Chapter Five! Yayyyyy! So so so so so sorry for the long update. We were visiting family where a computer wasn't reachable and our flight back home was delayed so we were stuck there until Christmas. But I am back now with another chapter. I hope you enjoy! Please read and review!

-WingedIceWolf

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Legend of Zelda or Kid Icarus

"Easy there," a soft voice said beside him. It took him several seconds to realize that sheets and blankets were thrown over his body with a pillow to support his wings and a cool cloth on his forehead. His eyelids felt as if rocks were piled on him and it took several tries before he could finally pry open his eyes to see a woman standing near him, staring out the sun glazed window.

She wore a black cloak with strange markings and just looking at them made his head hurt. He was very uncomfortable as it was, especially with his shattered wings that felt like barely bearable but painful deadweight, but he tried to get on his feet anyway. He very quickly regretted that choice and drew in a sharp breath, instinctively clutching his aching torso.

The woman turned at the sound of his cry, a look of concern in her beautiful eyes. She neared him, casting back her cloak to reveal a headdress of gold and gems, dirty blonde hair wrapped in strips of silver, sky blue eyes, long pointed ears, and a dress with familiar markings.

"Who are you?" he asked a little more sharply than intended.

"I can tell you are not from here," the woman began softly, sighing to herself. "I am Princess Zelda of Hyrule and my guards have found you in Hyrule field, fearing you. When they brought you before me I myself thought you were dead. For you were not breathing and you were in worse condition than now. Thankfully you are alive…"

"How do you know you can trust me?" he asked through grit teeth.

"I can sense it and I know I can trust you. Allow me to help you," and with that her hand glowed warmly with the same symbol he had seen on the rider's hand.

He trusted her and with his permission she ran her hands along his wings. First there was immense but brief pain as the bones reformed in his wings, popping back into place and forming together like they were never shattered with a sickening noise. He had only half expected something of the sort to happen. The weight upon his shoulders was lifted and he felt much more at ease, as if a warm sunlight had spread down his wings but at the same time, tired.

"My lady," came a voice with a knock at the door. "There are two who wish to see you and your friend."

"I allow them to pass."

And with that the guard left quickly, rushing down the stairs. There was silence for several seconds before she asked him to stretch out his wings so she could examine them. He did as asked and after a few minutes she was sure everything was good. She began to fix his shattered ribs the same way she had with his wings, humming softly to herself while he stared at the room with golden linings and symbols on the wall.

"You are lucky no bones have pierced your heart. Or your lungs. That is a miracle on its own," she said, rising from her kneeling position on the stone floor, seeming a little tired from using that much power. The gems on her clothing sparkled in the brightly lit room.

"Thanks. And that tune, I swear I have heard it before," he exclaimed.

"It is a song passed down for centuries through the royal family and shared with the messenger of the gods. It is Zelda's Lullaby. Every hundred years or so a new Zelda is reincarnated with the chosen powers. I am one of those reincarnations," she answered, taking the cloth that had fallen to the floor and easing him back down. "If I may ask, how did you get here?"

He paused as sorrow turned his features and he stared at the wall in the room for a minute. Before he could answer, the two the guard had spoken of entered the room.

"So-" the first one complained, trying to catch his breath while glancing around the room. "many…stairs…"

"Well…" said the second one, glancing at the Princess who smiled at him.

"Oh, my bad," said the familiar voice. The Dark Angel turned to see his counterpart, standing in the doorway with his hands behind his back, blushing fiercely as he bowed before the princess. He could hardly believe his companion was alive and uninjured and he barely noticed him with the strange clothing he was wearing and the green cloak covering his wings.

"Angels don't gloat, Pit," came Dark Pit's voice, sitting up with a smirk upon his face.

"Pittoo?!" Pit almost yelled, rushing to his companion. Pit embraced his companion in a tight hug, nearly squeezing all the air from him.

"What did I say about that name?" Dark Pit reminded him, winded.

"I don't care! Thank the heavens you are alright," Pit said, loosening his grip. "You had me so worried!"

"Slow down Angel face," he laughed, knuckling his companion softly on the head. Then his face went grim as he pushed the angel away to meet with his eyes. "I am so sorry for allowing him to do that to you. If it were my choice that would have been me getting hurt out there, not you."

"Actually no. I wouldn't allow you to."

"Now that I think about it they look very similar…" Zelda began, tapping one finger on her chin. "Care to explain what they are talking about?"

"Well that is because they are the same in a way but not at the same time. You see, his counterpart was made from a mirror that created him before the Angel shattered it. At first the two hated each other but when the time came to team up or die, they became like brothers. They are connected; if he dies then the Dark Angel dies as well," Link explained, keeping his voice low as possible. "They were attacked by the same person who I defeated merely a year ago."

His princess's eyes were full of worry mixed with understanding and confusion. She turned to look at her shorter companion who had his arms crossed, standing tall and thinking to himself. "Are you sure of this?"

"I am sure. The Angel's name is Pit and the condition I found Pit in was horrible and I nearly lost him several times. He was weak of blood loss and the wounds he bared were all too evident. They were very long and deep and he was hurt so badly that I felt guilty for even hurting him further when I had no choice.

