A/N Alright, this is my first story, so although any constructive criticism is appreciated, please don't flame me. This will be rated M just to be on the safe side due to how violent the story should be. Also, my updating will be irregular, because I'm a college student. My schedule is kinda crazy.

Disclaimer: I own none of the stories referenced in this story.

Pit was relaxing near the pond outside of Palutena's Palace. The Goddess of Light had practically ordered him to take a break. He had been fighting Chaos' armies for years now, it seemed, ever since he had died and became an angel.

He sighed, remembering his first adventure. Medusa, one of Chaos' most powerful generals, had taken over the Realm of Light. He was ten years old, then. He had only died a month before that, killed in a battle at Athens, where he lived. He still had the occasional nightmare of his death.

He had been overlooked by Medusa's army, being the child he was, but that didn't stop them from casting him into the underworld. He remembered the fear he felt then, the pain of his injuries. He had cried for a long time, huddled in a corner under a cliff. He closed his eyes, remembering.

*Flashback*

Pit whimpered as he shifted his weight. His broken leg had begun to get stiff where it was. He had been in the underworld for a full day now, and he hadn't moved from the spot under the cliffwhere he now sat. He was scared. Looking into the sky, he could see demons flying in the air, fighting some of the angels who had fallen down here during the battle. They were high enough that they only seemed to be tiny dots, but he was terrified a demon would see him and come to finish him.

What happened if a dead boy... died?

It didn't look good. The angels were losing, that much was clear. A loud crash to his left made his head snap to the source. An angel had just been hit into the ground from above. He looked dead.

Pit started to crawl over to him. He didn't know what to do. What could he do? When he reached the angel, he saw that, though severely injured, he wasn't dead. "A-are y-you okay?"

Pit was startled at the question. He shook his head, looking down at his leg. The angel coughed. "Hey- hey, kid- what's your name?"

"P-Pit, sir."

"Well, Pit, it-it looks like it's going to be up t-to you now," the angel said, holding a bow out to him. Pit recognized him now. Everyone recognized this angel. This was Gabriel, the captain of Palutena's Army. And the bow was the Sacred Bow of Light, crafted by Palutena.

"Wh-what?"

"I'm... too injured. You're the only one nearby. If-if I die without passing the bow on, it's powers will be broken- and all *cough* all hope will be lost. You're the only one near who can take it. P-please."

"B-but I- I'm just a kid! I don't- I don't know the first thing about battle! I've only been an angel a month, I can't do this!"

"Y-you have to. P-please. I'm beg-*cough*-begging you. Please."

Reluctantly, Pit reached for the bow. When he touched it, he felt a warmth blossom in his chest. Light- goodness- purity. That's what the bow made him feel.

"H-hey, Pit, that leg looks bad."

Gabriel reached out to the bloody, purpled appendage and touched it, closing his eyes. "Cure."

Pit felt a sharp pain rake across his leg's nerves, then.. nothing. He looked down and saw a perfectly healthy leg where once there was a broken limb that would most certainly have not made it.

"Good... l u c k. . ."

Pit panicked. "Gabriel! Gabriel, sir, no! Please! I don't know how to do this! Please!"

*End Flashback*

Gabriel had died, of course, and Pit was left to fend for himself, holding the only weapon that could beat back Medusa's armies in his hands. The Realm of Light's only hope. That had sucked.

But eventually, he stopped crying and started walking. He didn't know how to fly. He had never been taught. At most, he may have learned how to glide. So he climbed, and climbed, fighting off minor demons the only way he knew how- with tiny arrows, so weak you would never think he held the bow of light in his hands. It was this that allowed him to make it far enough to obtain the true arrows of light, which had been absorbed from the bow by Medusa during the fight with Gabriel.

Then she started to take notice of him. She sent more and more of her forces after him, after that. It was absolutely terrifying, and Pit thought his heart would stop. Several times, in fact.

