Salutations! My name is Magician Irono. So who loves some good ol' fantasy with monster butt-kicking and an underdog hero? I know that I sure do!

So this is my first Kid Icarus fan-fiction story, based on the Uprising game. This should take place after the game, but if you find any flaws concerning the time in which this takes place, please let me know. Any flaws, in general, actually. Go ahead, be critical about my work. Tell me what you liked or hated the most about the story. I'm interested in your thoughts.

So, after all that verbiage, we have the disclaimer. Nintendo owns Kid Icarus and has done great with Pit's new design (you gotta agree). Enjoy the show!

Chapter 1: The Assignment

Evil doesn't rest. That fact is quite evident from the amount of murders, robberies, rapes, and other such crimes that run rampant on earth from the most populous cities to the most barren of wastelands. So for the soldiers of Skyworld, a day off hardly comes by. The monsters of the underworld thrive where peace does not. Skyworld's best and worst are doing everything within their power to suppress the dark forces of Hades, who still cause chaos without a leader. And the centurions don't mind a single bit, for each day is a new opportunity to serve their lovely goddess of light, Lady Palutena.

So it was a strange event for Pit's mission to serve Viridi on a temporary leave.

"Why does Viridi need me," asked the young angel. "Do you think the humans are destroying her territory?"

This was a private meeting in Palutena's quarters. Normally she didn't have too much time to clean due to her duties as a goddess, so the room would have the appearance of one under the ownership of a teenager. The bed would be an unruly pile of blankets and clothes scattered about. But today, not a single item stood out of place. Surely this must be an important assignment if she were to go through all this trouble.

"She did not give me the details," replied the deity. " Viridi simply said, 'Please send Pit at your convenience- I have a special mission for him.' Her motive is unknown to me."

"But she said 'at your convenience,' Lady Palutena. Maybe it's not that serious."

"She requested you, Pit." The goddess suddenly became stern. "It must be to an extent."

The brunette teenager constricted his mouth to stop the proud grin from showing itself. "So where does Viridi want to meet? Even if she is not in a hurry, I should try to get there ASAP."

"She never specified, but I imagine her temple is fine. Here."

The goddess extended her hand, as if to give a small gift. A small ball of light pooled in her palm with an undulating surface. Then, as though there were a glass coating, the ball shattered, releasing an endless number of white hot hairs. Pit watched in awe as they wove into each other and took on a definite shape. As the pieces slid into place, new colors rippled across the solid form. The fresh product was mostly shaded in something akin to a fine silver, but had been adorned in opal lining and embellishments that shimmered in every color imaginable, not to mention those in between. A clock gear had been slid onto the handle, loose enough to turn, but snug so it wouldn't slide.

An archer's bow.

Pit grinned. Being the general of Palutena's army, of course he would find a bit pleasure in getting a new toy to play with. The angel eagerly reached for the weapon, but halted. He looked up to the goddess. "May I-"

She gave a simple nod. "This is a prototype," she explained as Pit took the item for examination. "I'm trying to decide whether or not it would be useful for the army. Since you would be going to help Viridi, I figured it would be a good chance to have it tested. And who better to do so than the captain of my legions?"

The angel smiled at her compliment, but that did not distract him from admiring the bow. It was not stringed. Pit new better. He held up the weapon, aiming at a lone cloud in the sky. He positioned his hand, arched two fingers, and drew back. A lining shimmered like a spider's thread. An arrow illuminated into existence with a black aura. Pit startled at the sight. "Lady Palutena-"

"Don't worry," she said. The angel looked to Palutena. "It's got a multi-energy capacity feature. Switch the dial and change the power of the arrow.

Turning his gaze back to the weapon, Pit continued to gaze in disbelief. His eyes fell on the clock gear. Ammunition for ammunition, he wondered. Apprehensively, the angel twisted the gear one notch. When the arrow was drawn, it shimmered like fine glass as an icy steam rolled to the ground. The next was a dancing stage for vibrant fire and the one after constructed of hard steel.

"Plus you can use it for melee battle," said the goddess. She gently plucked the weapon from Pit's grip, who returned the action with a dejected frown. A small click sounded from the handle. Palutena drew two arched knives from one bow and gave them to Pit, one with a hollow handle. He eyed them with wonder, twirling them within his grip. Careful not to strike his goddess, the angel slashed at imaginary enemies with celerity and an adroit hand. Pit grinned wide as he slid the knives into their respective places.

"The bane of every evil," he breathed. "The underworld won't stand a chance!"

"This is just a prototype, remember? You're testing it, so pay attention to what sorts of things happen when you use it."

