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of this work. I also do not own any of the mythological characters
mentioned or anything else that may strike you as familiar. Any
characters, ideas that you do not recognize do belong to me.
Rated: PG-13.
This is my first fanfiction so all comments will be adored, including criticism so please review.
Chapter 1: Cupid's Summoning
It was only 3:00 in the afternoon but outside it was dark as the blackest hours of the night. The streaks of lightning that illuminated the sky and the city showed the streets of Athens, full of people struggling to get inside cabs and buildings, away from the torrents of rain. The shouts and bursts of thunder were loud enough to wake the dead. To bring back something the world had not seen for countless years. To awaken a statue whose live counterpart had become a thing of fiction, a mere myth. But of course thunder has not that ability, or at least not on its own. The power required to bring such a being to life is not something easily harnessed. But one man unknowingly found a way.
He was a man who liked games, one who found humor in the absurd. The type of man who made silly wagers and sillier arguments. His name was Seamus and it was one such argument that begins this tale.
Seamus owned and managed his own hotel, Cupid's Stay. Cupid's Stay was a charming hideaway in Athens that was geared towards couples. Naturally, working in such a hotel caused Seamus to see hundreds of couples. Couples would come for honeymoons, romantic liaisons, vacations, anniversaries. Some would never leave their room for the entirety of their stay; others would go to their room only to sleep, choosing to spend their days sightseeing, and meandering about the city. These were the peaceful, happy couples that made Mary, Seamus' wife, enjoy working with her husband. How wonderful it was to work in a place that forever had romance in the air. But of course there were also the other couples. The ones who had nothing in common and wound up having shouting matches in the foyer, right in front of the statue of Cupid. The ones who eventually wound up in separate rooms.
It was while watching one such couple bicker as they came in from the storm that Mary said to her husband, "I don't understand couples like that. Why must they pick at each other?"
To which Seamus responded, "'Tis clear they have nothing in common. I wonder what made them get together in the first place."
Mary gave her husband a scornful look as she asked, "How would you know they have nothing in common? You haven't even met them yet."
Seamus rolled his eyes. His wife didn't have an observational bone in her body. "Look at what they're wearing for a start. She looks like a fashion plate in that outfit and look how she has her hair done up with ribbons. Although," he mused, "it's a strange style. Looks like there's a couple of meatballs on her head. Still," he continued, "she's all decked out and there he is in the ugliest green jacket I've ever seen."
Mary shook her head. "That's just clothes; it has nothing to do with true love."
"It's not just the clothes," Seamus argued. "Look how she's so carefree. She looks like she's babbling his ear off and he's just standing quietly. And look at that, she would have tripped on her feet if he hadn't caught her just now. She looks like a bubble brained klutz and he looks like the sober type," Seamus finished, watching the serious expression on the man's face as he held onto the girl.
"Hmm, you may be right," Mary acknowledged.
"'Course I'm right. If I was fixing things up, I would have never gotten those two together."
Mary shook her head. "You're right about them not having much in common. But maybe they appreciate each other's differences."
Seamus glanced across the foyer again just as the blonde screamed at her companion, "Darien, it's all your fault."
Seamus glanced back at his wife. "Maybe," he said sarcastically.
Mary glared at him. "It's been storming. Their tempers are just a little high. What do you know about fixing people up anyway?"
"I have a hotel named after Cupid don't I?" He was too busy glaring back at his wife to hear the thunder roaring in the distance, to notice how the statue of Cupid started to glow. "I bet I'd be a great matchmaker." At that seemingly benign statement, the lights flickered out only to return a moment later. But the damage had been done. Cupid had been summoned.
AN: Don't forget to review!!
Rated: PG-13.
This is my first fanfiction so all comments will be adored, including criticism so please review.
Chapter 1: Cupid's Summoning
It was only 3:00 in the afternoon but outside it was dark as the blackest hours of the night. The streaks of lightning that illuminated the sky and the city showed the streets of Athens, full of people struggling to get inside cabs and buildings, away from the torrents of rain. The shouts and bursts of thunder were loud enough to wake the dead. To bring back something the world had not seen for countless years. To awaken a statue whose live counterpart had become a thing of fiction, a mere myth. But of course thunder has not that ability, or at least not on its own. The power required to bring such a being to life is not something easily harnessed. But one man unknowingly found a way.
He was a man who liked games, one who found humor in the absurd. The type of man who made silly wagers and sillier arguments. His name was Seamus and it was one such argument that begins this tale.
Seamus owned and managed his own hotel, Cupid's Stay. Cupid's Stay was a charming hideaway in Athens that was geared towards couples. Naturally, working in such a hotel caused Seamus to see hundreds of couples. Couples would come for honeymoons, romantic liaisons, vacations, anniversaries. Some would never leave their room for the entirety of their stay; others would go to their room only to sleep, choosing to spend their days sightseeing, and meandering about the city. These were the peaceful, happy couples that made Mary, Seamus' wife, enjoy working with her husband. How wonderful it was to work in a place that forever had romance in the air. But of course there were also the other couples. The ones who had nothing in common and wound up having shouting matches in the foyer, right in front of the statue of Cupid. The ones who eventually wound up in separate rooms.
It was while watching one such couple bicker as they came in from the storm that Mary said to her husband, "I don't understand couples like that. Why must they pick at each other?"
To which Seamus responded, "'Tis clear they have nothing in common. I wonder what made them get together in the first place."
Mary gave her husband a scornful look as she asked, "How would you know they have nothing in common? You haven't even met them yet."
Seamus rolled his eyes. His wife didn't have an observational bone in her body. "Look at what they're wearing for a start. She looks like a fashion plate in that outfit and look how she has her hair done up with ribbons. Although," he mused, "it's a strange style. Looks like there's a couple of meatballs on her head. Still," he continued, "she's all decked out and there he is in the ugliest green jacket I've ever seen."
Mary shook her head. "That's just clothes; it has nothing to do with true love."
"It's not just the clothes," Seamus argued. "Look how she's so carefree. She looks like she's babbling his ear off and he's just standing quietly. And look at that, she would have tripped on her feet if he hadn't caught her just now. She looks like a bubble brained klutz and he looks like the sober type," Seamus finished, watching the serious expression on the man's face as he held onto the girl.
"Hmm, you may be right," Mary acknowledged.
"'Course I'm right. If I was fixing things up, I would have never gotten those two together."
Mary shook her head. "You're right about them not having much in common. But maybe they appreciate each other's differences."
Seamus glanced across the foyer again just as the blonde screamed at her companion, "Darien, it's all your fault."
Seamus glanced back at his wife. "Maybe," he said sarcastically.
Mary glared at him. "It's been storming. Their tempers are just a little high. What do you know about fixing people up anyway?"
"I have a hotel named after Cupid don't I?" He was too busy glaring back at his wife to hear the thunder roaring in the distance, to notice how the statue of Cupid started to glow. "I bet I'd be a great matchmaker." At that seemingly benign statement, the lights flickered out only to return a moment later. But the damage had been done. Cupid had been summoned.
AN: Don't forget to review!!