Alexis's P.O.V
The acrid smell of smoke fills my lungs as fire surrounds me. I can hear the voices of my family from somewhere deeper in the old house. Tears stream down my cheeks as I look around in fear, seeing nothing but licking flames, eating hungrily, their endless hunger wanting so dearly to burn me alive. I can hear my father, Skylar, calling out to me. Moments pass before I see him barge through the flames, using his precious Aquarius Blade to hold back the fire. My sister, Diana, is by his side.
"Alexis," my father shouts, parting the flames and tossing my sister to me. "Protect your sister-!"
The last of his sentence is cut off as a flaming beam of wood falls down onto his spine, breaking it mercilessly. He cries out my mother's name, Lauren, as he is forced to his knees and engulfed by the flames.
"Dad," Diana and I cry out in unison.
I'm just about to give up hope when I hear a loud crash from behind me. Diana and I both turn to see two angels fly in and grab us before we can object. I honestly couldn't care who gets me out of here, and right now, these two are my only hope.
As the two angels carry us out of the burning house, they slow their pace and come to a stop. The one that had grabbed me was clad in a black tunic, and his eyes were like blood red moons. His hair, wings and tunic alll seemed to blend into one, and on his head , just above his ears, sat a golden laurel crown. My father had told me of two angels that served the goddess of light, Lady Palutena, but never had I imagined the day when I would meet them both in person.
As my senses return to me, I realize that Dark Pit is asking me a question.
"Are you alright?" he asks, noticing I hadn't let go of his right arm.
"Hey, Pittoo," the other angel snickered, most likely noticing that I was shaking. "Looks like you've got a magnet attached to you!"
I look at the other angel, and I can instantly see that it's Pit. Like his twin, he's wearing a tunic, only white instead of black. His hair was darkish brown, and his eyes were a deep shade of electric blue. His voice was rather high-pitched for his age, and I found it extremely annoying just to have to listen to him.
There was a sudden pressure on my arm as Dark Pit tried to push me off, which only made me squeeze his arm even tighter. I could tell he was holding back as he tried again and again to push me off, but to no avail. He eventually managed to shove me off his arm, but I only grabbed on to his leg an instant later. Pit was laughing hysterically as I clung to Dark Pit's leg, apparently nearly cutting of the circulation, so I loosened my grip a little, but I still refused to let go. I didn't want to be left alone, especially not after what just happened.
There was a soft thud, and I snapped my eyes open to see Diana fall to the ground. I was about to assume that she was dead when she let out a screech of pure agony. The worst part of it was the fact that I was feeling the very pain she was. I had to tell the angels, but how?
"Is there any way to shut her up?" Dark Pit asked in annoyance. "Her screaming is really starting to get on my nerves."
Pit shrugged hopelessly, and as he let out a defeated sigh, I saw my chance.
"She's hurt," I hiss through my teeth, trying desperately not to scream just as loud as my sister. "She got burned by the fire."
It was partly true, and since Diana's pain was now becoming my own, I could tell that we were both going to suffer from the same effects. The pain was centered somewhere around my shoulderblades, and with every breath I take, the pain increases drastically. I let out a pained whimper, but it seems that the angels don't notice.
"Lady Palutena," Pit shouted, picking up Diana, being careful not to touch her burned flesh. "We've got burns on this one. I'm not sure about the other, but its better not to take chances."
"I'll get you two to the infirmary," I heard Lady Palutena reply.
Wait. Why could I hear her? I thought only angels could hear the gods. I couldn't be one, could I? Come to think of it, my father had been an angel when he was young, but when Diana and I were born, he'd gotten them taken off. I couldn't be an angel! I wasn't born with wings, so how could I?! And more importantly, why could I hear Lady Palutena?
I don't have any more time to dwell on the subject, for I'm surrounded by blinding light and lifted to what had to be the infirmary. As my eyes adjust to the blinding light, they widen in shock as my surroundings come into view. The vast beauty of Palutena's Temple stretches out before me, and although my father had described it to me many times before, I NEVER imagined it was be this big!
White walls surround me like the walls of a prison cell. The rest of my view is being blocked by Pit, his twin, and a bunch of centurion strong-arms that were gathered around Diana and I. Just hearing my sister's screams was enough to drive me crazy, and if someone didn't do something about it fast, they were going to hear it from me.
"Help… Diana," I moan as my consciousness starts to slip.
With the last of my strength, I let out an earsplitting screech and give way to darkness.
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I wake up in the dead of night with a fierce pain in my back. I can't tell if Diana's awake or even if she's still in pain, mostly because it's too dark to see anything right now. I'm lying on my stomach, but when I finally decide to get up and walk around, something is binding my wrists to the bed. I begin to think that getting out of here is hopeless when I remember my mother teaching me how to escape any type of restraints.
~Pull, twist, flick, ~ I remind myself, copying my mother's exact movements.
Within moments, I'm free, and I couldn't resist the temptation of seeing the beauty of Skyworld at night. The whole way to the front door of Palutena's Temple, I had the chilling sensation that Pit was following me, but when I turned to see if he was there, he wasn't. The idea of him following me was scary enough, but knowing that I was imagining it was even worse.
When I stepped out into the moonlight, I felt relaxed, knowing that anyone who dared follow me wouldn't stand a chance. The light wind cooled me off as I walked around for a while. After a few minutes, a particular gust of wind brought a strange sound to my ears. It sounded like feathers in the wind, and I spun around on my heel, expecting to see Pit, but once again, he wasn't there. Just then, I see something in the corner of my eye that paralyzes me in fear. My shadow portrays the image of an angel. Slowly, I dare to look behind me, and the sight literally stops my heart.
~No, ~ I thought fearfully, staring, perplexed, at the jet-black wings that sprouted from my back, just below my shoulders. ~This has to be a lie! ~
I run at a full sprint back into the temple, and back into the infirmary. I can see Diana's outline on the hospital bed next to mine, and as I race over to her, daring not to wake her, I let out a frightened whimper as I see the snowy-white wings on her back. I slowly back away and out of the infirmary, trying hard to convince myself that this is a dream, but no matter how many times I silently repeat it, my mind knows that all this is real.
I turn and run for it, heading for the back of the temple to find Palutena, and I'm halfway there when I slam right into someone. Heat is rising into my eyes, and I know I'm on the verge of crying as I look up, knowing that it's going to be Pit. However, it's not him, it's Dark Pit. He's looking at me as though he was looking at a younger female version of himself. I wanted to burst out laughing at the confused look on his face, but fear and sadness overtake me as I bury my head in my hands and let the tears come.
Dark Pit kneels down and picks me up, and I make no effort to stop him. He doesn't ask me why I have wings, and I'm not about to tell him, because right now, I honestly couldn't care less. He brings me back to the infirmary, sets me back down on my bed and gently pulls the covers over me. I hear his footsteps fade, and I'm about to start crying myself to sleep when I hear him return. I slowly open my eyes to see him sit down in a chair, crossing one leg over the other and close his eyes. I'm grateful to have him there as I quickly fall asleep, knowing that he'll be there when I wake up.