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My World

     Yes, it's me: Cupid, the son of The Ace Of Hearts. Before you ask it is that Ace Of Hearts. Y'know, the one who was considered the most evil villain last year by the Calico Association. People ask me all the time if I ever plan to grow up to be like my father and to that I always respond: "God, no" I understand my Dad is a celebrity and all, but why would I want to end up like him? I wouldn't say I am inherently evil or anything, and my power will probably have useful properties later in my life that aren't evil. When you have the power to summon arrows from thin air that control whoever they hit, it's hard to come up with anything other than evil uses for them. Mind control is just evil in general! 

     In order to try to keep away from my fathers antics, schemes and whatnot I spend a lot of time at Westside Restaurant. I work there and I spend all of my free-time there. I started working here when Icarus demanded that I try to get a job with him, and I wasn't a huge fan of the idea at first because a strict "No Magic" policy was put in place. I didn't really like the idea of Icarus having to hide his wings for several hours a day, but once we got working there it felt like it was exactly what I wanted: A place that feels ordinary, a place where I don't have to watch my step to avoid any kind of hex or curse. When I walk into Westside with my waiter apron on, and I smell that savory chicken broth in the kitchen, I feel like I'm safe. Because of this I always take a deep breath in whenever I walk inside, Icarus makes fun of me for it, but I don't think he knows what my life at home is like. It's chaotic, it's dark and worst of all there is a massive amount of pressure on my shoulders to be just as famous (if not more so) than my father.

"Cupid, you know that if you tried hard enough you could learn to fly, right? It's in your blood, I can't tell you how much time you'll spend hovering around once you figure it out. It feels so much better when you hover over a bloodied hero who dared to even step foot in your path" is the kind of thing I hear when I am at home. He's even tried to get me to kill small animals using my arrows, but every time I tell him that I have no interest in hurting anything because I know it will leave this hole inside of me that I won't be able to fill again, he thinks that I'm making that up. Shows the difference between us, doesn't it? I think I take after my Mom a lot more, wherever she may be. From the photos I've seen of her I know that I share the same bright blonde hair and blue eyes that she does, and presumably the same values considering how drastically different my father and I are from eachother. I wonder what my Mom ever saw in my Dad, somebody who looks like an angel falling for somebody who has the heart of a devil. She went missing when I was really little and my Dad gets misty-eyed when he talks about it, so I try not to ask about it. Admittedly I'd like to know more about her though.. maybe things would be different if she was still here. A voice tears through my train of thought:

     "Yo, Cupid! You good? Still smelling Westside like a weirdo?" It was Icarus, I guess I had zoned out for a moment. 

     "Hrm? Oh! Sorry, I guess I was spacing out there?" I scramble a bit to try to get myself back on track from that little tangent my mind went on about my Mom. 

     "Well, let's get to work then" Icarus walks into the kitchen in the back and gets to making orders, which leaves me running around taking orders. A typical day at Westside isn't very busy, and today wasn't really that much different. Westside's no magic policy turns off a lot of people since magic is a way of life here, It's as simple as picking up a library book and doing a ritual or going on a quest of some kind for a magical power reward. There are, however, some people who have decided that a magical way of life isn't what was intended for humans and shun away all chances to get any magical powers. Those are the people that go to Westside, and those are the people I know the best. I am always greeted with a smile from regulars and I have all of their orders memorized, I take an embarrassing amount of pride about it. I like to feel like I'm part of a happy positive community, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else. 

     During work there was a woman sitting in the far back in a massive sunhat that was obscuring her face with shadow, she appeared to be gesturing to me. I walked over to her, and much to my dismay she grabbed my hand and crammed a piece of paper in my hand. I'll have to read it when I get the chance.