Note: Hello fans and fanettes! I apologize for having this chapter added a little late, a member of my family discovered the 'addicting art of computer games' and I haven't been able to get on for awhile. Well, there are two things I would like to say: 1) The first is that I deleted my original author's note from the prologue and added a new one, so you can view it if you'd like (DO IT NOW!! lolz). 2) Secondly I added a couple paragraphs to the beggining of chapter two. They are kind of important, so you should probably read them. Well, there you are, so enjoy!


The sun, a large orange orb in the sky, begins to set. A sillhouette of an angel glides in the sky. Suddenly it stumbles in mid air, but it manages to regain balance. The shadowed figure lands exhausted on a nearby ceiling. There are no other angels around, which is just what he wants. After rounds (and after shaking off a few 'persistent' fans) Pit yearned to be alone. He could not think, not out in the open. After all, what was left in his life? The sunlight and the voices of others did nothing to comfort Pit. He needed action. He didn't belong...

'Yes?' a voice in Pit's head asked. 'You do not belong where?' Pit looked around as he traveled from building to building. He did not almost think what he thought he might have almost thought of…did he?

Wait...what? That last thought baffled Pit. He stopped and leaned on a chimney. 'I just need to calm down, relax. I will just put my head to my hand, no, my hand to my head, or…wait…'

What in the underworld was going on? Pit's flying was getting worse, and now he cannot even think. Ugh! He shook his wings in his fury and prepared to glide off again. He spread his wings fiercely, but after the first flap his wings bent and gave out. He hadn't even lifted off the building yet!

"AAAAGH!" Pit screamed in frustration. He wanted to stop. He wanted the world to stop. The sunlight continued to blind his eyes and the voices surrounding him magnified. Soon he would become blind, deaf, and flightless.

"No! Stop it!" Pit could not take it. He backed up to the end of the building, then started to run. When he reached the end of it he jumped. As he fell towards the ground he spread his wings, but his left wing got caught on his chiton. 'No, not now...Please.' When Pit normally glides, his wings are already out, but he had not been trying to fly and he had not thought to spread his wings out before jumping. In his rash action his wing caught on his clothes while the other was spread, and now he swirled and spiraled towards the ground at an alarming pace.

Crash! Pit landed on his wing. He heard something snapping, but he did not register the noise came from the breaking of his bones inside his wing. His adrenaline was pumping throughout his entire body. He needed to be alone. There had to be someplace…somewhere…

Pit started to run. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He did not feel the danger of running into any onlookers, for angels fly, not run. They only stop on the ground when their wings tire out. If one was to gaze around Angel Land they would find a traffic zone in remote areas in the sky with the ground practically deserted. Pit, his head cast downward, never bothered to stop and think about where he was going. He shoved his thoughts and feelings aside and allowed his feet to carry him wherever they were going.

"Kid Icarus!" a voice yelled. 'No, not now...not now...' He could not deal with anybody; he was mentally ill and possibly dangerous. Not bothering to look and see where the voice came from, Pit took several sharp turns into the darker alleyways of Angel Land.

Was that the sound of flapping wings? Was that shadow that traveled over him cast from a flying angel above? Pit ran faster. Somewhere...there had to be somewhere…somewhere…

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The slamming of the walls that posed as doorways woke Pit from his dazed state. He looked up from the cold marble floor he was sitting on and blinked his eyes. Where was he? Pit did not know. He shook his head and tried to remember what had been happening the last five minutes.

It was all so hard to remember, as if a fog had entered his mind. 'Focus. think!' He had been running, and then…then… The clouds of the fog licked at his memories. Anger started to gush up inside Pit again, but this time it wasn't to any extreme level. Letting out a small but agitated sigh, Pit got up and took in his surroundings.

The first thing that Pit noticed was that the room was dark. No light seemed to seep through the room. As Pit waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark, he noticed something else. His ears pricked up as he listened to…

Nothing. There was no sound. None at all. He was alone. By himself...

"Yes!" Pit yelled in excitement. He jumped in the air and instantly relaxed, but as a result his adrenaline stopped pumping. He instantly fell to the ground in pain.

"Aaagh, ouch," he moaned. His wing felt like it was on fire, and as he traced two fingers up his leg he thought he felt a deep cut. "Ohhh…ow." Pit laid himself down on the ground. He could hear his every move echoing in the room. The sound resounded back and let him know that the room he was in was large indeed. Pit continued to lay on the floor. He closed his eyes and hoped for the pain to cease.

