Zelda, Marth, and Ike were all sitting on the smash mansion patio enjoying the warm spring day. Flowers were blooming, birds singing to their new offspring, bees buzzing around. The mansions garden started right in front of the patio, and it was beautiful. Flower beds and hedges creating paths with cobblestone here and there. In the center a huge fountain, gushing glistening water. Ness and Lucas loved playing in the fountain, but seemed to have decided to take a break from the water fun today. The garden had to be the size of a football field, a perfect place to relax.

"I just can't figure out if I want to go with the green, or if he'd be sick of the color and would rather a.. Purple theme maybe? Urgh, I just need it to be the perfect evening." Zelda signed, scribbling notes into her notebook, eagerly sitting up in her chair.

"Zelda, he loves you. I'm sure what ever you get together he'll love. You've put so much work into this that its gonna mean so much to him even if you made it a gorudo themed party. Just chill out for a minute and enjoy the day." Marth encouraged as he grabbed Zelda's hand in support.

"I know, I know." Zelda smiled warmly at the blue hired price. "I just love him so much, I want him to know. You don't turn 21 every day. It's a one time thing."

"He knows you love him, and he's gonna have a blast, girl." He jokingly (and lightly) pushed her shoulder. They smiled at each other. Zelda and Marth became instant friends the minute he arrived at the smash mansion. Both were from royal families but were anything but preppy and spoiled. They went through hard times, and had no problems getting their hands dirty to protect the ones they loved, but that didn't mean they both didn't like to look their best.

Ike laughed, "We're probably just gonna end up getting drunk and not remembering a thing like at your 21st anyway." He wasn't wrong. Zelda had turned 21 two months ago, and that was a crazy night. Zelda had since then worked hard to get rid of all the photos and videos taken that night of her embarrassing drunk adventures, but there was still some evidence hiding in the mansion. "Hey, and we can see who can mess with the angel the most again!" Ike excitingly shouted.

The angel, Pit, was a clueless, oblivious, and to most smashers, obnoxious kid. Well, he was 16, but most at the smash mansion were either years older or younger, so he was typically seen as a kid. It had became a ritual at parties and events to see who could mess with him the most. Hell, even on uneventful days he was always picked on. Wether it be Ike telling him someone was trapped in a magic box and needed help (causing a bunch of broken tvs and master hand putting pit on probation), or fox somehow getting him to put a fork in a light socket, and let's not forget Samus and peach got drunk and drew some inappropriate things on his face in nail polish. The kid was constantly being messed with, yet he was the happiest one here. Pit was always welcome to help without question, which was also how he got tricked and messed with so much.

"Speaking of the little insect, he should be coming around in 3...2..." Zelda and Marth looked up as Ike counted down. Out from the corner of the mansion came pit, flying higher than the roof. The angel was protective, even of those who didn't exactly show him kindness. He flew around the mansion like a clock when he woke up, after lunch, and before bed. He'd do it in hour increments at time, which was another thing that he was made fun of for. Why does a little kid need to patrol a mansion of highly trained fighters? This made some feel as though Pit thought he was better than them, while some just saw it as weird.

"He's a weird one, I'll give you that." Marth laughed.

"Come on, guys. What's it matter? It probably is just a habit for him as he use to guard his goddesses palace. I don't see why everyone is so mean to him even if he is a little annoying." Zelda said, crossing her arms at the boys.

"A little annoying?" Ike said with a raised eyebrow.

"He comes from a different realm, Ike. Just give him a chance. Link has, and he tells me Pits rather enjoyable to be around."

"Links talked to him a few times, yeah, but even he told me he finds the kid a bit annoying." Ike countered.

Zelda snorted at him, not wanting to continuing the pointless debate.

Ike rested his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and soaking up the sun. "He has learned a lot in these past few months though, making him harder to mess with. I do like some challenges though." Ike laughed.

"I wonder why he stopped flying though." Marth said, pointing at Pit after Ike sat up and he and Zelda gave him questioning looks. Pit had stopped flying, but he was still in the air, hovering above the fountain, still stories up in the air.

Zeldas face went pale. Someone was wrong, pit has been circling this house for months, never stopping like that. She stood up and squinted her eyes, looking closely at Pit. He was looking down, his face blank, but yet you could see sadness hiding behind his eyes. His shoulder slouched, he looked so gone. This wasn't the happy Pit everyone knew and loved to torture.

"Guys, I think somethings wr-" and then it happened. It was so fast and sudden. His eyes closed, his wings stoppped their fluttering, and he fell. They couldn't see where he landed through the hedges, and it was second after he hit the ground that what just happened registered.

"Oh my god! Call Dr. Mario, now!" Zelda screamed as she ran into the garden. Ike ran inside towards the infirmary, Marth bolted to catch up with Zelda.

In the middle of the garden, the fountains water had run red. Pit lay in it, face down, not moving. Zelda was screaming "oh god, oh god" as she slowly pulled him around. One of his wings were still attached, but snapped almost in half. The other wings had a huge gash in it. His nose was crushed and gushing blood, a tooth falling from his face as Zelda moved him. One arm was snapped like a wing, only Zelda having an arm herself knew is was incredibly disfigured a little part of a bone protruding from the skin at the elbow, the bone no doubt destroyed. Gashed and scrapes littered his body. The angel was a was a bloody mess.

Marth told Zelda to get inside, as he carefully picked Pit up, and ran into the building. His tunic becoming covered in blood. They were both in shock, Zelda stopping as Marth kept on going. She held her stomach, trying not to hurl. She'd seen a lot of blood in her day, but a body so difigured, and it being innocent little Pit...