Sorry for the long wait, lovelies. I recently had my birthday, but the chapter is up and ready to read. Have you ever had a chapter where no matter how many times you write it, you're still not satisfied? This is one of those chapters. :/

-WingedIceWolf

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

Pit awoke upon a hard stone surface. His whole body ached, his mid-section burning like fire, and a heavy weight was upon his wings and wrists. He dared not open his eyes, and as he recalled what happened the pain came flooding back to him. There was a bit of a sting on his cheek as a cold breeze drifted past his face. He groaned and shifted his feet, the sound of cold metal clanking against stone and finally, he summoned the courage to open his eyes.

A figure laid near him, barely visible in the moonlight, unmoving and unbreathing. Pit was indeed chained to the wall and when he looked up farther, his eyes met with cold bars and the endless darkness behind them. He looked back at the figure, but to his surprise the figure didn't look human. In fact, it had thick fur and a long snout, tail wrapped around its leg. The wolf was hurt badly, arrows poking out from flesh and deep wounds oozing, a pool of blood beneath the creature.

Then it hit him. Where was Link? And why was he in the same cell as this wolf.

Pit wanted to find his companion, but he didn't wish to wake up the wolf. Maybe the wolf was here to devour his weak body, tortured to a frenzied state. But the wolf hadn't eaten him yet. Why?

The wolf stirred, releasing a familiar groan of pain mixed with a whimper and shortly thereafter, the wolf arose with a sharp yelp. Only one of his legs were chained and it limped on two others, glancing around the room while it struggled to stand. Pit watched as the wolf looked frantically around the room, ears lowered and mouth hanging open slightly. Was it searching for him?

His heart skipped a beat as the wolf's wild and blue eyed gaze fell upon him. Though, in those eyes lingered worry and pain, not anger or destruction. Who is this wolf? He seems familiar. The way he moves and watches me, even those eyes seem familiar.

The wolf inched towards him, ears laid back against his head and tail tucked between his legs. It was as if the wolf was being submissive or showing he wouldn't hurt him. Was it a trick? It laid down beside him, head down on its paws while it nudged Pit's side, mindful of the wounds.

"Why are you so friendly? And familiar?" The wolf nuzzled his hand, tail swishing.

"Where is Link?" Pit tried in a weak and pained voice. The wolf barked, tail swishing once more. "You know where he is?" Another bark. Pit was awfully confused until a symbol started glowing on the wolf's hand.

"Link…?" Pit asked in disbelief, looking up at the wolf. The wolf looked back at him with a wolfish grin and blue eyes. Link's blue eyes. But behind that grin of his hid pain and something Pit never thought he would see. Fear.

"Awake so soon, pets?" came a dark voice, startling the two. A figure was visible behind the bars, claws scraping across the stone wall. "Quite a fight you both put up, wolfy. Especially your Angel friend here."

Link growled, moving so he was in front of Pit. This scent Link knew well, and he wasn't allowing his companion to be harmed for his own triumph over the Dark Lord. Even though he was badly wounded, he could die fighting or die doing nothing. And nothing was something Link would never do.

"Link, no! Don't-" Pit nearly shouted before a sharp yelp hit his ears. The wolf in front of him slowly sunk to the floor, thrashing and writhing around as a dark cloud surrounded him. When Link stopped thrashing, he turned back to Pit with glowing red eyes and a fanged grin that twisted his gut.

"Kill him," the voice said, walking away with hands crossed behind back, a glow flickering from his hand.

Before Pit knew it, fangs tore into his flesh and his own scream filled his ears. He tried to kick Link without hurting him but the wolf was awfully strong. Muscle tore and warm blood soaked his bruised skin. Pit held out his crimson stained hand in attempt to stop the wolf as he snapped at his throat and to his surprise, Link backed up against the wall, snarling. The darkness faded from his eyes and he laid back his ears against his head, whimpering.

Pit slumped against the wall, vision fading in and out. His entire body felt as if it was on fire and he kept his teeth clenched, trying his hardest to avoid screaming. The wolf's mouth hung open with Pit's blood dripping from his fangs while he shrunk against the cold stone. Link's gaze fell upon him with regret, pain, fear and an apology that he couldn't say.

"It's not your fault," Pit said through clenched teeth, the taste of blood filling his mouth. "He made you do this."

Link whimpered, turning so his face was buried in the corner. He didn't want to look at his companion and if they were left here, which they probably would be, then Link would be responsible for his friend's death. This was all his fault and Ganondorf dragged Pit into a world and fight that wouldn't have been his. There was a sudden thump and when Link spun around the Angel had collapsed, blood dripping from his mouth with his eyes shut tightly. His pale face was twisted in pain and his wings were draped over him like crumbled leaves, bloodied feathers decorating the floor.

