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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
[center][b]Olympus[/b][/center]
	Over the past few hours, or what would seem like a few hours on Earth, Aphrodite noticed her half-sister, Athena, was rushing here and there, busying herself with the affairs of the mortals.  Even though all the gods have had at one point or another their favorites, Athena has always been the one most concerned with the mortal heroes of the planet, which the mortals call Earth.  It had been so long since the Olympians could interact with the realm of the mortals.  Ever since the Scrolls of Fate revealed that an ancient threat would rise again, the Olympians have once again began to select ‘favorites’.

	Another result of this rekindled patronage of heroes was one of Aphrodite’s favorite pastimes of old: screwing with the ‘favorites’ of the other gods, particularly of her half-sisters.  What allowed the Goddess of Love to get away with this activity was the fact that the gods could not interfere with the will of the others, lest they wish to run the risk of suffering the wrath of Zeus, the Father of Gods and Men.  Of course, if one of the gods or goddesses had screwed with another’s mortal, it was only expected that the first god’s favorite would soon feel the wraith of the second god.

	Aphrodite called over her son, Eros, or as we better know him as Cupid, to her side.  Just as Athena sought aid from Helios, Aphrodite did the same from her son.  Although the mortals of this modern age usually depicts the son of Aphrodite as a bow-wielding infant cherub, the Eros standing before the daughter of Zeus and Dione was a winged adolescent boy, still at the peak of his youth.

	“Whom do you desire for me to strike down with my arrows, mother?”  Eros asked the Goddess of Love while he took an arrow from his quiver, notched it, and aimed his bow into the air as if he were targeting an unsuspecting victim.

	“I do have someone in mind, but you won’t be striking her down with your weapons.”  Aphrodite turned to a locked wardrobe in her lovely abode.  Within this safe, Aphrodite stored her own missiles, all of which having different arrow heads.  When her son saw this stockpile of darts, Eros’ mouth started to foam in excitement, knowing the potency of Aphrodite’s arsenal.

	“Use this, my son.”  Aphrodite handed Eros one of the countless arrows that were stored within the wardrobe.  This arrow had a barbed and serrated point.  “While at first its effects appear weak and at a slow rate, after a while, the wound will become grievous and cause a sickness of love that even the strongest of will cannot endure.”

	“And whom is the target?”

	Aphrodite handed him a small scrap of parchment, containing some writing.  “All what you need is here.  I don’t quite think she’s doing it right, so I feel like giving her a little helping hand.  Plus, I will greatly enjoy seeing my pompous sister squirm at the sight of her avatar inflicted by my disease.  Don’t fail me, my son.”

	“Consider it done!”

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[center][b]Columbus[/b][/center]
	If you have lived in Ohio, you would know that you need a significant snowfall to cancel school.  Although back in January, we got out of classes because the temperature was so low that it was dangerous for college students to be outside, now that it is the end of February, any hope for a weather-related school cancelation has left as spring rolls in.  But once some lunatic threatens to turn the whole human race into metahumans, we get the whole week off.  Too bad that one of my crazy professor still wants us to email him a paper.  Ruined a perfect little improtu break, especially since I won’t be affected by this mad scientist’s plan.

	While I served myself breakfast, I started to think about starting my paper.  Normally, I would just set up my laptop on either the kitchen table or the desk in my room, but when I glanced down at wrist, I noticed I was still wearing the power nullifier.  I must had forgotten to remove it before I went to bed last night.  I know what that means: I’m going to have to spend a couple hours in my ‘drider’ form.  Wonderful.  Looks like I’m going to be writing this paper on my bed because I am [b]NOT[/b] standing while I write this paper.

	Once I had finished my breakfast, I went back to my bedroom.  After I picked up my computer and placed it on my bed, I pulled off the power-nullifying band from my wrist and tossed it onto my nightstand.  Crawling onto my bed, I flipped my body over so that my back was pressed up against my bed’s headboard and my spider legs were curled up towards the ceiling.  Before I placed my computer on my cephalothorax (basically where my lap normally would be), I threw a blanket over the middle of the spider portion of my body.  While I know that I am [i]mostly[/i] spider in my lower body, it still feels unnatural to not wear pants in this form.  I really need to get Athena to make something for me.

	While the clicks of the keys began to sound as I typed on my computer, I felt my phone buzz.  It was not touching me, either.  I just could sense it.  Probably that silly spider-sense thing.  When I reached over to grab my phone, I suddenly felt an immense, but short, pain in my chest, specifically my heart.  In fact, I thought I heard the thump of a bow string.  However, when I glanced over towards my room’s windows, I saw that they were all closed and there were not any holes in the glass.  Strange.

	It was Will, sending an IM to me via the Facebook messenger.  I probably should try to get this paper done now so that I can enjoy the rest of my ‘break’, but this feeling, this flame, urged me on to not only focus on the paper.  Fortunately, I have more than two dexterous limbs in this form.  My second pair of spider legs held my phone right above the screen of my laptop, while my first pair of spider legs controlled the screen.

	“So, what type of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? ;)”  Will had typed to me.

	[color=b22222]“Don’t remind me, whether it’s some wannabe god or Marvel comics.”[/color]  This was surreal.  While my spider legs were texting that message to Will, I was still continuing with my paper.  Talk about incredible double-tasking skills.

	“Any idea about what you’ll be wearing when you’re superheroing?”  However, before my legs could respond, Will also sent an image of a scarlet and gray costume.

	[color=b22222]“Although the eyelashes on the lens does make it look girly, that’s not bad.”[/color]

	“So, since it’s obvious that you can easily go from Columbus to Lost Haven and back, would you be willing to meet up sometime soon?  Maybe go to mass and then a Sunday lunch?”

	Again, I felt this urge in my heart.  Probably a month or two ago, I probably would have tried to give some excuse about being busy or something.  But now, the feeling in my gut told me to act otherwise.  I don’t know what has gotten into me.

	[color=b22222]“Well, I would have to check with my ‘ride’, but if I get a positive answer, let’s make it a date.”[/color]