However, in spite of this, he was able to obtain the Mirror Shield and Wings of Icarus. Then came one of the most terrifying moments of his life. Facing Medusa herself.

*Flashback*

Pit stood across from Medusa in the ruined throne room, the one that once belonged to Palutena. He remembered arriving here just after his death. He had been in awe of its beauty. White marble had reflected the bright light, diamonds creating a spectrum throughout the room. It was the purest thing he had ever seen. Now, it was overgrown with black thorns, the diamonds dull and opaque, rubble strewn everywhere.

And Medusa was sitting in what had once been a pure white throne, now black and ugly.

She stood up. "So, you've made it this far. Well done, Pit, well done indeed. But what makes you think you can succeed where Gabriel failed, what makes you think that you can destroy the Queen of Darkness?"

Pit swallowed nervously. He was sweating, and his limbs were all shaking from fright. He hesitated. Why did he believe he could win? He didn't. If he was honest with himself, he expected to die here. Voice unsteady and higher than normal, he replied slowly. "I don't."

Medusa raised an eyebrow. Pit ploughed onward. "I don't think I can beat you. You're the Goddess of Darkness, and I'm just... me."

"Then why don't you give up? Why not join me. You know you cannot win, but you are powerful for your age. You could be the greatest of demons, second to only me. Why fight a losing battle, child? If you work hard, you could become a general of Chaos, just like me."

Pit steeled his nerve, eyes hardening slightly. He replied, as steadily as he could, "I can't. Even if I die, I can't turn my back on them. I could never live with myself. That... that is why, I will fight you with all I have, and if I must die... so be it."

He charged forward, bow at his side. He leaped, bringing one side of the bladed bow down at her head. Faster than he could see, Medusa caught it. "Very well. You have chosen your fate. Rest forever in the Dark Abyss!"

With that, a wave of crushing darkness knocked him into the large double doors at the entrance to the throne room. He fell to his knees, arm across his gut as he coughed up a small bit of blood. Wiping it from his jaw, he nocked a light arrow, firing it at her quickly. She swatted it aside, disappearing and then reappearing in front of him. Her hand shot out, grabbing his throat and squeezing tightly.

He screamed as loud as he could, but most of the sound was cut off by the tight constriction of his windpipe.

"Foolish boy!"

She slammed him into the door, hard. More blood found its way out of his mouth, landing on Medusa'a hand. She was unfazed. Turning swiftly, she tossed him into a group of thorns hanging from one of the windows fourty feet in the air. He felt his wing bend and he was sure it broke. Nevertheless, pushing through the pain, he grit his teeth and activated the Wings of Icarus.

The Wings of Icarus allowed him to float for only a short time. He intended to use it all. He nocked several arrows, firing them all at once. Curving away from each other, then toward Medusa all at once, they suddenly stopped when she flicked her hand, and all them turned black, turning to face Pit, and flew at him. In his surprise, Pit froze.

Each arrow hit its mark. They solidified upon hitting him, sticking out of his body as he fell. There were a few in his wings, two in each arm, through his legs, and a couple that penetrated his torso. One his eyes appeared to have been impaled by the thorns he landed on. He lay still when he landed. Medusa slowly approached. Once she was close, she picked him up by his hair, holding him out in front of her.

"One last chance. Join us, Pit. We can give you so much more power than the pitiful light ever could. Darkness is the nature of life. It has always been and shall always be. Light... is fleeting. It is worthless and shallow. You don't have to die."

Pit's body convulsed as he threw up blood. Damn, punctured lung. "I'll say this... where you c-can understand it."

Pit's body was wracked with coughs. Then he spit blood into her face. Her head turned to the side when it hit. She slowly turned to face it. "Darkness will win... over my- d-dead b-body!"

He swung the bow at her face. She caught it with her free hand. "A pity. However, it can be arranged."

She slammed him into the wall, his body staying upright in the crater it formed Medusa back up, then held her hands out at him.

