4th Century, Greece.

It's another quiet, gentle spring day. The plants and animals are beginning to wake up from the mostly calm winter Greece had gone through.

From above, up in the sky, Eros flaps his wings and stretches them wide. This feeling of flight is his version of freedom. The sunlight glints off of his golden arm cuffs, his golden sandals, and his golden laurel crown. He holds onto his bow and arrow tight while he soars down into the trees and perches on a branch, puffing his feathers. Eros closes his eyes to simply listen to the sounds of the forest. His home.

"Hm..?" He opens his eyes again, though to a slight narrow. There's the soft sound of humming further off, in the palace. Curious, he hops from tree to tree to see what it is. There, in the castle's garden, was a young woman resting peacefully with her eyes closed in one of the hammocks, while two maids hummed about.

This was the prettiest mortal Eros had ever seen. He quickly hides behind the leaves and branches, looking away. If she saw him, she'd surely be afraid... for everyone was afraid of Eros. They all called him a beast on Mount Olympus, for he was able to destroy armies. But he couldn't help but be curious.

While he's watching her, he suddenly hisses and jolts back, looking down. He's accidentally slashed himself with his own arrow. An arrow that causes one to fall into deep love.