My Snow Angel: A Jack Frost love story

Chapter 2: Storm Clouds Gathering

Several Hundred years later, and about 2 years after the attack of pitch.

Amorette's POV:

In my loneliness I would often visit the world below. It was a game of pretend I played, acting as though I was apart of their lives. However deep down I knew the truth was no one could see me. It was in these trips that I began to understand and master my powers

I had a unique ability, I could make people fall in love. No that's incorrect, I could make people realize their feelings. A hit from my arrows could make people realize and accept how they truly felt but I couldn't force strangers to fall in love. A strike from my arrow didn't always mean romantic love either. It could bring up cherished memories of those you love, such as family and friends. I often helped children who were grieving over the death of relatives and pets by bringing out the happy memories they had with them. By showing them the happy times they had with that individual I could make the grieving process easier. If people were fighting, I could help by showing them that their was always a positive memory to look back on and something worth fighting for. Whether they chose to continue pursuing their relationship was up to them after that.

People began to call me Cupid, and Aphrodite, but the name they chose to call me by didn't matter. No one knew I existed, no one truly believed in me. I was destined to always be the matchmaker and never matched.

My only friends at this time were the doves that lived in my cloud palace with me. They helped me by bringing in supplies for me to craft new arrows, and bringing the thoughts of those who needed my help.

It was through them and the humans on earth that I heard of others like me. However they had something I didn't, the belief of the children. I had never met the people they spoke of; Saint Nicholas, the Easter bunny, the Tooth Fairy and others. I longed to meet them but I had no idea how, I knew deep down that they would be able to see me. Even if they didn't want to be my friend, the recognition of my existence would be enough. I wondered if they too had heard of me.

That was when the storm clouds began to gather. Storms were a usual occurrence to me up in the clouds, but these seemed different. The darkness in them had a wicked feel to it, and the storm erupted a fury of lightning like I had never before seen. The sound was deafening and disorienting. The clouds seemed to be closing in around me and I tried to escape the darkness. The darkness only followed me, this wasn't a natural storm, this was an embodiment of evil. The clouds formed themselves into dark horses and I flew as fast as my wings could carry me, I had to escape.

I was beginning to tire and the clouds still tried to entrap me with no signs of slowing. It was time to stand my ground. I landed and began firing off arrows one by one, clouds I struck turned golden and pink and reverted to other benevolent forms rather than horses. However I was vastly outnumbered and running low on arrows. I tried again to escape but all at one the horses launched themselves at me with a synchronized attack. I couldn't defend myself in time. I felt myself falling to earth, that was the last thing I remember before I blacked out.