AN: Hey guys! Another fanfic, how exciting! I've been wanting very badly to write a Kid Icarus fic and have big plans for this one. So I hope you enjoy and to those that cringe at OCs (like myself) don't fret. This is a Pit-centric story after all.

I don't own anything but my own characters

It was clear that night. On the nights with no clouds the family knew that he wouldn't be home till late. Something about them was daunting, he'd tell them. There were quite obvious reasons why he didn't like the clouds especially when they caused storms. On days where it would rain, he'd wear the grimmest of faces, one that looked too old on someone so young. He'd never tell them his actual age. They barely considered him normal as it was, another little surprise would not help his cause.

A light breeze ruffled his brown hair and he sighed in satisfaction. The grass under him was as soft as it always was and everything seemed right for that moment in time. He sat crossed legged and stared up at the stars. There was life out there and he was sure of it. Those shooting stars were his idea of proof. Of course he didn't dare tell his surrogate family this, they thought anything that wasn't in front of their own eyes couldn't be real. They'd scoff and tell him to get his head out of the clouds, which was ironic. That was yet another thing to add to the long list of things he differed with them. Although despite all that, he loved them as much as he could.

There was a rustle from a bush to his left and he started. He reached over slowly and grabbed his smallish sword. It wasn't great, in fact it was a terrible weapon, but he didn't know how to craft them and he was dirt poor so it had to suffice.

"Who's there?" He called out. There was a moment of silence and then a little head popped out and he immediately relaxed. "What do you think you're doing? I could have hurt you." He scolded as the rest of the body emerged from its hiding place.

"Jeez Pit, calm down. I just wanted to see what you were doing." The girl said and sat down next to where he'd seated himself.

"And you had to hide in a bush to do that?" He asked, most of his adrenaline disappearing, being replaced with humour.

"Well, you tell me where your superhuman hearing couldn't have heard me, oh great and wisdomess one." She mocked, throwing her hands around.

"'Wisdomess'? Is that even English?" He asked. Her face scrunched up in frustration and she huffed dramatically. "And I would have hidden in that tree." The tree in question loomed over the top of him and his 'shadow'. It was the obvious choice in his opinion. "If you were careful you could have climbed it without me even noticing. And then if you were to attack me, all you would have to do is fall. So much easier than a bush."

"How do you know all this?" She asked, flicking her blonde, awfully cut fringe out of her face. "I thought you said you weren't an angel."

"I'm not. You know these things don't work." He said and pointed carelessly to his undersized wings.

"Then why do you have them?" She pried. If it had have been anyone else, his sensitivity would have gotten the better of him and he would have changed the subject. But he decided that just this once he would humour her, only because he didn't have the heart to snap at her.

"They make me look cool." He joked, but then frowned at his cowardice. She raised an eyebrow, easily seeing through his words. For a ten year old, she was quite intelligent. "I don't know why I was given wings to be honest. I just have 'em." He said seriously and a little deflated. It wasn't the answer she was looking for but thankfully she didn't push it.

"Andrew said he wants help with the stall tomorrow." She said, changing the topic for him.

"Lucky me." Pit said sarcastically and she laughed. "Oh you think that's funny?" He asked with a broad smile.

"Yup." She giggled. "You have to bath the goats too." His smile drooped and he sagged his shoulders.

"But the goats hate me." He said mock sadly. She continued to laugh at his poor luck and he gently shoved her.

"You can't hit a girl." She shrieked.

"I didn't, I pushed a girl. There's a big difference." He knew as soon as he said it, he'd started something and they spent most of the night teasing and prodding each other until the darkness became overwhelming and the moon provided the only light. The little girl slowly drifted off to sleep against him and he decided that he'd better take her home. Throwing his jacket on, he lifted her off the ground with ease and began the trek back to the town. She was mumbling incoherently in her sleep and he allowed and amused smile to spread.

"You should ask the Goddess." She murmured. "Palutena." His eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks. It was probably just gibberish and most people in town had dreams of the infamous Goddess, but that name triggered something in him every time he heard it. Goddess Palutena or Lady Palutena as some called her, was the goddess of Light. She and her thousands of angels, kept the world in balance. However, lately more and more monsters were appearing, enough to even make Pit worried.

Her angels were courageous and strong, everything the name 'angel' depicted. Their beautiful large wings and clean white togas awed anyone who ever had the fortune to see them. It almost made Pit jealous, but he chose not to let that make him bitter.

He shook his head and continued on. She didn't mumble anything else on the way home, just complained when he would move too much and woke her up. Rolling his eyes when she'd slap him, he finally wandered through the gates. It was a rather big town in comparison to the others that dotted the countryside and hot lands. A soldier nodded at him and he returned the gesture respectfully. Pit did not miss the smirk the guard wore as he walked past with the little girl asleep in his arms.

Once he reached the house, he carefully put her down on the porch chair and searched through his pockets for the key. Quietly, he opened the door, picked the girl up again and took her to her room. It was littered with dolls and flowers and he had to be careful not to crush anything. He gently placed her on the mattress and left her room without another thought.

Tip toeing through the kitchen, he almost made it to his door before halting. Something was in the house. His hand went to his sword in an instant and he spun around only to find nothing but darkness. His heart pumped to the point where he could hear it and his eyes scanned the hallway. Nothing. He slowly calmed himself down by taking a few deep breaths and holstered his sword in his belt.

With a finale glance around, he opened his door and shed his jacket on the floor. While being very mindful of the sleeping teenager on the other side of the room, Pit collapsed onto his bed with a whump. It wasn't difficult to fall asleep after all the hard work he'd done during the day, despite the hilt of his sword sticking into his back, but Pit couldn't help his last coherent thoughts drift towards that beautiful Goddess and her hoards of brave angels.