A soft humming noise came from the center of the room. He opened his eyes. It came from a well. A soft blue light emmited from that well now, too. The light chased away some of the darkness. The well it came from was deep. It stood in a slightly larger hole in the floor that surrounded it. Surrounding that hole was a chalk drawing of a twelve pointed star, one of the angel symbols of Foresight. Or was it just plain Sight? Pit couldn't remember; it had been awhile since he had been in school. Maybe it was a symbol for something else...Pit began second guessing himself. 'It doesn't matter,' he thought to himself. He forced the thought to be pushed aside. He looked around instead. The well seemed to be the only thing inside the room, other than a few columns in the back to hold the ceiling up, but they were far from the well. They almost touched the walls, and they were barely lit up by the light. The humming noise was soothing, as was the gentle light. In fact, the combination of the hum and the light created a sweet melody of tranquility. Pit became so engrossed in it that he forgot about his pains. He stood up and began walking towards the well.

As he got closer, he realized that the well was filled to the brim with water and that the water was the source of the soft blue light. It was such a pretty shade of blue, too. It reminded him of the baby-blue sky. Oh how nice it would be if he could fly with it! The water didn't resemble any water Pit had seen before. It was heavy enough to remain sitting in the well, but it appeared to be as light as the water in clouds, both in its appearance and its movements. As he neared it, the water started to spin in a slow circle. He felt almost hypnotised by the water. He moved closer. The water spun faster. Closer still, faster, closer, faster. Pit was close enough to see his reflection. The water was spinning at a furious state. It was a wonder that not one drop spilled out of the well. He clutched the ends of the well with his hands. He leaned closer to the well. His reflection stared back. He could see his blue eyes, his angular eyebrows, even his shaggy brown hair. Pit thought it had been too dark to show; his hair was on the darker side of brown and the only light in the room barely extended a few feet away from the well. His reflection stared back at him...and started to disappear! Pit's face literally started to fade away!

"Woah!" Pit exclaimed, jumping backwords. The water began to relax slightly. Woah...Woah...Woah... Pit's cry echoed back at him. He took no notice as he had been checking his hands and his body to make sure that everything was still there. Pit let out a sigh of relief. Curious, but slightly reluctant, he leaned back over the well.

Things repeated themselves. The water began to spin faster and his reflection began disappearing. This time Pit did not jump back, though he felt disturbed by the sight. It is not easy for one to stare at their own fading reflection.

Just before his reflection disappeared completely, Pit thought he saw his reflected eyes brighten. Before he could confirm if this was true or not, his image was gone. The water began to slow down and become brighter. Instead of Pit's reflection, a new image began to appear. Pit's eyes widened in shock. The image was too faded at first for Pit to be able to determine what it was. Gradually though, it became clearer and more determinable.

A-an arena? Pit cocked his head. An arena was shown in the now still water. Four figures stood still within it. Pit could hear a voice, faint at first, counting down.

"Three...Two...One...Go!"

The figures burst into action and, quick as lightning, began to battle each other.

"Huh?" Pit asked himself. He blinked a few times. "Woah...all right."

There is something you should know about Pit. If you asked, Pit may sound old, ancient even, but in angel years he is the equivalent of a boy in his late teens/early twenties. As most boys that age love the thrill of things such as arenas it did not take long before Pit was whooping and cheering along with the battle.

"Ya! All right! Woo hoo!" he cheered. Pit was excited; finally something new! He had been taught about things such as this, but this arena battle was not exactly the same thing. Mainly he had been taught about arena battles from when Earth was new. Human males would enter the arena, usually garbed in nothing at all, and fight to the death. The audience loved it. They would cheer if a tiger tore out the male's heart and ate it. It sounded horrid and disgusting to Pit, but this battle was not the same. It was not a fight to the death at all, it was just a fight. In fact, the contestants were not even all human. Pit took particular interest in the strange-looking animal fighter. It had a head similar to a jackel's, though the fur that covered its body was blue and its ears were longer. The shape of its body was similar to a humans, but not exactly the same. At first Pit thought it was wearing a long black ribbon tied around its eyes (with two holes cut through it so that the creature could see) and vertically up its face covering part of the forehead and completely covering the nose. It also seemed to be tied with a four-loop knot in the back. The more Pit watched the less sure he became that this was just a ribbon and not part of the animal's body. The animal attacked with mysterious blue-black light that appeared mostly around its hands and sometimes around its entire body. It seemed really agile. It managed to leap impossibly heights, and yet it contained no wings. Pit immidiately was mesmorized by the way it could jump and flip in the air.

