In a sleepy town tucked into the woods, Valentine’s Day wasn’t just a holiday—it was an event orchestrated by magical beings.

Realizing they were now enchanted, Pip panicked. “Oh no, oh no!” he squeaked, fumbling to fix his mistake. But before he could nock another arrow, the bow fired on its own, striking a nearby werewolf named Hugo and a fairy named Tansy.

“You dropped this,” the nymph said softly, holding up a small quiver Pip had forgotten in the chaos. Her eyes sparkled as she handed it back.