Darkness gathered in her palms. The entire room seemed to turn black. Pit closed his eye, body limp, preparing for the end.

It didn't come. There was a large crash, followed by a yell of rage. Pit's good eye opened and he looked up. There, attacking Medusa, was the one who had brought him to the Realm of Light when he died, Pegasus. Medusa was holding one of her arms, blood dripping from the fingers of her limp appendage.

Pegasus continued to fight with Medusa, and Pit watched with his one good eye, entranced by the pure light that shown from the beast. Painfully, he propped his arms on the wall, pushing himself from the indentation his body made, and nocked an arrow. It was hard to aim with one eye, but his aim was true. It pierced the Gorgon Queen in the heart. She looked down in shock. Then, her face contorted in rage.

"Fine."

She pulled the arrow out, then held her hands up. A large blast of darkness formed in her hands. She tossed it directly at Pit. This was it, Pit thought, as the blast approached. "I'm sorry, Palutena. I tried."

But the blast never hit. He looked up at the sound of a whinny. Pegasus had stopped the blast by taking it, himself. "No..." Pit whispered. He staggered to the downed horse. For the first time since he got the bow, he cried.

Pegasus whinnied weakly, touching Pit's forehead with his horn. A symbol began to glow on his forehead. Pit felt energy surge throughout his body, and he felt powerful. Glancing at his wings, he saw them healed, and much larger than before.

He looked at Medusa again, who looked enraged. She tossed another blast of Darkness at him. Pit jumped, his wings allowing him to soar high above the blast. They glowed with an ethereal blue light now, and Pit flew straight at Medusa. He soared around the blasts she tossed at him, flying in a circle around her. He charged, swinging his bow. Medusa tried to dodge, but she was cut on her cheek. She looked a little shocked, but turned and hissed.

The snakes in her hair extended, fangs elongating and dripping venom. They shot forward at Pit, extending without any apparent limit, and bit into him. Pit screamed as the venom entered his body.

He flew high up and, flying and dodging the snakes, shot arrows at her. Some hit, some didn't. Despite the burning pain of the venom in his veins, he pressed on. Soon, though, it became too much for him, and he fell, bleeding from bites all over. He was breathing hard, his punctured lung giving him trouble. Medusa, covered in mostly superficial cuts, said, "And so it ends."

He closed his eye, and thought in his head. "Please, help me, Palutena. I know you don't have much to give, but anything you can do... anything you have left... I need it. If I die, it's all over. Please."

Sensing something different in the room, he looked up. Medusa was looming over him, a ball of sickly magic in her hand. Then he saw them... if he could just hold out long enough to get there.

Just when she threw it, Pit quickly drew the mirror shield. He held it in front of himself, and when the blast hit, it flew back at Medusa. Surprised, she only partially blocked it as it pushed her back. Quickly activating the Wings of Pegasus, he flew to the ceiling above the throne and grabbed two golden rings that were embedded in it. Quickly putting them on his left arm, he drew his bow, nocking an arrow and aiming it at her. The golden ringlets glowed, flying around the arrow and circling it. He let it go, and a blast of holy light surged through the arrow as it flew. It struck, and Medusa let out an earsplitting scream. Pit sighed in relief, the armlets circling his arm still. He closed his eye and leaned against the wall. He was so tired. Maybe... just a small nap... wouldn't. . . h u r t . . .

*End Flashback*

As it turned out, Medusa wasn't dead. She would have killed him right then, if it hadn't been for the timely arrival of a group of centurions that had been attacking. She was injred enough that they managed to finish her, luckily enough.

He had nearly lost his eye. If it hadn't been for her... but he'll get to that later.

When Medusa died, Palutena was freed. Pit returned the bow, and the sacred rings, along with the treasures back to her. Not that she wanted him to. No, she wanted him to lead her armies. But Pit had wanted nothing more than to live his life... er, afterlife in peace. So, Palutena had placed the treasures in three temples in the palace. She declared that whoever managed to get all three would be her new captain.

