You had been murdered by someone you had thought had loved you, the heartbreak hurting you just the same as your physical wound.

When you awoke from your lifeless sleep, you were falling through the air and the moon seemed much bigger than before.

The moon whispered to you as you fell, the wind rushing past you not even phasing you.

“Fly,” the moon whispered to you that night.

Your wings unfurled and you went surging up into the air, missing the ground that would’ve killed you if you had hit it.

“The moon has chosen its new Guardian!” North announced to the rest of the guardians.

“Oh great,” Bunnymund rolls his eyes.

“Brighten up cottontail,” Jack says.

“Aye-” Bunnymund starts before two Yetis approach the Guardians, throwing a large velvet bag on the ground.

The bag groans and moves around, beginning to open as you crawl out.

You had large angel wings on your back, a bow slung across your back.

“Oh my, look at those wings!” Tooth gasps in excitement.

“An angel?” Sandy signs with sand pictures above his head, a confused look on his face.

“Cupid,” North corrects him.

Jack looks at you curiously, moving closer to you.

Cupid… he thinks. Why did the moon choose you?