Oh no… Link thought as fear grew in his heart. He tried to rush to Pit and he found his pains were ten times as worse, but he kept going. The wolf collapsed next to him, head on his leg while he bit into it softly, hoping to wake up his companion. To his disappointment, the Angel only remained. Unmoving. And maybe even-

No. He had to stop himself from thinking that. But…

A jingle of the cell door stopped Link's train of thought, his heart pounding louder as the cell door creaked open. A cloaked figure stepped in, crouching down next to Link's chains. Link growled but the figure ignored him and there was a sudden bolt of red electricity and the chains slinked to the floor, making a loud clattering noise. Link watched the figure, the scent of her so familiar to him, but why?

The figure neared Link, dropping down on one knee as she prepared another bolt of electricity. They cut through the remaining chains on the wolf and he remained, shifting so he was closer to his companion.

"Shhh, wolfy. I'm here to free you and your friend," came a soft voice as the figure stroked his head. "Stay still, okay?" Her touch was so familiar and her voice but it was only when she cast back her hood that he recognized her. Before he could even respond he felt something tap his head and his body painfully changed back to himself.

Without a moment's hesitation he leaped at her and pulled her into a tight hug while tears streamed down his face. "Midna!"

The Twilight Queen hugged him back, careful of his wounds. She kissed him on the head before pulling away with a sad look in her eyes. "I missed you so much, Link. Just a year of separation in your years might seem like some simple thing for your kind but it feels like years before we have seen each other."

"I know," Link replied softly as he looked down at Pit. "Time passes differently in the Twilight Realm than in the Light Realm. A year in the Light World can be three years in the Twilight. I wish we had longer to talk but we both have other matters, my queen."

Midna nodded, her orange locks draping over her shoulders while they emitted a faint glow. She prepared another electric ball and freed the chains from the wall. Link held Pit's wrists so Midna could free him, careful to not harm the Angel.

"What happened to him?"

That was the question Link hoped she wouldn't ask.

"Me..." Link replied with a growl in his voice. "Ganondorf made me turn against him."

Midna dropped her gaze to the Angel with not only arrows poking out of his flesh but ripped open wounds as well, obviously caused by a wolf's fangs. He was covered in wounds from wings to feet and from what she could tell he was barely breathing, blood pouring from his wounds.

Link dropped down next to him, feeling the horrible pain race through his body. He slung the limp but light Angel over his back and put one arm around him, limping towards the open cell door where Midna stood. Pit hung his head low as if he was dead and Link prayed that that wouldn't be the case.

With a snap of her fingers, they were shrouded in twilight and when it cleared they stood in a brightly lit room full of decorative plants and vines, a crystal floor with flowers on the ceiling. The area had sunlight streaming through the vines, yet the place was very warm.

"You should have allowed me to take him. You probably hurt yourself further," the Twilight Queen said with her hands on her hips. Her scarlet eyes were fixed on him while she bit her bottom lip, twirling her orange hair in between her delicate fingers.

"He's my companion and I will do anything to assure he stays alive," the Hero replied strongly, struggling to stand on his feet. "You didn't happen to pick up our weapons, did you?"

"Actually, no. I did," came a girl's voice. A smile flickered across Midna's lips as the girl approached, her blonde hair swishing as she walked towards the three, clothing mixed with green, purple and red. "Allow me to take Pit, Link."

"If you take him I am coming," Link said, leaning against a tree trunk, the voices surrounding him sounding fuzzy.

"You can hardly stand. Why don't you stay with Midna while I get Pit fixed up?" the girl said with a sigh. "Look, I understand you are concerned but you shouldn't be moving about while wounded. I am Viridi, the Goddess of Nature and I already know you and Midna. Please just rest."

Link hated being treated like a child. He should have his own say in what he did or what he would do but everyone refused his requests. Everyone except Midna. True, he could barely stand and it felt like fire was running through his veins, but he wished to stay with his companion. It was then that he tasted the Angel's blood and he tried to let go of the memory of Pit's screams, but they remained fresh.

Maybe it would be better if he stayed away with Midna…

Viridi took Pit carefully, carrying him upstairs and as soon as she left, Link collapsed upon the soft bed, feeling extremely tired. He wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget what he had done, but Midna was here with him now and his worries started to melt like ice. Lying down and breathing alone were painful with all the arrows poking out of his flesh and he sat up as he attempted to remove the arrows.

Midna sat at the edge of the bed, placing her head on his uninjured shoulder while she wrapped her arms around him. The Hero welcomed her warm touch and relaxed, trying to calm his mind. He was extremely happy to see Midna back but it made no sense to him how she was here. But right now, he could care less.

