. And I had absolutely no clue that today would be so life changing.
I slowly sat up and stretched, feeling too lazy to get up. Why can't I just go back to sleep? I thought to myself, knowing that I had a lot of work, as well as a long day ahead. Groaning, I reluctantly got up and sauntered out of my room, feeling like collapsing from exhaustion.
"Good morning, Lady Palutena," one of my Centurions greeted.
"Good morning..." I mumbled.
"Are you alright?" my winged soldier inquired, looking concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine... I'm just... exhausted, that's all," I replied, yawning.
"Alright..." the Centurion replied wearily, walking away.
"Ugh! Today is going to be boring!" I complained to myself as I wandered past the kitchen. My appetite was at a minimal, and I didn't want to waste any time. Honestly, I wanted to get my work done as fast as possible so I actually had time to relax. Although I seriously doubted that that would ever happen.
So, the day dragged on, as most days did. Boring, just as I had suspected. At least, until one of my Centurions walked up to me and said, "There's a package of some sort right outside, Lady Palutena."
"A package? For me?" I responded.
"Most likely," he said.
"Huh. Nobody ever gives me presents," I said as I stood up and headed for the door. "Thanks for telling me!"
I hurried down the halls, somewhat excited to see what I got. I finally reached the main entrance, and once I opened the door, I looked down and noticed a little open box full of blankets in front of me. I kneeled down to peek inside, and the moment I saw what was before me, I gasped in shock and put my hand over my mouth as I discovered a little baby angel snuggled in the blankets, fast asleep.
"Wh-who left their child here...?!" I whispered as I gently searched the box for something that might explain the predicament at hand, making sure not to wake the baby up. After a few seconds of searching, I felt a piece of paper, and gently removed it. I started to read it, and my eyes widened from complete shock. I was just given the responsibility of raising an angel boy.
And his name was Pit.