'As if it were flying.'

The creature was battling the three other beings. It seemed to be an 'every man for himself' type of thing. Two of the other beings were pink puffballs. One of them sang her enemies to sleep while the other swallowed them whole. Pit was frightened at first by the way the puffball took on the traits of the one it consumed because Pit thought he had eaten his opponents and morphed with them, but Pit breathed a sigh of relief when the consumed one appeared next to the puffball (with a slightly damaged and disgusted look.) The last creature was a human, a grotesquely obese man to be exact. Pit gained instant dislike for him.

The fat man was eliminated fast. A good amount of time passed until the next contestant was eliminated, this time it being the hungry puffball. Now only the singing one and the creature remained. Pit crossed his fingers and yelled for the creature to win. They thrashed back and forth. The creature threw a magic orb, but the puffball materialized a shield and hid within it. After the orb hit (causing no damage) she disarmed herself...only to find the creature running towards her at an alarming speed! She prepared to attack. Her arm swung, but just before it reached the very place the creature would have been it leaped! This unnexpected action caused her to lose balance. She attempted to swing upwards in her awkward position, but it used her head as a stepping block and leaped even higher. She fell to the ground and, expecting a blow, materialized another full-body shield. They had both taken severe damage throughout the fight. The creature charged up an attack in mid air. It striked downward, but if it wasn't swift enough she could strike him first. It was close...so close...

"What? No!" The arena in the well began to get smaller and smaller, but the image itself remained the same size. It was as if the thing creating the image was moving away at a fast pace. Pit's shoulders slumped. The image traveled inside a building near the arena. Pit could hear the cheers. Someone had won the fight. That means someone lost.

"Awe, go back! Please!" Pit begged the magic well. Either it was ignoring him or it could not hear him because it continued on its merry way until it reached a poster hanging on a stone wall inside the building. It enlarged the image of the poster until it was the only thing Pit could see in the well. Curious, Pit read it.

ATTENTION ALL WARRIORS!

Are you considered a hero?

Are you experianced in the art of battle?

Pit became interested. 'I am a hero. I am experianced.'

Do you believe that a video game could be created with YOU as the main character?

Pit scrunched his eyebrows. What is a vid-eeh-oh game?

Perhaps you are a mastermind of villianry, or maybe you just love the sport of battle! If so, we have a place for you! Come join the newly improved Super Smash Bros. Stadium! There you are free to fight and train as you please! This Friday there will be a free tour to welcome all newcomers. It starts at noon, don't be late!

If you are interested in joining, travel is simple! Just summon the Master Hand. If you are indeed worthy of competing, he will come. Further instructions will then be given.

The summoning will only be avaliable for a limited amount of time.

When he finished reading he hopped up and down in excitement. 'YES! A new challenge!'

He dropped his arms suddenly. 'Oh no, what about my duties? What would Palutena think of me? If it were anyone else...'

Pit became aware suddenly of an increasing golden light from behind him. It was accompanied by an angelic ringing. His wings spread a few centimeters as he turned around.

His lungs felt as though they fell into his gut. Floating there, in all her majesty, was none other than Palutena herself.

Pit ran forward and kneeled down to her, folding his wings inwardly. While his head faced down, he noticed the deep gash on his leg. With a start, Pit remembered what had happened earlier. Pain once again exploded through his body.

"Aagh.." he grunted. He looked up at Palutena, wincing slightly. Paletuna nodded slightly at him. She did not seem to notice his injury. Mystically she held out her hand. A golden orb of light appeared. It bobbed a few times in the air, then spread out in the form of a bow.

He recognized that bow. It was the very bow that Palutena had created for Pit when he was trapped in the underworld. She had used the last of her strentgh to create and send it forth to him. Pit had loved the bow; its feel and its design was as if it had been designed especially for himself.

'Well, technically, it had.'

The bow stopped glowing gold and began glowing blue as Palutena invisibly fused the Arrow of Light (one of the three sacred treasures) within it. Pit was slightly shocked; now that the bow and arrow had been fused, they could not be seperated.