He doesn't even come from here and he said the person who attacked them, seeking revenge, was Ganondorf. His counterpart is, as you may have guessed, Dark Pit but Pittoo is just a nickname," Link replied in a soft voice, glancing at the bright angel while he recalled the events.

"Then he has returned," Princess Zelda said grimly. "And my judgement is he is stronger than before. But what I do not fully comprehend is why he attacked these angels…"

"Only time will tell," the hero exclaimed softly, placing a hand on the Princess's shoulder. Then he turned back to Pit and Dark Pit. "Pit!"

"Yeah?" asked Pit with a fistful of his hair clenched in Dark Pit's hand.

"I don't need you tearing open your wounds again so don't run around like a cucco without its head! And give your companion a break," the hero reminded.

"I'm guessing a cucco is a chicken then?"

A stern nod from his savior was all he needed to assure him and he sat on the edge of the bed, continuing to chatter with his companion, ignoring Link's comment.

"Who is the one who saved you?" asked Dark Pit with his voice low.

"Oh him?" asked Pit, jerking his head toward Link. "He goes by many names such as the Hero Of Hyrule, Hero Of Time, Hero Chosen By The Gods and so forth, but he is commonly known as Link. The symbol you see on his hand is the Triforce, gifted to him by the Goddesses. And the woman who you were brought before is-"

"Princess Zelda of Hyrule. Also chosen by the Goddesses," Dark Pit finished, throwing himself over the bed.

"Do you want something to eat?" asked Zelda softly. Link face palmed and shrugged loudly, receiving a hard slap from the Princess.

"Well now that you mention it-"

"No, Pit. Please don't name all the different foods they have in your world," the hero demanded, cutting the Angel off while he rubbed his probably-now-bruised shoulder. "You have caused enough confusion as it is."

"Of course," Dark Pit began with a roll of his eyes. "I guess I am not the only one who you confuse. Confusing and annoyingly cheerful Pit."

"Gloomy and doomy Pittoo," Pit said with his arms crossed and a sigh.

"We can prepare many foods. Fish, turkey, ham, roast, steak, potatoes, some chocolate on the side, whatever you wish," the Princess said, counting off the foods on her fingers. "In the meantime I will allow yourselves to get prepared. I will have one of my guards bring you something to change into."

"Great!" Dark Pit cried, cupping his hand over Pit's mouth. Pit made a defeated noise that was muffled in his hand. "Oh hush, Pit."

Pit gave up and Zelda left the room, walking soundlessly down the stairs. Link sat in the chair next to a desk with herbs and potions scattered about the large room with several other beds. By his judgement, this was probably the healing room. It was intended for guards and staff of the castle, but they didn't get sick or hurt very often.

Dark Pit suddenly felt a little uneasy as the room spun around him and he nearly fell, if not for Link's quick reflexes, feeling very nauseous. The Hylian's cool hand pressed against his forehead, a frown crossing his face. Both Pit and him looked concerned and he didn't like the attention.

"I'm fine," he managed to say, shrugging Link off and sitting upon the floor with his head in his hands.

"I have heard that excuse too many times. You are burning up and you can barely stand on your feet. You should probably rest and recover from your injuries," Link said softly.

"You're right," the Dark Angel admitted, leaning to the side a bit while the room spun around him.

He admitted it! Pit thought to himself with surprise. This is very wrong.

In a matter of seconds Zelda was back in the room with a grim look on her face. "Link, Hyrule requires you now! There is trouble in Cas-" She was caught in mid-sentence when she saw the Dark Angel collapsed upon the floor with the two crowded around him.

"He just collapsed," Pit said worryingly, taking his companion in his arms. "He could barely even stand!"

Link was searching through his bag, looking for a potion when Zelda knelt down beside him, waving her hand across the Dark Angel's head. The symbol on her hand glowed a dark yellow color and she retracted quickly. "He is being manipulated by something."

"Or someone," Link said slowly with a wolfish growl and anger burning in his wild eyes. "What is the trouble?"

"There is a barrier surrounding Castletown and Bakoblins are pooling in. The citizens are being attacked and I fear the worst is yet to come," she replied with her head lowered.

As Link started out the door Pit jumped up and said "I am coming with you."

"No, Pit. Firstly, you are in no condition to fight and I do not wish to have you fall protecting a world that does not belong to you. Secondly, you do not have a weapon," the Hero said sternly, eyes not meeting the Angel's.

"My companion is dying and as far as I am concerned, I am part of this fight," Pit fired back.

"And if you die so will he," Link reminded him, jerking his head toward the fallen Angel. "I am going alone. I do not want you or Zelda injured."

"Link-" Zelda began, trying to reason with him.

"I won't hear it Zelda. I am going alone and that is that."

Pit didn't say anything as the Hylian left the room but after a few minutes, Pit started searching through chests. Zelda peered at him as he did so, trying to keep the Dark Angel's fever down with a cold cloth, but her efforts did little. Pit slung a quiver full of arrows over his shoulders and took a large bow in his hand, starting down the steps.

"Where are you going?" she asked, thinking she already knew the answer.

"He is going to get himself killed and I will not allow that. I am going after him." And with that he disappeared down the steps.

Muahahahaha! CLIFFS! This was a fun chapter to write though and i enjoyed doing it. Thanks for following, reading, and reviewing!

This chapter is dedicated to Twi Rinku.

-WingedIceWolf