Well, here's the next chapter. This chapter is mostly for comedy, but you learn somewhat of the problem Ema has with Cupid. Enjoy!
We were flying along to Cupid's place. I was half really x infinity^10 angry with Cupid, the other half was in awe of what Baby Tooth just gave me. The tooth fairy touch is what allows the tooth boxes to be opened; now I had it for one use. That use was going to be for my tooth box, when I find it. I know what some of you are thinking, you're thinking of those story's where someone uses there one chance of happiness on someone else. I don't really see anyone like that in this story, besides they may be missing memories from a few years ago, I'm missing memories from 275 years ago! I've waited longer, I deserve it more. I know that I sound selfish, but seriously, I don't see anyone with memory pity in this story but me.
In the middle of flight, Jack flew up next to me and asked, "What's the deal with you and Cupid anyway?" That stopped me in my tracks, Jack never asked that before.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Well, you obviously hate her; I just want to know as to why." I looked around, nothing but wide open spaces at the moment. I was pretty sure my warning systems that I had Mini-me set up would warn me if danger was nearby and I should get going.
"I have time to re-enact it for you." I made Jack a little chair and one for me too. I made a little movie screen to re-enact what happened that started the feud with Cupid.
It all started one day when I was hanging out with the leprechauns. It may have come up that Cupid was the best archer there was. Me, being an archer myself, wanted to become just as talented as cupid.
So I practiced, for many years, until I could match up with Cupid. One day, when I was practicing, I acciendently almost hit Cupid with my arrow when she was passing by.
"HEY!" shouted Cupid on the screen. "You almost clipped me!"
"I'm so sorry …Cupid?!"
"Yeah, you should be sorry."
"Cupid, you don't understand, I'm a big fan of yours!"
"Oh, really, then why'd you nearly clip me!"
"I said I was sorry. I didn't mean it, really. I was just practicing shooting my arrow, and I was so in the zone, I didn't see you pass by, my mistake."
"That was in the zone?" Cupid laughed. "That was terrible!"
"I hit my target, and I'm actually getting pretty good," I said cracking my voice. Cupid was hurting my feelings.
"Listen sweetie, no one is better than me. Everyone talks about me, meanwhile only on a rare occasion people talk about you."
"They only talk about you on Valentine's Day, and I can hit anything, all you can do is hit people!"
"Are you seriously challenging me?"
"What if I am?"
"Fine, I accept your challenge. We'll have a 10 year competition. Whoever's influence is stronger, me, by the end of the decade wins."
"You're on!"
So compete we did, some myths and legends stopped to watch. I was on fire, as could be shown with my illusionary flame arrows. I was showing off tricks galore, and you have to admit, Cupid had lost her game. There were three times during the competition where my arrows broke and I had to make new ones, which didn't make sense to me for my arrows never break.
"NNNOOO!" I cried over a broken arrow.
At the end of the decade, I won. The 1920's were known as the invention era, I had given a lot of people ideas.
"NO! NONONO! IT'S NOT FAIR! I'M THE GREATEST ARCHER, NOT HER!" cried Cupid, giving a temper tantrum. I relished in glory, I put Cupid in her place.
The movie disappeared, and I explained the rest of the story.
"A few years later, I found I had 4 arrows in my quiver, which I didn't need. So, I turned them into my other three weapons," I said pulling out my dagger, sword and whip. I put them away, and continued.
"In the 60's, our competition started up again. Cupid won, and she regained her title as best archer in the world. The 60's were known as the baby boomer era, the rematch in the 70's led to the peace and love era, and ever since then we haven't had a reason to start it back up again."
"But what about the 50's or the 80's?"
"That was just stuff on my own time, and the retro era was a mock competition I had for myself, which wasn't fair because I won by default."
"But nowadays, people come up with all sorts of technology."
"That's just stuff on my own time. Not everything is a competition, besides I could never get a valid enough reason to challenge Cupid again."
"I guess you have reason now, but we don't have 10 years."
"I actually still don't have a reason to, surprisingly. There's nothing in the code of Archers that says you can't use your skills to steal, just think of Robin Hood, but it does go against her job description. She's Cupid! She's not supposed to steal people's memories; she's supposed to make them fall in love with other people!" I said mockingly, and then I made a gagging motion. The idea of lovey-dovey kissy-goo-goo stuff makes me want to throw up.
"Okay, instead of sitting here talking about it, let's go get your memories."
"Let's!" I shouted, and then headed off.
Jack flew up next to me.
"Can I ask another quick question, Ema?"
"You just did, Jack." I said plainly.
"Where does Cupid live exactly?"
"You don't know where your creepy crusher lives? Didn't she kidnap you or something?"
"No, I've actually been trying to stay away from her."
"Smart move, stay away from the stalker."
"She's not stalking me; she just really, really, likes me so much it creeps me out."
"In my mind that's still a stalker. Anyway, even though it was highly advised for me to stay away from her, I know where she lives from the basic fact of knowing your enemy. It was just in case I wanted to play a practical joke, challenge her again, or go on a rampage visit like right now."
"We're not rampaging in; we're just getting your memories back."
"You do it your way, I'll do it mine."
"No, your way involves maiming her."
"Fine, whatever."
"Where are we going?"
"You really don't know? It's so obvious; where would the bringer of love live? In the city of love! In the most romantic place on earth!"
Oo la la, now they're off to paris. Tell me what you think in reviews, ta ta.
