CHAPTER: SON OF THE NORTH WIND

Boreas was the purple-winged god of the north wind and bringer of winter, one of the four Anemoi. He was also the god of winter, who swept down from the cold northern mountains, chilling the air with his icy breath. To the north,lay Hyperborea, a land of eternal spring which was never touched by the god's chilling wind .Also said to have had two sons, Zethes and Calais, Boreas then had a son with Zeus' sister Demeter Boreas' third son, his youngest son a male demi-god who had 49% human DNA. his hair white like snow, and blue-ish gray eyes, the demi-god was born shortly after the death of his two older brothers. During his birth it said that snow fell all around the mortal world, every lake froze and mountains covered with snow, a wonderful sight to see, but as the boy breathed for the first time, the gentle winter breezes turned into Blizzards, snow turned into hail, snowstorms turned the hot desart into a frozen wasteland, and that was how the world stayed. With that Boreas called his new son Pyry, the young boy had mastered his abilities to controle his abilities to controle the witer, crippling the human world, turning it into hos frozen little toy. One night, Hermes came to Boreas in a dream, they were standing in the middle of the human world, a frozen park with silver trees that danced wildly in the storm, ''See this? It's you'r sons power...If he gets any stronger...he might just be able to take your place as God of the northern winds and bringer of winter... you don't want to lose such a important position now do you Boreas?''. Hermes ran around in the air dodging the hail, the light of the moon almost made the snow look like it was glitter. Boreas was furious, a two year old?! Taking his title as the Bringer of winter! Never!. A even greater snowstorm swept over the world blowing down trees and making mountains shiver, Boreas awoke that night and found his son sleeping in his cradle, hugging a evil snowman doll as he slept, Boreas picked him up and threw him off the mountains of where he lived, the baby still cradling and sleeping was thrown to the mortal world, Zephyrus god of the west wind saw the baby falling from the sky, and quickly sent a cool spring breeze to catch him, cradling the boy and gently resting him on the ground, the baby giggled and waved his arms, searching for something to hold onto, a lily poked its petals out of the ground, the snow bagan to melt away, the sun began to crawl out from behind the gray sky, silver leafes turned to green, finally the spring season came, the snow haired toddler yawned and fell back to sleep, he lay there sleeping in the park, the warm breeze watching over him ''Mummy look! a baby''. A little voice shoutted excitedly as it ran to the demi-god and knelt down, ''Oh my! Poor thing..''. Her mother followed after her ''Can we keep it!?''. The little girl begged her mother, ''It might be lost..we'll have to find it's perants..''. The woman picked Pyry up He smiled''Mummy!''. ''We should give him a name...''. The little girl suggested, ''What should we call him then?''.
The wind whispered his name ''Pyry...''. ''Hmmm...what about Pyry then..''. The woman laughed and took him home, Pyry was now known as a human in the mortal's eyes, but still a demi-god in reality.