Cupid had been chasing this dragon for centuries. From the first time Cupid looked upon Cyberon, he fell in love. He could not help letting hot tears blur his vista of Noghin Nonagon while remembering the first time he had ever seen Cyberon.
"My Quiver's empty, Cupid." Dipuc said to his twin. He was flying in to pluck his ammo into a monks head, when he gave the words, "Make sure not to die while I refresh my supply."
Cupid's brother was always rhyming without meaning to. He usually answered back in rhyme, only to tease Dupic into a small quarrel. He'd then amuze himself by strengthening their brotherly bond and make Dupic feel better than he did before the argument. He enjoyed this mischievous entertainment more frequently because their job had become so boring as of late.
Before he could answer Dupic in rhyme, the dazzling glint of Cyberon's blue-green iridescent scales bounced the red flame of the setting sun into his squinting eye from across the valley. The floating tail caused an instant calm in him. It was a stillness that Cupid mistook for sudden shock.
Reaching his hand back to his last arrow, Cupid cussed at his wings to fly. They did not wish to flutter in the direction of his new-found prey, but soar closer to his unarmed brother. Sacrificing logic, Cupid went head over heels for Cyberon. After emitting a gutteral cherub grunt from deep within his angelic gut, his feathered wings were coaxed into chasing down the very last single dragon by themselves.
Cyberon had known for a long time that he would confront these cherub assassins. Being the most intelligent dragon had it's benefits. Precognition told him that by this time he would not have a mate. Simple logic would then dictate that the cheruibic team were on their way to try and take his bones for the last of the arrow supply.
The spade shaped arrowheads, narrow shafts, and wispy quills were fashioned from the bones of the very first dragon, Sirl. The giant-angel, Velan had slain Sirl in what had been come to be known as the last angelic downfall. The giant-angel had gleaned meaning of prophecies before the man-gods had deciphered the code. The code that foretold of the purest power. Dragon's power.
Velan's life ended, and Cupid and Dupic's began after the last angelic downfall. Velan found the massive white dragon in the middle of a nap, nestling among various treasure plundered from all corners of the globe. He slayed Sirl with twelve arrows between his eyes, before the dragon could wake. In that clutch of gold and silver, Velan fashioned one hundred forty-four of the purest arrows from the dragon's corpse.
The man-gods decided to look in on the matter. Once they became aware of what had occurred, they shook the hoard so hard that the arrows multiplied by two, as did Velan. The voice of the man-gods spoke with such a volume that Velan dropped the arrows to clutch at his ears. It did not help, the aural directive of the man-gods was so loud, that it seemed to originate from his own mind.
"You've destroyed what was pure! We will not destroy you, but split you up for your transgressions! "
They divided the giant-angel into two cherubs, named Cupid and Dupic. Cupid was given the half of Velan that was mischevious and cantankerous. Dupic was left with the other half, which was a mixture of foolish and dopey. They were both great assassins from the start, but Dupic was the most likely to miss when aiming an arrow. Dupic had no clue that they used to be one giant angel, but Cupid had seen the prophesies and knew of the pair's fated future.
A future that was looking to short of arrows. The supply had dwindled away because of the amount of bachelor dragons to match became so small. If an arrow were used on an eligible dragon male, he would seek out the most appropriate female, and produce four hundred thirty-two arrows from the essence surrounding the union. A week before, the count had come in of the numbers on the remaining dragons. Only one remained. That proved to provide a puzzling conundrum for the two cherubs.
For humans, the brothers' charge was to make each person on the list aware of the good and bad of the situations that they faced. People were chosen by the man-gods by their actions and words. If they proved worthy enough to be given divine decision making skills, Cupid and Dupic would find them, fly to them, and fly a fate arrow to their skull. Once embedded, the substance turns to vapor and thought. Thoughts of the pros and cons of any situation are embedded into the target's mind. They can use this in order to make the appropriate decision for whatever comes their way. Giving humans insight was Dupic's favorite part of the task, while Cupid enjoyed pairing dragons.
Dupic was on his way back to his brother with a quiver full of arrows when he saw Cyberon floating on the other side of the canyon. He could not see Cupid, but could feel the intensity of his brother's intent in the air. Zooming above, he caught a glimpse of what looked like a joke at first. Cupid was hovering in one spot above Cyberon's nose, looking directly into the dragon's eyes!