This is my version of the story of Eros and Psyche. I portrayed Aphrodite a bit more haughty that I usually would, so excuse me if you're a fan. Seeing as I'm a tad lazy, I'm going to split this up into three parts...so, Read, review, and hopefully-enjoy!

Eros, son of Aphrodite and fellow god of love, trailed behind his mother with his golden bow in hand. "I have a wonderful task for you today, son." She said, a sly grin curling on her face. "I want your arrow to pierce a young lady named Psyche. Make sure that the first thing she sees is something...inanimate. A rock, a tree, a wilting flower...anything. If you want to make me laugh, it can be some sort of a bug. See how hard it'll be to kiss THAT!" She let out a haughty laugh. Eros nodded.

"Am I but a puppet?" He mumbled to himself.

"What was that, dear?" She said, peering over her shoulder.

"No, nothing at all mother." He replied through gritted teeth.

"Well. Alright. Anyway, she's over there, son. Around those trees somewhere." She said, pointing to a cluster of trees near the woods. "Make sure she doesn't see you...we don't need any accidents." Smiling, she began to fade away.

Eros sighed and began to glide twoards the trees. Landing behind a large oak, he peeked his head out to look for his 'victim'.

Psyche was so beautiful, it shocked him. It was instantaneous love. For a moment, he merely stared at his bow and arrow, wondering whether it had somehow penetrated him without notice.

She sat on a fallen tree near a babbling brook, long golden hair curling around her waist. Her thin pink lips were smiling, admiring the scenic view of the forest before her. It was obvious why his mother wanted her to fall in love with something that wouldn't love her back...she was jealous!

"Wow." He mumbled, clutching his bow tightly. How could he have the heart to pierce such a beautiful woman?

"But I must." He said to himself as he bit his bottom lip. "What mother wants, she will have...after all, who would want to mess with the goddess of love, right?"

Bringing up the arrow, he aimed and fired at her arm. It pierced somewhere just above her elbow. She let out a small shriek as she began turning around to see who had shot her. The magic, the magic that he had been so used to, so amused with,began to work. "Who are YOU?" She asked, delighted to see him.

"Oh no." He whispered, his eyes wide.