Pit looked to the bow once more. Who could deny its beauty and stength? The angel smiled at his goddess. "Thank you, Lady Palutena. I'll put it to good use."

"Glad to hear it. Now get, you."

"Right!" The angel began his march out the door, but stopped himself. He turned around sheepishly. "Um. . .You don't mind, do you?"

Palutena chuckled. "Not at all, Pit." She raised her hand once more. A golden and electric blue light radiated and frolicked about her fingertips. Pit could feel it- And expanding warmth within his wings, down to the tip of every feather and the hollow of every bone. He flapped them once. Twice. The new aura had decided to play about the feathery appendages, too. Pit could not help but smile in gratitude. "Thank you, Lady Palutena. I won't let you or Viridi down!"

Not much later, Pit had disappeared over the edge of the Skyworld palace. The goddess Palutena watched the angel soar off into the clouds, diving in and out of the white fluff.

He dove once, but did not surface. Palutena smiled.

"I may be watching over you, Pit, but be safe anyway." She turned. "And you had better not wreck that bow either."

Break Line

The flight to Viridi's temple had been the usual. Pit had a fair chance to test out the bow and was enjoying it quite a bit. Surrounded by Monoeyes and Octos, range practice was not lacking. The angel decided to stick with the basic steel arrows. Despite what the metal should have hefted, the projectile tore swiftly through its targets as though weightless. Several monsters were skewered by a single arrow in some cases. Pit laughed. "This was a great idea, Lady Palutena! I think I should want to keep this one for myself."

Well I'm glad you like it, replied the superior. The time limit is almost up, though. No more air practice for now- I gotta land you.

"Gotcha. I could see if the melee attacks work as well as the range. Thanks again for the extra help." Pit's feet lightly touched the ground. "I don't know how I would have made it without you."

Pit looked about his surroundings. A brilliant sunset illuminated the domain of the goddess, Viridi. As expected, vibrant and verdant plant life covered every inch of the land. Thick trees from all biomes towered proud and strong, like the goddess of nature herself. Birds chirped and twittered sweet. Flowers and fruit-bearing plants of every kind swayed in unison as a spring breeze swept through the flora. Yes, it was undoubtedly beautiful, even if in a different way from Skyworld.

I guess nature is pretty nice if it's not trying to kill me, mused the angel.


Pit whipped around, senses now on high alert. He readied the bow. Eyes darted; ears listened. Even his wings flicked about in anticipation. Perhaps the goddess had called him down just for a chance to test him. The bow's string glistened as a burning arrow was drawn. Winged creatures, hidden from view, whistled without a single care. A bush shook. Pit, obviously, was not so foolish.

"C'mon, coward," the angel grunted. "Come out and fight me."

A young sapling jerked back, as though rudely bunted.

I dare you!

A large boulder catapulted from out the overgrowth. A quake surged as it made its impact, nearly knocking the poor angel off his feet. He scowled- could have wasted one of Palutena's arrows. A pair of stubby legs and two more burly rock arms unrolled from the mass. The creature stood tall and wide, glaring down at its former enemy with red eyes. Pit took a step back.


The rokman roared, slamming both its fists down on the small target. That target was also a swift one, dodging the blows with ease. Pit fired the flaming arrows at the creature's behind. Said beast turned around to the angel. Pit frowned. The magma beneath its cracks pulsed brighter than before, greater in heat and power. This was evident in the new wave of blows that Cragalanche dealt. The angel gave an alarmed yelp, doing his best to avoid the blows. He ducked behind an old oak, imbibing much needed air.

That didn't work, thought Pit, looking down to the bow's dial. But that doesn't mean I'm out of tricks yet.

Another shock wave rippled powerfully beneath his feet. Pit frantically twisted the dial, testing the charge of the arrow. Shadow, no; light, no; metal, no. Finally Pit strung a familiar arrow, crystal blue and coated in sublimating water. The angel grinned. "Alright!" He dashed out from the wooded protection, firing the bow's ammunition with a precision untainted by the previous panic. Cragalanche, upon spotting his target, charged forward, despite the rapid succession of enemy projectiles. Clumps of ice crawled on the beast, only to melt away, futile. Pit sidestepped and continued to fire. The rokman charged still, bellowing in anger. The angel continued his battle.

Suddenly the arrows disappeared. Pit thought it to be a trick of the eye, but upon pulling the string numerous times, he was punished with the same result- no ammunition left. The angel bit his lip. Melee time, he thought. Pit slid the bow into it's separate blades. With a proud battle cry, he charged, brandishing the weapons. Yet with all his might, the blows were harmless, little more than weak thrusts. Annoyed, Craganalche swatted the pest away. Pit skidded into the dirt, his blow eventually broken by a tree. Palutena's gift was thrown off in another direction.

