The morning dawned bright and early in Skyworld. Palutena, the goddess of light, had already woken and readied herself for the day. Now, she went to rouse her captain to begin today's mission.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." She called, knocking sharply at the door to his room. "You've slept long enough. It's time to get up and face the day!"

When no answer came, Palutena tried again, louder this time. "Seriously. Get your lazy butt out of bed."

The minutes ticked by. "Pit," she said irritably. "I'm giving you about three seconds before I march in there myself. I am in no mood for thi-"

Palutena's sentence was cut short as she entered. She took in the sight of Pit's darkened room – it was a mess, no surprise there – but Pit himself was nowhere to be found.

That was puzzling. The Captain of the Guard never rose early. His daytime missions took a lot out of him, and even with the recent defeat of Hades, Pit had worked hard to toughen up the Centurions in case there was ever another attack.

The goddess exited Pit's room. To a passing Centurion in the corridor, she asked "Have you seen Pit around this morning?"

"No, milady." he replied. "Not yet."

A half hour later, Palutena was beginning to worry. A search throughout Skyworld had yielded no sign of Pit, and the goddess had sent out several scouts to the nearby towns. But so far, the reports had been identical: he was nowhere to be found. That left her with one, desperate idea – one that she didn't like the least bit.