"You are so stubborn, Link. Once we get you all fixed up you just need to rest and relax," Midna said softly, looking at all the arrows and other wounds. "I certainly hope they aren't poisoned…"

Link nodded his head, carefully removing his shirt even though it got caught on the arrows a few times. He threw the torn and bloodied shirt into a tub of water next to the bed. Midna took a few things from the vine shelf behind her and got to work, carefully rubbing a numbing salve over his wounds. He took a sharp breath and pulled away from her while the wounds began to sting. Midna apologized and once the salve had taken affect, she started removing the arrows. It hurt and that was something Link wouldn't deny, yet he would be able to sleep on his back again. Thankfully, none of the arrows had gone through, but there were several deep wounds that required some stitching.

After nearly an hour and a half the arrows were removed and Link was already feeling better now that the stupid arrows were gone. Though, he was still concerned for Pit. He had known Pit for a few days, but it felt as if he had known him for centuries, as if they were brothers.

Link shifted, moving towards the door, ignoring his awful pain and need to not stand, and to his surprise, Midna didn't stop him. She sighed and fallowed after him, wandering up the quartz steps gracefully. Once at the top of the stairs a large room opened to them, a table in the center with light streaming in through a huge glass window. Books lined the walls and willow trees decorated the dining room. There were two rooms, a huge one off to the right and to the left was another room, but not as large as the first. He really didn't have to think about which room to enter, as if by intuition.

As expected, the girl who had taken Pit's broken and beat up body was still tending to his numerous wounds in what was probably her guest room. The Goddess was careful in her every move, mumbling to herself as she worked. There was a sweet smell of pollen circulating the room as Link dropped down next to Pit, a look of concern in his eyes. From right here he could feel the heat radiating off of the Angel's skin and beads of sweat started forming on his brow, frightening to him.

Viridi glanced at Link who stopped her to examine the wounds. He had, of course, expected the arrow wounds and other scratches, but not the huge and inflamed wound before him. Three giant and deep claw marks tore across Pit's shoulder to his side, blood oozing from the wounds while a dark bruise formed around them. The wounds looked both threatening and possibly fatal, which only caused the Hylian to worry more. Worse was the fact that Pit was barely even breathing, seemingly lifeless. Link tried to recall what had happened, and then it suddenly came back to him.

He froze in place as a huge shadow being towered over him, eyes glowing a dark red. His sword dragged on the ground and he felt far too weak to raise his shield. Adrenalin pumped through his veins, fire running throughout his body as he tried to turn, but a scream was caught in his throat and he felt as if he was iced to the ground.

The creature raised its powerful claws and prepared to swipe, a screech filling the air. As he closed his eyes, prepared for the impact, a scream filled his ears and warm blood that was not his own coated his face. When he opened his eyes, his companion was doubled over on his knees, his blood painting the ground and his wings shielding Link's body.

"Pit!" he had cried before he was clubbed from behind. He collapsed, vision blurry as he watched Pit yanked to his feet forcefully, blood staining his hand. The shadow being swiped at his face and Pit flinched before falling unconscious, becoming limp in the creature's grasp. The world slowly faded away, like a distant memory…

"Pit, you idiot," Link cursed, watching the Angel's labored breath with his pointed ears laid back. "That should have been me, not you…this was not your fight…"

"Link," came Midna's soft voice as she laid a hand on his bandaged shoulder. "You tried your best to protect him, but sometimes heroes don't always succeed. You cannot blame yourself."

"He would have had a better chance of survival if not for me," he replied with a growl, turning so he was staring at the wall. He felt a sudden urge to take his anger out on something, but what good would that do? Maybe his anger came from the effects of the Dark Lord's magic. Or maybe he was mad at himself…but Midna was right. "He's really sick and probably poisoned and I have increased his chances of defeat."

"Palutena has been captured by Ganondorf, Link. I saw it happen, but I was unable to do anything. He is more powerful it seems and I can sense Dark Pit's presence growing weaker. You have to help them!" Viridi demanded, a plead in her silver eyes.

"I promise," Link promised, bowing slightly. "Yet I cannot take action now. I have need to recover from my wounds and Midna would kill me if I went alone without any help."

Midna nodded, casting a smirk at him while she hugged him from behind once more. "You've learned well, wolfy. But knowing you are a stubborn as a goat, I doubt you will remain doing nothing while your friend lies dying. We have to hope that he will survive."

The Hylian nodded, beginning to feel very uneasy. He swooned a little but steadied himself, blonde hairs shadowing his eyes. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice, so he headed back downstairs. As he stepped on the bottom step, a feeling crept over him as if someone had breathed ice on his neck. He felt someone or something was watching him, waiting for the right moment to strike and his heart began to race. A sudden voice seemed to come from all directions, a deep menacing voice that he had heard before.

Come to Arbiter's Grounds after the sun sets if you want your friends to live. Come alone or else the Angels will suffer…

BUMMM BUMM BUMMMMMMMMM!

Thanks for reading and reviewing! This chapter is dedicated to HeroineLinkle.

-WingedIceWolf