A/N: Set during The Protector of the Small Quartet, my Tortallan spin-off of Apollo/Daphne myth, Owen is Cupid... and I think you can figure out the rest :)

Evin, whistling, and walking with a skip to his hop, came upon young Neal, not knowing what the boy could do with his arrows.
So feeling great after some sparring with old friends, Evin proceeds to say to Owen, "Little boy! What are you doing with those arrows! Those are for war, not play!"
Owen scowled, saying: "First of all, I'm not little at all. And second of all, you will see old man. My weapons will strike you quite nicely." In saying that, Owen climbed upon a rock, and drew his arrows, one gold and sharp, and the other lead and dull. He struck Daine, daughter of Weiryn, God of the Hunt, with the dull arrow, and in the heart, Jon, with the gold arrow.

Daine, gorgeous daughter of Weiryn, was quite the beauty. Reveling in the woods and animals was all Daine wanted. The branches of all trees practically hugged her as she walked past, the animals parted for her very presence. She also was the spotlight of many lovers who sought her hand. But she would not take it. Despite her fathers wishes, she begged to be a maiden her whole life. He consented, and so it was.

Blue eyes that danced with her legs, chestnut ringlets laughing in the wind. Daine was the love of Evin's life. His increasing infatuation with Daine made him dream of her, so one day, he pursued her.
"Daine, daughter of Weiryn! Come hither, for my love for you is incurable! Give me life, my Daine! Do not run for love will bring us together as one!"

But Daine already fled, not at all in love with Evin.
Her hair, whipping from side to side, her light feet dashing through the plants — it only made Evin more enthralled.

Daine soon became exhausted, in glancing back, she tarried, she knew she would fall into his hands soon enough. Daine gasped and fell to her knees, he was almost upon her.
"Weiryn, my father! Surrender my life in any way of this earth for I cannot bear this!"

Evin reaches out, just a touch ...

Daine stood up with new found strength and threw up her arms as her feet stiffened ...

Evin watched with growing horror as his love transformed ...

"Thank you father ..."

"Nooo!"

Before anyone knew it, Daine was enveloped in a laurel tree, to Evin's amazement and anger. He kissed the tree feeling her quiver under him. With a trembling voice, he whispered "You cannot be my wife, but now my tree. You will adorn my head and never perish."

"What are you doing Evin?" A friend inquires.
Evin, kissing his crown of leaves and branches fervently, glances up embarrassed. "Umm ..."

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! I'll try to start writing more spin-offs of myths and stuff