Pit's luck sure was horrible. A year later, they had been attacked again, by the army of Orcos. Pit, deciding that he had to try, went after the treasures once again. He got them all, of course, and confronted Orcos in the very room he had nearly died in, where Palutena was petrified. He was every bit as powerful as Medusa had been. Pit sighed, thinking back on his second fight with a Dark General.

*Flashback*

Pit burst into the throne room and nocked an arrow as soon as he did so. Looking around quickly, he saw nothing and began to lower it. Then the doors slammed shut behind him. He turned and fired a light arrow as quickly as he could. It missed. The demon chuckled. "Okay, skip the foreplay, then."

"Yeah, well, last time foreplay almost got me killed, so you'll excuse me for this."

Pit ran up as quick as he could, splitting his bow into the dual swords he recently discovered they could become. Swinging one down, and another from the side, he managed to just nick Orcos' side. He knocked the blades away, causing Pit to stumble back a bit. He was wide open, and he got a fist to the chest that sent him flying backwards. Crashing through the throne, Pit quickly scurried to stand. He shot another light arrow at him, followed quickly by one supercharged with the rings. Both missed, but Pit used the distraction to fly into the air using the Wings of Pegasus. He rapid-fired more super arrows.

They hit home, but Orcos extended his own wings and took flight, claws jutting from his fingers as a sword materialized in his hand. Pit quickly split his own, using them to block it. Pit knocked the sword to the side, stabbing forward with his blades. Orcos' claws on his other hand blocked it. He brought the sword down on Pit's shoulder while holding both his blades. Pit screamed as it hit his shoulder, slicing almost to where his wing began. Gritting his teeth, Pit let go of the bow, letting it fall, in favor of grabbing Orcos' arm pushing it away, causing him to pull the sword out.

Pit landed, falling to his knees as he held his shoulder. He couldn't move it. He grabbed one of his blades with his good hand and leapt at Orcus, stabbing at his chest, but it was to no avail. Orcus blocked it, and swung his sword wide, hitting hard at Pit's stomach. He flew back into one of the walls, and sat still for a moment. Slowly, very slowly, he got up holding his bloody stomach. Blood dribbled down his chin. He wiped out it off.

He took out the mirror shield, strapping it to his limp arm and picked up his blade. The other side disappeared from the other part of the room, reappearing attache to the now-complete bow. Pit ran at Orcos, turning his body to catch the sword on his shield as Orcos swung it. He twirled the bow quickly, causing it to form a ring. The dual blades, attached at the handle, dealt tons of small blows on him, but only superficial ones. Orcos caught it with his hand. Thrusting his sword forward, he impaled Pit on it.

Pit looked down in shock. He looked back up at Orcos, then fell as he pulled the blade out.

He had almost died again. Would have died, again. But, miraculously, he was once again saved. As he had fell, something fell from his pocket. A bottle. A bottle filled with Water of Life. Given to him by the same person who healed him after the Medusa battle, just before he left to get the items back. That was quite a while ago.

He had forgotten it.

Orcos' back was turned. He grabbed it, hand shaking, and popped the top off. Drinking it quickly, he could feel warmth all over as it went down. His wounds burned. A lot. But then, it was over. He looked down. He was healed. Nocking an arrow at Orcos' back, he added all the strength from the rings as he could, then fired. Orcos sensed it, and turned, but it was too late.

The arrow went through his chest, leaving a foot wide hole just above where his heart was. Orcos looked down in shock, then collapsed.

*End Flashback*

Pit had survived on luck, in that battle mostly. He knew that if they were ever attacked again, he would be unable to not fight. So, at the age of eleven (almost twelve!), Pit became the general of Palutena's Army.

It was two years later, just before what would have been Pit's fourteenth birthday if he were alive, he got word of the Darkness moving to take over the Realm of Trophies, the world between Darkness and Light, where neither was truly clear.

