Northstar Vale My Rotten Spirit Of Black

Once again Cupid had found himself descending the mountain and cutting through the heart of the Court. Last time he had done this his intention was to hunt, and that did happen, it just wasn't a very successful. He had caught one, maybe two rodents tops. If it weren't for that old hag maybe he would've been in a good mindset to hunt more. Oh well, that was in the past now. There was no old woman to get in his way now. He was alone, surrounded by whispering trees.

Only he wasn't. Footsteps put an end to his prowling. Cupid stood straight and groaned. Another courtier to ruin his day, now wasn't that just grand? He considered leaving but it was much too late now. A woman walked towards him. Had she seen him yet? Cupid whipped his head to the side, pretending she wasn't there.