A young boy of sixteen sat upon a wooden bench in the quieted central park of the town Burgess. There were very few children playing with each other while their mothers gossiped and the occasional jogger passed by. The boy glanced over to his left, trying to seem subtle and failing to do so, and let his eyes wander over a pretty young girl who looked of the same age. She was reading Ella Enchanted and strands of her short hair kept brushing against her face, no matter how many times she tucked them behind her ears. The boy scooted over an inch. He then yawned dramatically and moved another inch. To anyone watching, they would have been able to tell the boy was simply too shy to just talk to the girl on the other side of the bench.

Which was why Cupidity was there.

She was hovering just a few feet in the air, flapping her beautiful golden-feathered wings at a steady pace. Then, drawing back an arrow she closed one eye for precision and took aim.

She had barely let go for a second when she heard the satisfying 'thunk' of her arrow hitting it's mark.

And then it all happened so magically. The boy stood up, catching the attention of the girl. Her hair was once again shrouding half her face and she huffed angrily. The boy smiled at her and produced a rubber band from his sweater pocket.

Cupidity, confident everything would fall into place, smiled and turned to fly away. She wanted some time to herself for her thoughts to roam freely.

It was early January and the ground was still covered in snow. Frost covered tree branches and bodies of water were still frozen over. Sunsets were Cupidity's favourite sight to behold. When the sun would hit the hills just right, everything covered in snow would gleam and shine. All the more of a romantic setting. She liked to work with the right atmosphere surrounding her.

It wasn't an easy job though. She had to trust her judgement with her targets and kept a very close eye on her bow and arrows, they regarded her liability. She never let anyone touch her weapons. The slightest prick of the skin on the wrong target and that would be it. She would have to go through piles and mountains of paperwork to be able to undo the deed. How could you deny love? It was a tiring process and had only happened twice. Luckily.

Not many people could see her, those who believed in Cupid all imagined a clothed baby flying around. The others believed in Eros. The Greek god of love and son of Venus.

Frowning she wondered if maybe that was why most mortals couldn't see her- she was a girl. It shouldn't matter much though, She was still an offspring of the Goddess Aphrodite. She still flew around shooting magical arrows at people, she still brought love to those in need..

"Do not whine, Cupidity. At least you are seen by some."

Startled, she whipped around to face her intruder, Bow at the ready but without an arrow.

"Embrace!" She cried, "I didn't realize I was speaking out loud."

"Yes, I find that you do it quite often." He reached out towards her and enveloped her in a brotherly hug.

Embrace was one of the six cherubs of Aphrodite and last in position. According to the hierarchy Cupidity was first. Her sister, Kallos, second. Her brother Devotion was third, Latreia fourth, Amorous fifth, and then came Embrace. The order did not go by age but by power and belief. Love, being the strongest force, made Cupidity top of the chain but always below their mother. Kallos represented Beauty, suiting her very well as she held the closest resemblance in appearance to Aphrodite. And little Latreia represented Adoration.

Embrace was terribly unfond of his name. Devotion was lucky enough to ask for his name to be shortened to Dev when being spoken to. Although Embrace was the name that was most commonly used, he also went by Enagkal and Agalitses.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned, once he had let go. "You do remember that the regions of Burgess are of my responsibility, do you not?"

Waving his hand in dismissal he answered her, "Yes, yes of course. But mother has called for a meeting tonight and I was sent to retrieve you."

Nodding in understanding, Cupidity gently slid her bow back into her quiver. "Let's go then, shall we?"

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