Well, he says he got word. In reality he had been watching a fight in the Smash ! Tournament when he saw the 'Subspace' Bomb go off.

Well, Tabuu called himself the God of Subspace, but it wasn't true subspace, just another form of Darkness. So, with Palutena's blessing, he departed to help them.

That was when he met one of the heroes of that world, Mario. Quiet guy, but a good person to have your back. Anyway, the rest is history. Pit fought the Darkness of that world with his newfound allies. When he reached Tabuu, he had thought it would be a piece of cake. I mean, it was, like, twenty-nine against one. But Tabuu had proven too strong for all of them, stronger than Medusa and Orcos combined. He defeated them all with one swift blow, a three-ringed wave of pure power that turned them all into trophies. When Pit awoke next, it was to see Kirby standing over him. How did he turn back? Pit still doesn't know. Regardless, he helped Kirby gather and revive the others, along the way picking up Ness, Luigi, and King Dedede. And, oddly enough, Bowser, Wario and Ganondorf. We wnt to face Tabuu again.

*Flashback*

Tabuu's wings were extending again. Pit hurriedly stepped in front of the others, holding up the Mirror Shield. Well, one of them. Turns out, Link has a Mirror Shield, too. He wasn't far behind Pit, holding his own. Zelda covered herself in Nayru's Love, and a few others, such as Fox and Falco, covered themselves in shields as well, standing in the front lines.

Tabuu was just about to release the Off Waves, but then, from behind them, a blue blur sped forward and hit Tabuu's wing. Turning quickly, it went through the other, speeding to a stop just in front of them. Mario nodded to the blue hedgehog, who Pit would learn later was named Sonic. Tabuu floated down and landed in front of them. He smirked at them. His voice seemed to echo.

"So, you all think you can defeat me. How... naïve."

Pit rushed at him. He could hear others with him. The first to reach him was Meta Knight, who swung Galaxia at Tabuu horizontally. Tabuu caught it, hitting Meta Knight with one of the Chains of Light that he had used on Master Hand, the ruler of the Realm of Trophies. Sheik (when did Zelda transform?) kicked at his head. He caught it, and then Pit reached him, swinging from the opposite side Sheik was on. He caught that, too. Sheik jumped back, throwing her needles at him as an arrow flew at him from behind Pit, courtesy of Link. From behind Tabuu, Captain Falcon used his Falcon Punch. Unfortunately, Tabuu ducked, and he ended up decking Pit.

He didn't know what happened next. When he woke up, it was to the sight of his fellows strewn about unconscious, only Ike and Sonic seemed to still be fighting. No one had noticed Pit was awake. He grabbed the red stone on his shoulder and removed it, attaching it to his bow. He nocked an arrow, taking aim, and put the energy of his rings into it.

"GET BACK!"

He yelled as he fired it. Ike and Sonic jumped back in time to dodge. Tabuu wasn't so lucky.

But it didn't matter. He was only mildly injured from the huge blast. Impossible! That blast had been taller than Pit. They all stared in shock.

Once again, luck was on their side. They heard a whirring above, which roused the others, and a ship passed over their heads. Someone had jumped out. Fox seemed to recognize him. Wolf got into a fighting pose. They nodded, but before anything else could happen, he heard a tune... a short one.

Looking behind himself, he saw what he would describe as a Mini-Link. They called him Toon Link later on. He was putting away a white baton. The weird thing was that he was standing in a ship. He learned later that Toon had used the Ballad of Gales to get there. Apparently, you have to be on a boat for it to work. He slid down a rope using his shield, drawing his sword as he landed.

Finally, he heard a pleasant melody across from him, a few meters behind Tabuu. Another pink puffball, Jigglypuff, had appeared there. Everyone stood still for a long time, then everything was chaos as everyone attacked at once.

