Hi hi, everyone! Hope you guys enjoyed that little cliffhanger. I know you guys are gonna get a lot of info about our little Crafty in this chapter. So, enough about the last chapter. Let's get to the reviews.

flowerpower71- First of all, shesh! We need to give you a medal or something! You've been first to review a new chapter for like the fourth time in a row! Also, I like doing that stuff because I know you guys always come back for more if I do! Plus it adds suspense and guesses. I'll be sure to give Hummer all of those flowers with love from you. Handy singing that song was just because he's probably the best male singer in the whole village! They were trying to create a romantic moment!

Handy: (blushing) Well, uh...Thanks, frostforge44.

Oh, nice! We have a new reviewer, Smurfs! This one is Frittzy- Thank you for all the flowers, I'll be sure that Hummer-

BEEEEEEP! (dump truck backs up and dumps many flowers on Hummer and the Smurfs)

-gets them.

Grouchy: (digs his way out of the flowers) I hate flowers!

Hummer: Chirp chirp chi chi! (rolls around in flowers)

Nat: Hummer says I beg to differ!

Zinka17- I just want to say right now that no: Gutsy nor Crafty is injured. And I know, we all hate cliffhangers. You do. I do. All of us do.

Grouchy: I really hate cliffhangers!

See? But really, it keeps all of you on your toes and it keeps the plot of the story exciting.

Chloe- I hate to break it to you, but that would be the right idea if this were a normal romance. But it isn't. I'm sorry also about Devil Smurf, but its like I said a few chapters ago, Devil is going to win a few moral battles. Oh! That reminds me, spoiler alert! The next hint to the identity of Gutsy's rival: This Smurf has more than one hat on his head. Care to guess?

Clumsy: Aww! Why do these hints have to be so hard?

Brainy: Clumsy, Clumsy, Clumsy. (shakes head) It's so obvious what the name of the Smurf is.

Hefty: Oh yeah. What is it?

Brainy: Uh...That is a really good question that I, Brainy Smurf, of course, has the answer to.

Go ahead and say it then. See if you can find out my riddles before this disclaimer is over. Anyway, let's finish up Chloe's review. Crafty, I think the rest is for you.

Crafty: (starts reading the review) That's good. Don't be a heartbreaker to Painter. The guy might be nice, but he's as fragile as Greedy's Smurfberry Souffle. His mentality won't be able to take it. Still haven't found Cupid yet, but I feel like I'm close. Oh and uh (blushes) let's just keep that last part between you, me, and frostforge44.

Okay, finally it is Spring-Heel-Jacq- That's actually where I got the inspiration to include Angel and Devil. There's a lot more action coming up with them soon. I hope you guys will love it! Disclaimer time!

Hummer: Chi chi chirp churpee! (The Smurfs belong to Peyo.)

Crafty: I along with Hummer, Meena, and all others that may be mentioned belong to frostforge44. Smurf you all later!

Gutsy and Crafty gasped and jumped away from each other as they heard those very sounds coming not too far from their very spot. At first, the silence of the forest filled their ears once again, but then there was a painful groaning sound coming from a nearby bush. The two ran over to the site of the injured creature. Gutsy put a hand up, signaling for Crafty to wait. He poked his head through the bush and said in a very confused, very familiar voice,

"Cupid? Is dat you, laddie?"

Cupid? The Cupid? Crafty thought wide-eyed. What would Cupid be doing here?

Furrowing her brows, Crafty stepped forward to see the obvious friend of Gutsy, or maybe even the Smurfs, as well. Standing next to Gutsy, she saw the ancient-looking cherub. He was tangled in branches and vines and he had cuts all over his body. A canister with "love arrows" was slung on his back but with no sign of his bow.

"Ugh...It's good to see you too, Gutsy," Cupid grumbled trying to get free of his leafy prison.

"Uh...Do you need some help, there?" Crafty asked.

Cupid looked up, startled at the new voice, but smiled as he saw who it was and how close he saw the two Smurfs together.

"Hehe. Well well, Gutsy. I never thought you had it in you to find yourself a lady," Cupid chuckled. He cast his eyes downward and whispered, "And, uh, yeah. Yeah, I could use some help getting out of this."

Crafty shook her head, but went to help untangle the god of love. As she was picking out some twigs from his wings, she accidentally pulled one out too hard and Cupid yelped in pain.

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"No," Cupid hissed. "But I think my wing is broken."

"We better smurf you back to the village, then. Papa's gonna want to take a look at it."

Cupid nodded, wincing as he folded his wings in. "You know, I don't think I ever got your name."

"It's Crafty. Crafty Smurfette."

"Crafty," he repeated. "I like it."


"Papa Smurf! Papa Smurf!" Crafty shouted as the three of them entered the village limits. Music was still playing throughout the village, so it was unlikely that Papa would've heard her.

