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Chapter 1

In a bustling small town, a flash zoomed by, going unnoticed by the people milling about. A man with his dog was calmly walking down the sidewalk, whistling softly as he went on with his morning routine. Out of no where, a shot of electricity filled his chest. He stopped in his tracks, looking down at his chest to see if anything had impacted it. Seeing nothing, he lifted his gaze up. He was startled to find himself staring at a woman standing at a bus stop near by. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. On a sudden instinct, he walked over and introduced himself. He was unaware of the watchful eye of a young woman, who was currently placed upon the roof of a building. He was unaware of her gaze, well, because he couldn't see her. No one ever could.

Her cascading honey locks flowed over her shoulders, curling at the ends. Her violet eyes were wide, rimmed with thick, long lashes. Her plump, naturally red lips twitched in a smile, as she watched yet another couple fall in love. Of course, this had been her doing. She was, in fact, the Spirit of Love. Otherwise known as Cupid. Yes, I know what you are thinking. 'Cupid? I thought that was a boy?'. Well, she isn't a boy. Unfortunately for her, the only people who know this are the people who can see her. Those people are the other spirits of the world. Not a single living soul has ever laid eyes on her. Although this always angered her, she always could fulfill her need of communication with a fellow spirit, as she never had trouble making friends. Though, this is mostly because of her abilities. Being Cupid, she has many... special talents. One of them being the pheromone she can produce. It's almost like having perfume just by producing it through your pores. Though, the particular smell that is released is dangerous. Dangerous in the fact that it is different for everyone who inhales it. It smells like whatever attracts someone the most, making her irresistible. She had used this trick to get the many 'friends' she has now. She had realized, with annoyance, most people didn't like her personality. She didn't know why, as the thought of herself as flawless. She had always passed it off as people just being jealous. She smirked. 'Their loss', she thought to herself.

Bored with this small town, she delicately pushed herself into the air, her spotless white wings pushing herself higher into the sky. Her wings were another thing she had acquired with the title of Cupid. She thought they made her look like an angel, and loved them to bits. She gracefully glided in the wind, traveling across the globe. Flying closer to the ground, she spotted a small town. She felt that she hadn't spread love there in a while, so she tucked in her wings in a slow decent to the ground. Getting a closer look at the town, she spotted a High School. Her eyes narrowed mischievously. 'My favorite practice ring', she thought to herself. She lowered herself daintily on the ground, watching the mass amount of teenagers walk around the campus. She eyed the crowd, searching for unsuspecting victims. She then chose a boy from amongst the crowd of people. He wore simple clothes, and thick-rimmed glasses. His nose was buried in a book, the cover consisting of mathematical signs. 'Ugh, what a nerd!' Cupid thought in disgust. She spotted a girl in the background, who quickly caught her attention. The girl had long streaked blonde hair, and big brown eyes. She was speaking to a muscular boy who was standing next to her, his arm wrapped around her waist. She was obviously good-looking, from all the stares she was getting from the other people around her. 'Too pretty for my liking…' Cupid thought in annoyance... and jealousy.

She twirled her hands, and a pink, sparkly dust formed in her palm. She kissed the pool of shining dust, and blew it from her hand. It flowed in the wind, gracefully dancing it's way closer to the two people. It suddenly split in two, one going to the boy, and the other towards the girl. The dust scattered on their faces, seeming to dissolve in their skin. Most people would assume Cupid's method to spread love – in this case, just a manipulation for laughs – involved the famous bow and arrow. At one point, at the very beginning of her career, Cupid did have a bow and arrow. It was sparkly and pink, adorned with hearts, and couldn't be any more lavish. Over a very small amount of time, Cupid discarded it, calming it broke her nails too many times. In her opinion, once was considered "too many times". So, she created a "safer" alternative. When the dust absorbed into their skin, the two teenagers flinched simultaneously, looking around in alarm. When they looked at each other, they stopped. Without warning, they sprinted towards each other. They leaped into each other's arms, hugging and kissing to their hearts' contents. Cupid couldn't hold in her laughter, covering her ruby red lips with her hand. She thought it sounded like music to her – and to everyone else's – ears. Though, in reality, it came out as a snobby cackle. The students stopped and stared at the strange couple in a mix of confusion and annoyance. The boy who was previously holding the girl seethed, slowly making his way over to them to put a stop to it. Cupid wiped away a single tear of laughter with her perfectly polished nails, and sighed in contentment. Feeling as though her "work" was done, she delicately rose from the ground, flying into the sky. 'This... Is... The life…' She thought happily, a devilish smirk adorning her baby-doll face. With that thought, she increased her pace, with the determination to "work" some more.

