This is it. My novelization of Kid Icarus: Uprising. One that I hope will do the game the justice it deserves. Now this is my first time novelizing an entire game, so I'm going to pour my heart and soul into this Fanfic. To that end, I encourage reviews and feedback. Now a few things I should warn you about. First off, like the game, This story has no fourth wall. Second, when you see writing in italics, that means one of the gods are talking to Pit telepathically. Also, some scenes and dialogue might be changed. Otherwise, it should follow the game.

This is merely the prologue to whet your appetite, so if it looks short, then I apologize. Also, beware of spoilers for those who have not played the game. Please read, review, and I DO hope you enjoy.

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Kid Icarus: Uprising

A groan escaped Medusa's lips as consciousness slowly returned to her. After the blissful sensation of feeling weightless, the slow return to life was exhausting. Once she opened her eyes, she awoke with a start and looked around frantically to find herself... in her castle. And more specifically, on her throne. She sunk back into her seat and began to ponder on the burning question on her mind: How the hell is she still alive? She took a few moments to try to think on what happened. But try as she might, she could remember nothing before her fight with Pit, the Captain of Palutena's Guard.

But the moment her thoughts shifted towards Pit and Palutena, she felt a familiar twinge of anger. She summoned a mirror using her magic. Holding it up to her face, she saw her true hideous self: A green skinned monster with a single, red, cycloptic eye and orange snakes in her raven hair. This was the face that Palutena cursed her with when she banished her from Skyworld. That was when the anger began to grow. It was all her fault. She turned her into the monster she is. She banished her to the Underworld. She had her little minion, Pit, hunt her down like an animal. Her rage began to build as thoughts of bloody retribution against Palutena and her precious angel formed in her mind. Eventually her rage became too much to control and she smashed the mirror against the arm of her chair with an enraged yell.

Taking a few deep breaths to reign in her anger, her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "That's seven years bad luck, Lady Medusa. Hoo hoo hoo!" Medusa looked around to ascertain the source of the voice. "Who said that?" she asked. "Show yourself!"

"Why Lady Medusa, I'm wounded! Truly I am! I know it's been awhile, but surely you haven't forgotten your most trusted adviser?" the voice replied. Medusa took a few moments to think on it. But that's when realization struck. "Tanatos?" She asked.

"Correct!" Tanatos replied. "It's nice to see that you haven't changed m'lady."

"Where are you?" she asked, not one to indulge in pleasantries. "The same place I've been since the last game: In your hair." He replied. And immediately, a small green snake jumped out of Medusa's hair. It had pink, beady eyes with x's in them and large blue lips with a small fang protruding from the upper lip.

"How did I get here?" Medusa asked.

"Hmm... Good question. I wish I had the answer." Tanatos remarked.

"How long has it been?" Medusa asked.

"25 years. The world's pretty much at peace now. Everyone has pretty much forgotten us." Tanatos replied.

"That's usually what happens when something old goes out of style." A female voice said. A blue flame began to manifest until it formed a face with pink eyes and a fanged mouth. At the top of the flame was a gold ring, giving it the appearance of hair tied in a ponytail. "Ah, Pandora, Goddess of Calamity and Disasters. Nice to see you're still living." Medusa mused.

"If you can count this as living." Pandora remarked. "But I suppose it is preferable than being slain by an angel."

"So it's been 25 years, eh? And people have forgotten us? That will never do at all." Medusa said as she waved a hand in front of her face. It caused her to gain a new face, one with white skin and black eyes with a large tattoo on the left eye. It was a spell she created years ago to create a mask of beauty. She couldn't completely undo Palutena's spell, but she could at least hide her true face. "I think it's time to change that."

"So what are your orders?" Tanatos asked.

"Ready the troops. Tell them we attack now." Medusa said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Pandora asked. "I mean, you did just wake up from a 25 year old nap. Don't you want to at least wait to regain your strength?"

"Destiny and revenge wait for no Goddess. And as a wise person once said, There's no time like the present. Besides, it's been so long since I last saw my old friends Pit and Palutena and I missed so much. We have a lot to catch up on." Medusa replied with a sinister smile on her lips.

