Clay's POV

"Wake up."

I groaned and shifted a little, but did not open my eyes.

"I said, wake up!"

"Alright, alright!" I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Where.... oh. Still in the hole."

"Yep. And you'll be wondering who I am."

"Yeah. Care to introduce yourself?" All I could see was blackness.

"Sure." The voice of whoever this was seemed to be coming from all directions. It sounded ethereal and harsh at the same time. "My name is Cupid."

I gasped. "The...love....god?"

"Yep. Not the reindeer. But I'm also not a cute little cherub with teeny-tiny wings and a pink quiver with pink heart-tipped arrows. No siree. I spend most of my time down here; you'd be surprised at how many love-struck people mope around in these woods, and as a result, fall down this hole.  "

"Ok. But then...what do you look like?"

"Well, I look like an 18-year-old for a start. Blonde hair. White toga. Red and black quiver, with black arrows etched with hearts. I have pretty big wings. And a red bow. Red is a much better colour than pink, in my opinion. Red is more.... intense."

"Uh-huh. Sure. Now, can you help me-"

"Get out? Sure. Just after we have a quick chat. You're in love with one of your Knight friends, aren't you? Macy, am I right?"

"Yes. Wait...I suppose. I guess I am in love with her..."

"You are. Trust me, I know. Now, you're not sure how to confess to her. I can help you with that."

"Can you?" I asked, suddenly excited. "You're going to shoot her with one of your arrows?"

"No, no. If I do that, its not going to be real love. You need to confess. Your  love for her is real."

"But I don't know how," I replied, deflating a little. "Maybe I won't. What if she doesn't like me back?"

"Now, now, we can't have that! How else are you going to find out if she likes you if you don't ask or confess?" Cupid lowered his voice a bit. "You do want to get together with Macy, right?"

"Really badly," I nodded.

"Then confessing is what you have to do. It's better than just asking. Who someone likes is their personal biz. If you confess, and ask, then its like a trade. I'll tell you my secret, you tell me yours."

"But-"

"I know its hard. But-" I heard what sounded like fingers snapping. "-I have an idea. Now hold still."

"What are you- ow!" I felt something pierce my shoulder. He'd shot me with an arrow!

"Hey!" I said- or, at least, tried to say.  I couldn't make a sound! It was like my voice box had broken down.

"There. I just cast a spell on you. My arrows can do much more than you think." I could swear he was smirking, wherever he was. "Now you can't speak unless you're going to confess to Macy."

What?! I glared into the darkness, hoping Cupid could see me.

He laughed, and suddenly, there I was, out of the hole at last. 

"If I am right, Macy and your other friends should be approaching you now. Good luck!" he laughed once more as my friends' voices reached my ears.

What a mess I've gotten myself into.

A/n: This is gonna be way  too long..... And it probably already is.
Oh well. Hope you enjoyed!