. . .

A girl walked down the street, her school exiting her view. She sighed in relief, glad to be out of the place that only lowered her usual good mood. The sound of her worn-down shoes hitting the cement echoed down the street. Though, she couldn't hear this, as her earplugs were placed firmly in her ears, it's music turned up enough to drown out the sounds of daily life. She blissfully hummed along with the classical music, mentally creating a beautiful ballet performance in her mind. She would practice it more once she got to the dance studio. After a moment, she slowed down. She stopped right in the middle of the side walk, staring at the ground. She was observing a puddle. To anyone who was passing by, she looked odd just staring at a puddle like that. Unbeknownst to anybody walking past, she was looking at it because of the shape it took. The shape of a heart. The girl smiled, taking one last glance as she walked away, carrying on with her act of walking to the dance studio. This girl was Carys. All her life, she would see love. Not just in people, it would also take the form of random objects in life that looked like hearts. She would see them everywhere she went. On the ground, in buildings, in the sky. Anywhere.

Cupid beat her wings softly in the air, moving lazily with the wind. Suddenly, something caught her eye. It was a lone teenage girl walking down the side of the road. That wasn't all, though. There was a bus stop ahead. Leaning against a pole, was a teenager. He wore a leather jacket, stylish pants, and an attitude that radiated confidence. Cupid couldn't help but admire how good looking he was. Though she stopped herself, remembering the perfect opportunity at hand. She had noticed that the girl didn't look like the kind of people Cupid liked to associate with. She didn't wear the clean-cut preppy style that Cupid had taken an interest in, and didn't come off as important. Cupid's feet gracefully touched the ground, and she landed with ease. She smirked, already anticipating the hilarity of the situation to come. Creating the usual rosy dust, she kissed her palm and blew, sending the sparkles into the air. They flowed with the wind, coming closer and closer to the girl. The dust finally reached her, sprinkling itself on her skin. Cupid unconsciously leaned forward, thinking happily about the scene about to unfold. Suddenly, the strangest thing happened.

The shining pink dust lifted itself off of the girl's skin, and flowed around her body. After a second of it twirling around her, it formed a glittery line and sunk into her chest, right at the place of her heart. Cupid's jaw dropped, confusion spreading over her. What just happened?! She thought angrily. She was looking forward to watching the pathetic girl fling herself at the handsome guy's feet. Instead, the girl just kept walking, ultimately ignoring the stylish teenager. Cupid's face heated, and anger bubbled up inside her. In her rage, she squeaked in annoyance, much like a mouse. She stomped her foot lightly on the ground, like the act of a toddler.

"Why didn't you work!" She exclaimed angrily, her shrill voice echoing down the road. She huffed in annoyance. Hating the fact her genius plan backfired, she decided to visit a fellow spirit. Though, unlike her, the old spirit was a Guardian. The Man In The Moon seemed to visit him the most, and Cupid suspected that something was different about this girl. Although, this angered her. The girl was plain. She wasn't as beautiful as Cupid, in her opinion. 'Whats so special about her?' Cupid thought, crossing her arms. Not wanting to spend another moment without the satisfaction that the girl was indeed plain, she flew off into the sky, her body ridged and heartless. Ironic, isn't it?

Disclaimer: anything related to ROTG that you recognize is not mine.