"Aw, yeah," Cupid murmured. "The Smurfs' Springtime Ball. No wonder you both are so dressy, tonight."

"Bingo, laddie," Gutsy nodded as he helped guide Cupid.

"PAPA SMURF!" Crafty shouted on the top of her lungs, making the two boys jump back in a startled state of mind. The music immediately stopped and the Smurfs started rushing for the sound of Crafty's scream. Hummer made it there first, taking notice of the injured cherub. He chirped nervously and Crafty patted his head comfortingly.

"Great Smurfs! What's smurfing on here?" Papa gasped as he approached through the crowd of Smurfs.

"Uh, hi there, Papa Smurf. A pleasure to see you and your Smurfs again," Cupid embarassedly waved.

"Cupid! It's very smurfy to see you again, as well," Papa's eyes widened when he saw his scrapes. "What happened to you?"

"Uh, let's just say if you ever get my job, never go near flocks of flying ducks. They cause nothin' but trouble. I mean, just a few weeks ago, I lost a perfectly good love arrow because of them!" Cupid laughed at himself half heartidly.

Papa chuckled, "Well, I see you've met Crafty. She's been quite a helpful hand to our village since she came."

"You don't say," Cupid remarked. "I'm not surprised. Who do you think was the one who got me out of all those twigs and leaves?"

The Smurfs burst into complete laughter at that. It made perfect sense that even wearing a dress, Crafty would do something like that.

"Hehe. Well, those wounds aren't going to smurf themselves. We best get you to my lab," Papa grabbed Cupid's hand and began to lead him to his laboratory.

"Uh, Gutsy?" Crafty whispered as the other Smurfs began to disperse. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go back to my mushroom and change. I think I've worn this dress enough for one night."

Gutsy, however, looked visibly disappointed that their moment was interrupted and was never finished. Crafty noticed and hugged him around his shoulders, giving him a tender kiss on his cheek.

"I really had a wonderful time with you. We'll have to finish up that little...thing we were doing earlier, another time" Crafty mischievously whispered running a finger daintily down his rusty sideburned cheek. Gutsy shuddered with pleasure as he leaned in further and felt his tail twitch. She chuckled, pulling away from him and turning to go to her mushroom. All the way there, however, she had a distinct frown on her face.

Oh, smurfness, She thought to herself sadly. I just hope I'm all wrong about this.


"There. And that should do it," Papa said, wrapping the last of the bandages on Cupid's wing. "Though you won't be able to fly for a while, I'm afraid."

"That's okay, Papa Smurf," Cupid replied. "I was just poking around looking for my arrow, anyway. Besides, I finished my route already and I've got some time to myself. Uh, will it be a problem if I stay here for a few days? Just to recover?"

"Not at all, Cupid. Feel free to stay as long as you need to."

"Uh, Papa Smurf?" Crafty asked as she entered into the elder Smurf's mushroom.

"Ah, come in Crafty! Is there something you need?" Papa asked kindly.

"Actually, I was wondering if I could talk to Cupid about something. In private," She said putting emphasis on "private".

"Uh, sure. No problem," Cupid replied. Papa nodded and left the room for the two to talk. "So, what is it you need to talk to me about there, Crafty?"

"Uh...Well, I was just wondering...You said you lost your love arrow a little while ago, right?"

"Right..."

"Well, where were you when you did lose the arrow...?" She asked nervously.

Cupid rubbed his chin in thought, "Hmm...Well, my memory isn't what it used to be, but if I had to guess, I would say that I was around here in...the east side of the forest."

That really did it. Crafty started breathing quickly and she grabbed her braid in panic.

"Whoa. Hey, are you alright? You don't look too good there," Cupid asked putting a hand on her shoulder. Crafty flinched as a million thoughts were rushing through her head at once.

"I-I think I know w-what happened to your arrow, Cupid," she stuttered, feeling very light-headed.

"What? What're you talking about? Are you sure-" Cupid's eyes suddenly widened. "Oh, no. Do you mean...?"

Crafty nodded.

"You know, I knew Gutsy would be stubborn when it came to love. That's why I could never get him with an arrow. And wouldn't you know it? He goes and gets himself love struck!"

Crafty sighed and cast her eyes downward, "Thanks, Cupid. That's all I needed to know."

"Hey. You alright? You look even worse now," Cupid pointed out.

"Yeah. I'll be fine. I hope you feel better soon."

Crafty then left Papa's mushroom without another word. Cupid stood there, scratching his head in complete bewilderment.

"Huh. I wonder what's wrong with her."


Crafty entered her home, completely exhausted by the events that went on that night. She didn't bother to change out of her clothes and into her night shirt. She didn't really even care. Other thoughts were intruding her mind as she climbed into her bed.

I can't believe I was such a smurfing idiot, Crafty thought mournfully to herself. None of it was real. The words. The flowers. The compliments. The dance...How he spun me around...How he hold me so close...How close we were to kissing...