Pit couldn't describe the fight- he couldn't keep up, so much was going on. All he knew was that at the end, Mario was holding a sphere that seemed to have two lines through it, one on the left, one at the bottom, splitting it into four different size parts. His eyes started to glow, and then he unleashed a monster of a fireball. Everyone added their attacks to it, Pit included. It looked like what he would describe as a magical maelstrom.

*End Flashback*

Tabuu died. How could he not? Everyone went their separate ways after that.

That was a month ago. He missed the friends he had made. Palutena had ordered him to relax a little while. So he was here, relaxing at the pond outside the palace, laying down and staring at the Cerulean sky. He closed his eyes again, just feeling the wind blow.

He felt movement nearby. He cracked one eye open, then smiled.

"Hello Sophia."

"Pit."

Sophia was a godsend. She was the one who healed him after the battle with Medusa. It was she who had given him the Water of Life that saved him from Orcos.

If it weren't for her, Pit would be one-eyed, one-winged, and most likely dead.

Pit always felt happy around her. He didn't know what it was, but when she was with him, he felt warm, and happier than at any other times. She always knew what to say, it seemed, to make him feel good no matter what the situation was.

"How are you?" he asked, sitting up and leaning back, arms holding him up.

"Oh, fine. I heard from the guards that you were here, so I decided to visit. How are you? No missing eyes, broken wings...?"

Pit laughed a little. "I'm fine. Palutena ordered me to take a vacation. Can you believe it?"

It was her turn to laugh. "I can. I was the one who told her to."

Pit fell back in surprise. "Wh-what?"

"Well, more like yelled and screamed until she agreed."

"Y-you?"

She laughed at his shock. "Yep. You need to rest, doctor's orders. Captain, you may be, but you're still a kid."

Pit pouted a little, "Hey, I'm almost as old as you!"

"True, but I'm not fighting Chaos, other than healing the soldiers."

Sophia was an odd angel. When she was alive, she had powers. She could heal minor injuries. When she died, that power was only amplified. Despite being fifteen, she was the best healer in the Realm of Light.

"But-but-"

"Hey, you had a good time, didn't you? A full month of no fighting, no worrying... you deserved it."

"I... I suppose..."

"What's wrong?"

"I just want it to end. The war."

She put an arm around his shoulders. "Hey. It will. You'll see. You're a great captain, Pit, I know you'll be able to do it."

"But what if I can't? What if I lose, or what if-"

She put a finger to his mouth to stop him. "You won't."

She removed it and Pit smiled and laid back, arms under his head and eyes closed. "I think you're the only person around who's willing to yell at the Goddess and interrupt me when I'm talking."

She giggled. "Someone's got to keep you to in line."

Pit sat back up, unintentionally putting his face inches in front of hers. He almost whispered, "And who keeps you in line?"

They both stared at each other silently for a moment. Before anything else could happen, one of the centurions rushed to him. "Captain!"

Their heads snapped to him. "Captain! Captain! We need you!"

Pit looked longingly at Sophia for only a moment before he stood and ran as fast as he could after the centurion. It led him to the scrying room. Palutena was there.

"We have a problem, Pit."

"What is it, Madame?"

"Earth. Look."

She pointed at the scrying bowl. What he saw shook him. Olympus was under attack. By Titans. "What happened? How could this be?"

She waved her hand, and Pit saw a man with pale white skin and red markings all over his body, holding... "IS THAT THE BLADE OF OLYMPUS HE'S HOLDING?"

"I'm afraid so."

"How could this be? Why would the fates allow it. The sisters- they'd never permit it!"

"The sisters are dead. Kratos has killed them and used their power to gather the Titans. He seeks the death of Zeus."

Pit was shaking. The Realm of Light, where he lived, superseded Earth and Olympus. But if Olympus fell, the Realm of Light would be open to attack. Olympus was where the main gate to the Realm was, and if the Gods couldn't guard it...

They were doomed.

He had to go. Now.

"I'm leaving now, Goddess. I will stop him or I will die trying."