The angel massaged the back of his head. With blurred vision, he looked up to see Cragalanche standing over the meekling. Pit was powerless. The rokman raised his arms, high and slow. It was over. "I'm finished. . ."

The angel shut his eyes and braced himself. Cragalanche brought his arms down.

I'm finished!

"Cragalanche! Bad boy!"

Confused utterances slipped out of both the predator and prey. Cragalanche turned. Pit opened his eyes to look. A familiar girl walked forward. Blonde hair trailed behind. Rose-colored fabric rippled with the movement of the girl's steps. An oversized staff was held securely in one dainty hand.


The goddess smiled at the angel. "So nice of you to come," she quipped. "Hopefully the trip wasn't too much for you."

"Trip was fine. The welcoming. . ." Pit looked up the rokman. Cragalanche let out a sheepish grumble. "A bit of overkill, to be truthfully honest."

The girl extended a hand to the angel, who gratefully accepted. Once on his feet, though, Pit swayed. His hand went up to caress a new bump on his head. Viridi steadied him, draping his arm over her shoulder. "I had Cragalanche out on lookout. Didn't want any intruders on my turf." The girl leaned down to whisper. "Plus, he's quite literally dumber than a box of rocks."

"Like his mother?"

"Ugh! Whatever- just get inside. I have a job for you, remember? Palutena wouldn't be happy if I sent out her little errand-runner with a concussion. And I wouldn't either if it affected your already lacking competence."

"So nice that you feel that way. . ." The pair made their way on one of the few paths that hadn't been overtaken by the robust plant life. Cragalanche hesitated, wondering whether or not to follow (Viridi might still be mad with a "special" punishment in mind). Finally, he made up his mind. Earth-shaking footsteps wracked the ground. Viridi lost her balance and nearly dropped Pit in the process.

She turned to her rokman, clearly annoyed. "Do you mind?"

The beast took note of her tone and did his best to tip-toe after them, despite his stubby legs and beefy weight.

Break Line

Cragalanche had proved useful for more than tight guarding- a shelf. The rokman quietly held a bamboo apothecary, watching his goddess work. The patient looked up to Cragalanche. The beast was still rather guilty. He hung his head and let out a sad groan.

Pit looked up and smiled forgivingly. "Hey, don't worry about it," he said. "You were just doing your job. That's nothing to be sorry fo- Gah!"

"Head down," Viridi commanded sternfully.

The angel growled, massaging a new bruise on his cheek. "What happened to me being well for the mission?"

"You will be," replied Viridi, reaching for a bottle of ointment. "If you behave so I don't have to hit you." Pit hissed at the sting of the oil. Once that was done, Viridi took some gauze and a strip of white cloth. Ever so gently, the bandages were applied.

Defeated, Pit could only sit and twiddle his thumbs as he observed the room. For a goddess of nature, Viridi's palace had copious amounts of red to decorate the rooms. To be exact, Pit thought it to be the lighting. Every bit of furniture, every door, every wall- it would seem ready to catch fire at any given time. For him, it was a tad frightening since he himself had suffered a few burns (you know which ones).

"That should do it." Viridi tucked the bandage within its folds and picked a few pins from her apothecary.

The angel began to stand. "So what did you need me to-"

"AH!" Viridi thrust a finger between Pit's eyes. "Sit back down!" Without a second thought, Pit sat his rum back on the chair. He cringed in defense as the girl slipped in the pins to secure the wrappings. "Little brat." Bit of cork were slipped onto the pointed tips. "There, done. Would've been faster if you would've quit squirming."

But you're abusive. The angel was wise enough to keep that to himself. He lifted his hand to lightly touch the bandage fabric. "So what was the mission," Pit asked. "I won't be killing any humans for you if that's what you want me to do."

"I wouldn't call you over for that," replied the girl, tidying up the contents of her apothecary. "I have an army to do that. Your job is more of a scavenger hunt."

Pit's jaw dropped. "Seriously? You called me over to run an errand for you?"

"You can go home if you want. But you must've already used Palutena's power of flight to get here and I sure as heck am not letting you use mine."

The angle was silent. Going to some unknown and undoubtedly dangerous land to pick up an item for a goddess he didn't technically serve suddenly seemed to be a very productive use of his time. He stood up, dusting himself off. "I would be happy to help, Viridi."

The girl grinned. "That's what I thought. Cragalanche." The rokman turned to his deity. "Mommy's got some private things to discuss with chicken-wings here. Go back to your post."

The beast set down the apothecary, saluted Viridi, and marched out the door, doing his best not to knock over his goddess's valuables.

