Cupid's Rising

Initiation

When the sack I was in landed, I groaned in pain.

"Oh! She's here!" A voice cheered.

"Fat man, you will die first!" I shouted.

He laughed. I fought against the bag. What the heck?! Did they use some kind of steel rope to hold it closed?!

There was another few minutes of my fruitless fighting with a bag. Albeit completely stupid and pointless fighting, but I won't give up just yet. Beside me I heard another loud thud, followed by a groan of pain.

"Who's there?! Who is that!" I demanded.

"He's here. Now we can have party start!"

The rope holding my bag shut loosened. I pushed me way out, waving a hand expecting to hit someone's face.

Instead I was greeted by the sight of the North Pole.

My jaw dropped.

"Hey, there they are! Jack Frost and Cupid!" The fat man that had been shouting-Santa holy crud that was Santa I was meeting Santa-was now waving his arms in an excited greeting.

His arm had waved out towards the two other people in his group. The Tooth Fairy and the Sandman.

"Wow, you gotta be kidding me." A voice added beside me.

Before I could see who it was, something poked my face. Shooting up to my feet, my hand lashing out to my sheathed blade, I saw it was only an elf. He was beaming up at me with a dopey grin. While I observed I let myself hover off the ground. That always made me feel better.

A pair of yetis came up behind me. As I flew to the side to defend myself I saw them grab a pale thin boy from another sack. The boy seemed familiar to me.

"Hey, hey. Whoa, put me down." He told the yetis. They dropped him on his feet.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

The big straightened up his hoodie, brushing off yeti fur. "Who are you?"

"I asked first." My hand tightened on the hilt of my blade.

"I asked second." He tightened the hold on his staff.

There was a tense silence while I sized him up.

"Oh you are Jack Frost." I taunted. "You are smaller in person. What, is it too cold out?"

Jack narrowed his eyes. "That makes you Cupid?"

"Mmm, smart too. You're not just a baby face." I winked at him, loosening my hold on the hilt.

"I hope the yetis treated you well?" North interjected.

"Oh, yeah. I love being shoved in a sack and tossed through a magic portal." Jack snarked at him, swinging his staff over his shoulder.

North beamed. "Oh, good! That was my idea!" I rolled my eyes. "And Cupid?"

"Shove me in a sack again, fat man." I warned. "And I will not be happy."

North laughed. It was the big belly laugh that made me grin, however snarky. "You know Bunny, obviously."

Bunnymund was leaning against a nearby pillar. He gruffed our direction.

"Obviously."

"In passing."

"And the Tooth Fairy?" North prompted.

I opened my mouth to answer. The Tooth Fairy flew up to Jack, fingers reaching for his mouth. "Hello, Jack. I've heard a lot about you. And your teeth."