In the lush, beautiful realm of Skyworld, there stood a glorious Temple. This was the home of Palutena, the Goddess of Light and ruler of Skyworld. Palutena was soaking in the royal hot spring, her usual spot during her days off. With the world at peace since Medusa's defeat, she had been using them more frequently. After all, the danger's gone. So why not have some time to yourself? "Nothing could possibly ruin this day." She mused to herself. And nothing should, right?

Unfortunately for Palutena, her spa session was interrupted by a frantic knock on the door. "Come In." she said with a small hint of annoyance. In charged a little man dressed in a brown toga with sandals and a yellow helmet with wings on it. This was a Centurion, one of the rank-and-file members of her army. However, they are very fragile and can die easily in battle, so much so that even Palutena jokes about it. The Centurion had a harried look about him, almost as if he escaped straight out of the bowels of the Underworld itself. The Centurion took a few moments to catch his breath before giving a low bow. "Forgive the intrusion, Lady Palutena but I've received troubling news."

"What is it? The humans started another war?" Palutena asked, used to these types of reports.

"Worse. A human town is under attack by the Underworld Army!" The centurion replied.

"You're joking right? The Underworld Army was defeated long ago." Palutena said.

"I wish I was. See for yourself." Palutena gave a sigh and used her Eye of Palutena to view the town. And sure enough, she caught on to the sight of Underworld monsters wreaking havoc on a nearby town. The sight of it sickened her, but it also brought a more horrifying thought: If these were Underworld monsters, then that could only mean one thing... She has returned. Medusa has returned. Palutena fell silent for a few moments, then spoke in an unusually serious tone, "I need to be alone."

"Understood." came the reply. The centurion gave another low bow before leaving the room. Once he was gone, Palutena began making a telepathic call.

Meanwhile, in the training room, there was a young angel lifting weights. This was Pit, the Captain of Lady Palutena's Guard, and her most loyal servant. Physically, he looked to be around 13. His hair was brown with many tuffs in it. His skin was fair and he had large blue eyes. He wore a white chitin that was decorated with red and gold hems on the bottom. It was fastened on the shoulder by a single gold pin with a ruby-like gem embedded on it. He wore the outfit with a brown belt with silver edges and a gold, triangular buckle on his waist. He also wore navy blue tights beneath his chitin. The angel had a pair of bronze and gold cuffs on his wrists, a gold bracelet on his upper left arm, and another gold ring on his right thigh. His sandals were brown and decorated with crossing, beige bands. The top edges of his shoes had what appeared to be white fur or wool.

Pit was unique among angels in that he couldn't fly. It was a defect from birth. His wings lacked the certain element that enabled flight. This of course made him the victim of many a bully, but Palutena saw something special within him. So, she raised the young angel herself, trained him, taught him everything she knew. Eventually, Pit rose through the ranks and became the Captain of the Guard. His skills are so great that he's basically the main muscle of Palutena's army, singlehandedly accomplishing several missions assigned to him.

Pit was in the training room doing his daily workout routine, only to be interrupted by a telepathic call from Lady Palutena. "Pit. Pit. It's time to report for duty Pit." she said. "Lady Palutena!" Pit replied. "What's happening?"

"There's no time to explain, Pit. It's time to head out." she replied.

"Understood!" Pit shouted as he ran to the arms altar to pick out a weapon from the huge selection it contained. He immediately grabbed his Palutena Bow, his signature weapon and the first one granted to him by Palutena. Once done he began to head out the door, but once he got to the door and looked out he was stopped by an anxious thought. "But Lady Palutena. I can't fly." Pit said.

"Don't worry about that. I'll take care of it. Now go!" Palutena replied.

"If you say so." Pit said as he hopped out the door. He was fully expecting to hit the ground, so imagine his surprise when his wings began glowing with blue light and he found himself floating. "I can fly. I can fly!" Pit shouted with joy. "How did you-?"

"I'll explain on the way. Now let's hurry!" Palutena shouted.

"Alright! Get ready, world! Pit's back and he's better than ever!" The angel shouted as he flew off into the horizon.

Well that's the prologue. The story will really begin soon. So stay tuned and please review.

Next Chapter Summary: The Return of Palutena. The Underworld Army begins its assault on the human realm and Pit and Palutena must stop them. Will they rise to the challenge? Find out next time on Kid Icarus: Uprising!