Was she giving him the bow? Could it be? It flew towards him. He he eagerly reached for it. Leather touched skin, and the bow once again was in the hands of its master. Pit closed his eyes to embrace the moment, but he quickly opened them again when he felt the wrist of his right arm become warm and his free hand clutch a cold object. There, on his wrist, were two golden rings, and there in his other hand... The mirror shield! Another sacred treasure!

The two glowing golden rings on his wrist were of key importance for operating his bow. You see, if someone were to challenge Pit, he or she might laugh at his pathetic weapon. Why is that? Though his bow is intricate and dazzling it has no string. It is a stringless bow. Not only that, but there are no loops or knicks to tie or hols a string onto the bow at all. On top of that, he has no arrows. No matter where you look you will not find a quiver hidden anywhere on Pit's body. So why would he battle someone with an unarmed bow?

Simple; it is not useless. In fact, it is not stringless, nor is it arrowless. When Pit aquires the itch to use his bow, he holds it as any archer would and reaches for where a nocked arrow would be. When he reaches, his arm is held out straight and the two golden rings fly off. The energy of these rings create a blue string made of light to form on the bow. The rings stay parrellel to each other about an arm's length apart, the closest ring to Pit being slightly farther from where he would grab the nocked arrow. The rings not only create the string, but they also create the arrow. Right before Pit's eyes a blue arrow will appear hovering inside of the rings and stretching from one to the other. No mortal arrow could match the speed of this blue bullet.

The mirror shield had magical properties too. There was a button on the handle of the shield, and when Pit was finished with battle all he had to do was click the button and the shield would compact itself faster than you could blink an eye. All that would be left would be a small bar that Pit could easily stow inside his zoster. The shield was originally made so that the angel wielding it could fly without the danger of the mirror shield's weight to carry him or her down, but for Pit (owing to his defect wings) it was just an added bonus. The bow was incredibly light because it was originally made from the golden light of Palutena's magic.

As Pit stared in awe at the treasures, something trickled through his wings, as if water were being poured into them. The pain in his wing subsided, and he found he could move it freely without screeching in agony. In fact,both of his wings felt great! They felt lighter and stronger than ever before!

The Wings of Pegasus! The third sacred treasure had been fused with Pit. He would be able to fly faster, farther, and longer. Pit looked up at Palutena in wonder.

"I guided you here." She informed him. Her voice was soft and majesticly angelic, as was she. "You were in danger. At first I wasn't certain it would remain, but today it came too close. I took over your body with my magic and guided you here."

Pit was in awe. Palutena had been looking after him all this time? His face burned slightly, though when he thought back to this moment later on he believed it was more out of the idea that someone went out of their way to protect him rather than the fact that it was Palutena herself.

She gently guided her arm forward and pointed towards the exit. "I am permitting you to go where you wish. Follow your heart's desires."

Pit's heart began to race. 'Leave Angel Land? Had this feat ever been accomplished by another angel after the days of those such as Cupid and Aphrodite came to a end? Was this a trick?' Pit did not believe someone as caring as Palutena would do something like this to him. 'Maybe she is testing me. Maybe she is testing my loyalty? No, no she wouldn't have given me the Sacred Treasures. Unless...'

Palutena, sensing his hesitation, smiled slightly and said, "That's an order."

Pit studied Palutena's face. He smiled when he realized she was serious. Nodding, he leapt to his feet and dashed as fast as he could to the stairs that led to a small empty platform next to the wall. He skipped two steps each as he rushed up the staircase. 'Ten steps left...six...three...'

Pit jumped onto the platform and spun around. Looking at Palutena, he lifted both his arms (and smiled when he saw the two glowing bracelets). He had seen other angels do what he was about to attempt, but Pit had never dared to with the danger of his wings, but now his wings were stronger. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as the automatic doors (which posed as the wall behind him) opened up. His every nerve tingled. Forcing his body to relax, Pit leaned backwords and fell down into the sky below.

The wind screamed in his ear. Pit maneuvered his body. His stomach was now facing downwards. He began to spread his wings. For a chillly moment he thought his wings would not withstand the force of the drop, but immidiatly they stiffened and slowed his fall to a relaxing glide. Clutching his bow tightly in his hand, Pit rocked back and forth. Testing his wings, he did a few spins in the air, then traveled to the clouds below and farther still.

End of Chapter Three