Crafty felt her head completely swim at the blissful memories. She then shook her head and threw her pillow over her head.

No no no! None of it was real...He doesn't really love me. Cupid's arrow only made him love me. How in Smurf's name could I let my emotions blind me this badly?

She sighed and clamped her eyes shut, hoping to get some sleep and think more clearly in the morning. Or, better yet, hoping that all of it was just a bad dream and just finally wake up and pretend that everything never happened.

Maybe I should just forget about everything. All the compliments. All the hugs and touches. Just, forget about all of that time with Gutsy.

But as it is always said, all things are easier said then done.


Crafty's eyes opened slowly as the sky began to light up at the rising sun. She didn't feel like doing much that morning, but she was in the mood for a walk. She grabbed her cloak and went off into the forest, noticing that even Farmer wasn't up and about just yet.

A gust of wind blew at Crafty as she continued her walk. She pulled her cloak closer to her as she remembered last night when Gutsy gave her his jacket when she got cold. How kind enough he was to do that...

"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" Crafty frantically chanted to herself. "I need to forget all of that."

She continued on her way until she arrived at the banks at the River Smurf. She couldn't place why, but she always found that the sound of rushing water soothed her completely. She sat at the edge and just dabbed her fingers into the water.

Crafty closed her eyes and imagined all of the good times she had there at the village before all of that happened. Playing games with the other Smurfs. Showing them all how to weave those leaf baskets. Fighting off Gargamel and Azrael.

She giggled at that memory. It was surprising how easy and yet how hard it was to always try to get away from those two.

There was a sudden and painful pressure in her head and she hissed as she grabbed it and tried to make it go away. For some reason, it did go away. It went away just like that. Next, she heard a low humming sound. It was barely there, but she could hear it. It sounded like it was coming from further down the river.

She stood and started walking towards the source of the strange sound. It became more and more distinct and loud as she went further adn further down. As she came to the edge of a small hill where the river dropped, it just stopped.

Crafty shook her head and turned to leave, but then the humming started again. She snapped back around, but saw nothing. Something, however, did catch her eye at the bottom of that incline. It looked to be some silver rod or something of the sort caught onto some rocks in the running water. She guessed that it was floating down the river and it got caught.

She jumped down to the exposed end of the rod and yanked on it. It felt like it was welded into the ground.

"Shesh! Where's Hefty when I need him?" Crafty growled as she pulled and pulled on the rod until finally...

"Whoa!" She yelped as she flew backwards with the long object in hand. She held it up and observed the strange thing. Looking at it now, it looked more like a scepter or something. The hidden part of the rod was in the shape of a silver cobra. It was almost as if a live one coiled itself onto the rod and then was made into a statue on top of it.

"What in Smurf's name is this thing doing out here?" She whispered to herself. The final thing she took notice of were they eyes. They glowed an aura of a bright blue.

An electrical shock suddenly coursed through Crafty's veins. She cried out in pain and wanted desperately to let go of the silver rod, but her hands refused to obey. They, in fact, seemed to cling tighter to the mysterious artifact. There was a flash of white and then nothing but darkness.


"Crafty! Oh, Crafty!" Smurfette called out worriedly.

"Crafty? Are ya under here?" Clumsy asked as he tried to lift up a large rock.

The whole village had gone into a complete searching frenzy looking for Crafty. She had not been in the village for breakfast, but now it had just gone past luchtime and she still wasn't back. Nobody seemed to have known what happened to her or where she could've gone.

"Papa Smurf!" Hefty called as he ran up to the elder Smurf and Cupid also. "I've checked everywhere: Miner's caves, the Great Oak, and I went to see if she was with Meena, but she wasn't there! But don't worry, Meena said she'd smurf from the sky!"

"Very good. Thank you, Hefty. I just hope we find her soon," Papa sadly shook his head.

"I'll tell you though. Gutsy's going smurfing insane. I have never seen him flip out so much. I can't imagine why he'd be so upset about this," Hefty slumped his shoulders, feeling completely lost.

"Uh, yeah. About that," Cupid started out nervously. Before he could continue, however, there was a loud screech coming from above the village.

Meena dove down and landed softly on top of one of the mushroom houses. She appeared to have tucked whatever was on her foot into her wing. She hopped down onto the ground and smiled sadly at the other Smurfs.

"Anything, Meena?" Papa stepped forward, his voice sounding extremely hopeful. "Anything at all?"

"As a matter of fact," she started. She unfolded her wing to show what she had found and the Smurfs gasped in horror. "I've found more than I had hoped for."

In her wing was an unconcious Crafty. She was covered in bruises, cuts, and what looked like ashy marks caused by burns. Her clothes were all cut up and her braid was torn up.

"I also found this along with her. I think this may have had something to do with...well, how she is now," Meena said, throwing the silver serpent rod to the ground.