Chapter 2: Valentine
It was really great to see Jack again. It felt as if we hadn't talked in ages when really it was only two years. I was happy for him about Elsa and his Guardianship. I really was. But all of that made a small part of me feel even emptier than before. I already felt isolated from the world. I am pretty sure that I am the only one in the world, besides Pitch, who isn't a Guardian. It used to be Jack and I, alone in the world, practically brother and sister, bringing joy to kids who didn't even know we existed. Now it's just me, searching for couples that who have lost their way, or secret crushes, or even just simply bringing love to any hatred. Even if someone did believe in me, they didn't really believe in me. Most people think I am some chubby baby that flies around shooting random people in the butt. I assure you, I am not. Those would be Cherubs, but still, they don't go shooting random people in the behind. I assign them couples that need a little boost of inspiration. Also, when they shoot the arrows, they shoot them in the air above the couple and they explode into sparkling glitter-like particles of pure love. I can also change my arrows at will, unlike the Cherubs. I have love arrows, regular arrows (for practice), messenger arrows, and basically any type of arrow you could think of, maybe even more.
Anyways, being all alone was miserable. All I had was my Cherubs. I used to have Jack around to give me company, someone who got what we were going through. Every year on Valentine's Day (Jack called it Val's Day) we would go to Rockefeller Center and ice skate. But we didn't just skate like anyone else, Jack would propel us with blasts of cold air on the ice behind us, and then I would start shooting arrows into the air, making beautiful fireworks of glittery love. After a while we would stop to admire our work. The rink would be decorated with elegant swirls of frost and the couples skating would all just be standing around kissing eachother. That was when we would be rolling on the ground laughing. I was thinking of those good old days on my walk back home.(My winged shoes needed a rest) I honestly should have saw it coming, but this little girl ran right through me. I don't think you've ever had someone run right through you, but it is really bad. First you feel something like a mild punch in the gut, but then it leaves you with this sad empty feeling inside. It gives me the shivers. I tried to cheer myself up the rest of the way home by remembering the good days with Jack, but all I could remember was the day Jack left and never came back. Though I was completely oblivious to the fact that Pitch was trying to overpower the Guardians and drown the world in darkness, it still hurt that he didn't tell me. 'Then again he was shoved in a sack and kidnapped by yetis.' I thought.
I walked into my house, which was really an old castle in Germany, and tried to just chill out and get a good night's Cherubs had already got my clothes, bed, and shower ready for me. They were so sweet, 'I should do something special for them in the morning.' I thought. Once I showered and got dressed in my favorite nightgown, I crawled into my nice, warm, fluffy bed and began to drift off. Only a few seconds after I got settled in, I heard a loud noise in the living room. Of course I had to go investigate. It's not every day that a girl hears a loud clattering sound in her four thousand year old castle. I crept into my living room with my bow drawn and one of my arrows at ready. I cautiously turned on my light with my weapon still at hand and found one of my Cherubs, Jacen, sleeping on the floor next to a lantern on the stone floor. Poor fellow must have fallen asleep while on late night lockup. I relaxed and sheathed my bow and arrow. Then I scooped Jacen up and started to walk back to the Cherub bunks where the rest of his little friends were sleeping. As I went to open the door of the Cherub bunks, a dark shadow loomed over everything, blocking out my light. I could barely see, but in the moonlight, I could clearly see the shadowy figure of none other than Pitch Black.
I nearly dropped Jacen.
"What do you want?"I said shakily, still with venom in each word.
"Oh come now, Valentine. I certainly hope you don't treat all of your house guests this way." said Pitch with a smirk." I simply came to warn you."
"About what?" I really wanted to reach for my bow and arrow right now, but I didn't want to put poor Jacen down.
"About how I will get my revenge on Jack and there is nothing you can do to stop me."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I also came to thank you."
"What are you talking about?"
"You are going to help me become Jack's undoing." he chuckled in his own sick way.
"NO! YOU TWISTED FIEND! I would NEVER do that to Jack!"
"Hahaha. Just wait and see and see."
As I started to lunge at him with one arm ready to punch, he disappeared into the shadows and was gone.