Well, I hope you guys don't mind huge OCs. Hope you like it! And if you read this, make sure you are committed, cuz this will be very long.

Ughhhhhh! Thought Pit as he glanced sidelong into the Pool of Visions, a stone basin filled with holy water that allowed angels to view events currently taking place on the world. This same fighting routine gets so old after two hours or so. I gotta take a break once in a while.

"Why do we always fight, anyway," he grumbled aloud. "The swords don't cut, the arrows don't pierce…" He stopped short, and looked more closely. He blinked slowly. No, he thought, that can't be right… A girl, a female angel who was strikingly familiar to Pit, was strolling along a white landscape under a dark, starry sky. After a while, she reached a cliff. It would have been a great jumping cliff-the thrill was great, and you would land in a safe area-except for what Pit liked to call The Wind-Chill Factor.

That cliff was unsafe for anyone, especially someone who could fly. Because if you had wings, and you simply jumped off that cliff without a care in the world, you would get man-handled by the wind. Pit, unfortunately, had learned that lesson the hard way-he had tumbled through the air with his wings closed for what seemed like an eternity before he broke through the familiar, windless pink clouds of Skyworld.

But the girl didn't know how dangerous it was. She only saw a cliff great for jumping. Frozen with shock and fear, Pit could only watch as the girl jumped. But he heard a sharp, sickening crack as the iron hand of the wind grabbed hold of her left wing and crushed it.

The poor girl dropped like a rock, screaming. The Skyworld Temple, where Pit was, happened to be almost directly below that particular cliff. Seconds later, a chalk-white, screaming girl blurred past the garden, down to the faraway ground. Adrenaline coursed through Pit's veins, and he jumped out of his temple and streaked toward the ground without a second thought.

Fear flashed in Pit's mind-in his desperate rush to catch up to the falling girl, he had neglected to spread his wings. He could die, but he was thinking only of the girl. This is not a happy free-fall, he reminded himself. Squinting from the fierce wind, he saw the ground come into focus, a short way away. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, rolling below her as to absorb the impact of the fall himself. Her cloudy dark eyes focused for a split second, and she slipped her hand under his head. Pit twisted slightly sideways, and felt his arm snap as he hit the ground hard. He realized, vaguely, as slightly blurred figures came running, that she had cushioned his head.

"Pit! What… who…" Link stuttered. "Who is she?" he demanded.

"I… don't believe… it…" Pit whispered. "H-her… wing…"

"Your arm!" gasped Zelda.

"Help them! Look," said Ike. "She's going into shock!" Indeed, her pupils were large and dilated. "Pit, now would really be a great time to maybe explain…"

"Yeah, so not the time, Ike!" Zelda cried. "Just look at them! Pit, can you talk?"

"Y-yeah… she…" Pit struggled to form words.

Zero Suit Samus and Falco pushed their way through the crowd.

"This isn't a simple fracture…" Samus observed. "For either of you. Pit, really, what-…"

"You GUYS! Does it MATTER what HAPPENED?" Falco said incredulously. "Breaking a wing is like breaking…" Suddenly, the girl stirred. Her large, dark eyes opened. Link was good at deciphering feelings in eyes, and this girl was no exception.

Fear and pain. That was all. The girl's eyes held fear and pain.

"The… four… heroes…" the girl whispered. "White celestian… green warrior… red commander… and… the blue prince..." The girl slipped into unconsiousness, as did Pit.

Amidst all the confusion, Falco and Zelda carried the girl and Pit to the Isle of Healing (a kind of hospital where brawlers go when they get hurt) while Link and Zero Suit Samus rushed to the Lab, a small building equipped with high-tech laboratory equipment, to identify the girl.

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