The girl turned to Pit once more. "Do you know what the Dernier of Erath is?"

The angel raised an eyebrow. "Was that english?"

Viridi frowned, then sighed in irritation. She held her hand up, gesturing to the angel. "Come. Follow me to my office."

The angel hesitated even when Viridi began to walk. Dernier of Erath. Doesn't sound like I'll find it in a store near me. Pit took up his bow and followed the girl. And since when did Viridi have an office?

Break Line

The office room, surprisingly, was not shrouded in a blood red light like the rest of the palace. A crescent desk sat in the middle, arched enough for a chair to fit in the gap while providing plenty of workspace. Behind that sat two extra chairs were positioned beside a window that sufficed as a wall out of which Viridi's territory was perfectly visible. Yet another was dedicated to housing an array of various books, old, new, and of every size. On the ground rested a vast rug, woven of colorful wool threads and depicting scenes of gods and their minions at war. Pit smiled in approvement. "I'm really digging the place, Viridi," he mused, stooping down to inspect the rug. Plenty of familiar faces adorned the scene. Even Palutena had her place in the corner. "Hey, that's me," Pit laughed, pointing at a figure clad in nostalgic, gold armor.

"If you're done playing I-spy," said Viridi, "then I suggest you get your keester over here."

Pit obeyed, walking to the arched desk. Papers cluttered every inch- maps, documents, diagrams, letters, and even some insulting doodles of Pit. He was about to protest against the act when Viridi handed him a particularly aged leaflet of paper. "Here," she said.

The angel inspected the contents of the paper. Notes were scratched all over the page, some written in orderly columns while others were scribbled on the side. What caught his eye was the sketch of what appeared to be a pendant. Four small pentagons latched themselves on the lip of the pendant, as if to march the cardinal directions, pointing inward. In the center was a circle. Or that was what Pit assumed it to be. The ring was shattered into several pieces, small jagged jewels fixed into the cracks as though they were arrow or knife heads.

"That's the Denier or Erath," said Viridi. "Believe it or not, war and death were more common before this previous war with Hades."

Pit flicked his head up with an open mouth and wide eyes. "You're kidding!" Pit knew that the humans could be quarrelsome and impulsive to the point of homicide (as could the gods) but he had no clue that they were actually worse.

"It true." She drew out another paper for Pit to take in his other hand. This one showed the viewers a tall, muscular man. In one hand he carried a blood-stained spear. The other held the reins of two powerful steeds as they drew him in a chariot. The boy grimaced at the man's face, twisted into an evil and malicious grin. The eyes had widened and the pupils appeared to be reptilian slits. Only bloodlust could put that expression on your face.

"That was the god of war, Erath," began the goddess. "Those were the days when he was very powerful, more so than even the oldest of us deities. The only thing that Erath loved was to kill and he sometimes slaughtered his own soldiers to get his fix. His army was massive, but that didn't stop him from joining the fight as well. Constantly he would pillage towns and cities, killing the humans like they were pigs. Erath tried to murder some of the gods on occasion."

Pit gulped. "Even Lady Palutena?"

Viridi sighed. "Yes, even Palutena."

Pit could say nothing. A film of distraught hurt passed briefly over his eyes. Viridi continued. "We tried to defend ourselves. That only fueled war in general, making him stronger. It didn't help that the humans were always fighting, either. There was no escape from his tyranny."

"You said 'was', though," noted Pit, lowering the papers. "What happened?"

"Erath was ignorant. Believe it or not, your Palutena had a prophesy for him." Pit eyes widened at the mention of her name. "She said that Erath would eventually fall because the humans would learn from their mistakes and would make peace with one another. Erath laughed at the idea- he didn't listen to Palutena. 'The humans are foolish,' he said. 'They will always fight and my reign will never end!'"

"I take it he was wrong," questioned the angel.

Viridi nodded. "Slowly he died, too laggard for him to notice. Some of the humans did learn to stop fighting after all, much to my surprise. He became weak and his soldiers began to die off. War sustained them also. We gods and goddess took the chance to attack. As he faded, bleeding to death, he imprisoned his power in that pendant. Erath swore that he would return." Viridi pointed to the pendant sketch. "He knew he would still be weak, so he made that as a last resort."

"The Denier of Erath," breathed Pit.


The angel looked back to the picture and diagram. "I never thought that such a horrible person could exist in this world." Pit turned to Viridi. "But what does this have to do with me?"

Viridi grinned. "I want you to get the pendant for me.

Break Line

So there's chapter 1 for you, ladies and gents. Please review- I look forward to see what you have to say. See you all next time!

-Magician Irono