Her head was spinning with all the chaos around her. First, she was distraught for having lost Andre's love, then she was afraid he would cause war between France and Sparta and she was torn between keeping the man he loved safe and protecting her beloved France, then fortunately, she won back Andre's love but then earned the King's lust, all in one afternoon. She could feel exhaustion and confusion kicking in but despite of all that, Oscar opted to stay with Andre and Hercules in fighting off King Menelaus and his men.

Hercules was the strongest man alive, it was not his battle and yet he was with them, but the king's men were huge in number and somehow despite his legendary strength, she feared for her friend's life, and more so, she feared for Andre's. This was not the way she intended things to end. She had not foreseen blood shed nor discord, all she prayed for was Andre's love. She was not sure how long they could fight.

Megara was both furious and confused. She disliked feeling helpless but she didn't know how to untangle the web of unfortunate events that kept happening to her friend Oscar. She fired her last arrow before running behind a huge tree a few yards from her husband, dragging Psyche with her.

"Now what? I'm running out of ideas. Should we just grab Oscar and make a run for it? I know Hercules can take all of these men," yelled Megara in frustration.

"Watch out, Andre!" yelled Oscar.

Psyche began to cry in the midst of all the chaos. "I wish…I wish Cupid was here. He would know what to do. Megara, I'm scared," cried Psyche as Meg drew her friend to her bosom.

Suddenly there was a flash of bright light that almost blinded Psyche and Megara and when the light subsided, there appeared a man of pearl complexion and ash blond hair, his features were so fine he looked almost feminine and ethereal, he was so pleasant to the eyes that it was a feat to take your eyes away from him. He was clothed with light garments of white and gold and he carried a bag of golden arrows on his back. Megara was astounded. She knew she was before a god.

Psyche rushed into the arms of her husband and cried. "Oh Cupid! Please help us."

He ran his hand gently on Psyche's long tresses to show her comfort and reassurance. "What have you gotten yourself into this time, my dear wife? Why are all these men fighting each other?"

Psyche cried harder. She was afraid her husband would be mad. Cupid saw the demi-god Hercules and knew his wife was in it big. He wanted to be mad but being angry will not solve anything. He wanted to reassure her that he would help her out of this mess.

"You must tell me what's wrong if you want us to fix this."

"You promise you won't be mad nor would you punish me nor anyone for it," urged Psyche in a small voice.

She flashed her biggest and sweetest smile to appease whatever may come after her confession.

"You see, my friend Oscar only wanted to earn back the love of her boyfriend, that French warrior with long dark hair and in order to help her I…I took one of your arrows to poke him…"

"You what?" exclaimed Cupid incredulously.

"I only wanted to help!"

Cupid sighed, "okay go on."

Psyche continued, " …but then I was afraid we would miss so I took another arrow and it accidentally hit the king. Now the King wanted my friend Oscar and he wanted to kill the French Warrior… oh please… please help us undo all this confusion."

"You should have told me from the beginning you needed help with love. My arrows are not play things, they are a big responsibility!"

"I was afraid you would say no. It was your mother who cursed Andre to stop loving Oscar!"

Megara found her voice, "We don't want to come between you and your mother but please can you help us to undo that love spell in the king's eyes so he would leave Oscar and Andre alone."

Cupid sighed. "Alright, I can shower them with love dust to clear away any enchantment that may have befallen them but… if it happens that it was not my mother's fault that caused Andre to fall out of love for Oscar in the first place…"

"Meaning, if it wasn't a spell at all but he indeed fallen out of love?"

"Yes, if he was not in love with her anymore to begin with, we can no longer make him love her. "

"I don't think I like the sound of that. Can you just apply that dust to the king? That way Andre stays in love with Oscar," said Megara.

"But Meg… we know he loves Oscar…" reasoned Psyche.

"Let's not take any chances. We know things from what Oscar tells us but we don't really know for sure, do we?" said Megara.

Cupid smirked. "Well, take it or leave it. There can't be a win-win situation in love. Love is always a risk."

"What are we asking your help for if you can't guarantee a happy ending?" snapped Megara.

Psyche screamed as three soldiers fell dead close to where they were. "We got to decide, Meg. Time is running out. Do we ask Oscar?"

"We can't pull her out, she's fighting."

Psyche turned to Cupid. "Please can't you just make this go away and ensure my friend's happy ending?"

"Love doesn't work that way Psyche… and I don't work that way. When I fell in love with you there was a chance you would not love me in return. I didn't douse you with love potion. Trust me. Love is beautiful only if it's real."

Psyche felt defeated. "Alright! Alright! Do what you must!"

She hugged the silent Megara. "I hope I'm not sending Oscar to her doom!"

"I think it could not get any worse than this. At least she would know if Andre truly loved her and there won't be anymore bloodshed," reassured Megara.

In a flash, Cupid flew up and around the battle field where Oscar, Andre and Hercules were fighting with King Menelaus and his men. Soon gold particles filled the air causing everyone to stop and scratch their eyes.

The king fell to his knees and dropped his sword groaning as he wiped his eyes from the gold dust that blind him.

"Oh my god! I hope my husband doesn't wake up not in love with me. I'm going to beat the god of love with my bare hands if it's the last thing I do," said Megara rolling her eyes.

"Hercules! Where are you, honey?" she yelled.

Hercules' big frame fell atop Megara and they both sprawled to the ground. "Darling, I can't see. What's happening?"

Megara helped her husband seat up on the ground and held his hand. "Everything's going to be alright after this. I know you don't trust my judgment most of the time, but believe me all will be well. Love conquers all."

Oscar didn't know what was happening but if it were the end of the world, she wanted to die right next to Andre. Although she could hardly see with all the dust around them, she staggered towards Andre.

"Andre! Andre!" she cried.

Andre followed the sound of Oscar's voice and as soon as he knew he found Oscar, he hugged her tightly in his arms. "I love you, Oscar. If I die now, I want you to know that I love you. I always have and always will even after death."

Oscar began to cry. "Don't say that Andre. We will be together for always as we have before….Andre….What's wrong?"

Andre collapsed on the ground and Oscar hugged him to her, trying to wake him. Please not now, not when we have found love. Don't Die, Andre.

Helen rushed to Andre's side as well. "Andre?" she uttered in tears.

It was painful for Oscar to see Helen approach Andre but she wasn't selfish. She wouldn't keep anyone who loved him away from him. If I have to give him up just to save his life, I will, thought Oscar. I love you, Andre.

Helen ran her fingers to Andre's lips even as Oscar cradled the unconscious Andre in her arms. "I was happiest when I was with you, Andre. You are the one I truly love," whispered Helen.

Slowly Andre blinked until his green eyes began to focus… Gradually… blurry at first, and then he saw the face of the woman he truly loves. He smiled at her, his sweet, gentlemanly smile with a sparkle of true love in his eyes.

"Oscar…"