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Intro "Far far away, Not too long ago you see. A man called cupid, used to fly wild and free" /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ "But one day a bow fell under his grasp, A heart on the end of a arrow. A responsible fell on his shoulders, One he disregarded for human bone marrow." /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ "The cupids hair once a stunning white, was stained pink with blood. He was never made to be a man with love, He would never manage to fly higher than a dove." /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ "He fell from the heavens, Banished as such. Only now may one hear the story, Oh, the tragedy of the Cupid" /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ What a stupid poem, if the cupid was really so evil then why is he associated with valentines. Because the day it happened was the 14th of February, a day now celebrated as love and compassion. But back then, blood stained the grass, and it wasn't the cupids blood either... /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ Well, theres a workplace, one that allows those blessed by the gods with abilities to work. Or more, practice their abilities and how to handle them safely. You attended that place, you too had an ability training with it outside, the safest place to train as nobody usually went out here, the weaker abilities couldn't get hurt.