2. ASCYL

Eros chose the school of medicine in Oxford, California. He thought he was about to live in luxury because they are god and they have golds, but their treasury dramatically dropped out after paying all the purchase for the amenities whose biggest expenditure was for Aphrodite's beauty products.

He was having a stroll when a red personalized Ferrari stopped and there on board is Apollo, the hot Apollo. His fiery red eyes glistening under the sun and his toned muscles under his clothes were perfect fashion statements.

"I'm just here to remind you Eros, that you cannot use your powers carelessly specially around mortals. They have their own system of making stories, you might end up on a billboard someday."

People must understand, being the don of Aphrodite will surely be the center of distraction.

"In case you need more."

"I can't use these."

"Trust me, you'll need it. I know you will."

Twenty miles away from him, Ascyl lays on her bed, nose glued on her laptop. She was accidentally hit by the arrow when Zeus summoned Eros.

When the god of love almost bumped his head against the plane, two arrows fell. One went straight to Ascyl's heart but the other one snapped into two. One end hit a tall skinny guy, he's like a small scale Enrique Iglesias. But the other end hit a girl a blonde, blue-eyed girl. And boy oh, boy how cute she is. In their case, one of them must give way or the three of them will die.

She knew in her heart that she would not wish for love as painful as this. She would rather choose to live alone and stay single for the rest of her life. She would never run after a man. She would never cry over a man.

In contrary, her best friend Dene thinks Ascyl as a hopeless romantic. She is in love but denies it as much as she can and she would never tell anyone about her stalking sessions every time there is a chance. Ascyl loves Alfredo so much but she would prefer to die rather than talk to him. Dene would sometimes think if she was some kind of numb or just dumb.

Dene would see her best friend spend all her time at her studio. And would never go out for food. She would just paint and paint and paint. And Dene would just wait outside her studio, hoping they could have dinner together or grab a box of nuggets at McDonalds.

"Is there a trip to Palau?" Ascyl asked Dene.

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm just hoping we could have a vacation. A one month vacation."

"All my ATM cards were cancelled."

"Why?"

"Because I messed Daddy's blueprints and I didn't know he doesn't have any backup copy."

"What's the blueprint for?"

"Another telecommunications company in Brazil."

End of conversation. They can't go for a vacation.

"Go home Dene. It's already eleven in the evening. It's either you go home or you would say bye-bye to your BMW S1000."

In her sleep, she convulsed into a thick fog of green and purple. Her whole body shaking, her bones breaking and realigning, her muscles compressed and reshaped.

When she woke up, she went straight to the bathroom to wash her face. And when she saw herself in the mirror, she feel detached from her self. Her eyes turned magenta and her hair were purple.

"I can't believe myself to be part of another fucked-up fairytale!" she shouted and the remembered her dream.

A man was calling on to her, a man wearing a black coat, a billowing black smoke under his feet, a well set jaw calling her DAUGHTER. Then her dream took her to a church, Alfredo smiling at the altar wearing a white tuxedo. It looks like a wedding. She took her step forward but instead of looking at her eyes, Alfredo stares at a young woman at the middle of the red carpet. She wears a white satin gown with a long train. Then the girl walked passed through her as if she belongs to the air. Horror filled her insides. Then the scene melted into a swirl of black smoke. She can hear wings slicing through the air. Her clothes, shaggy and burnt with blood all over her face. The smell of blood lightens up her face. A metal bow bursts in her hand, she gripped on it and in one swift move she aimed at Alfredo. Ready to commit the kill, she had never felt so alive and excited. She let go of the shot but she saw her another self catch the arrow. It went straight to her heart butt instead of death, she earned life. A life not born from love, but from hate.