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Chapter 1: 950 words

~KC/WithAWhisperElliot12

The Prologue: In Which A Certain Temperamental Boss-Lady Blows Up

It was a cold, windy day up in the clouds. The winter solstice was not only an important day on Olympus, but also in the caverns of Aiolos, or less formally Aeolus, Hippotades. This important day was the Meeting of the Winds, which occurred on the solstices and equinoxes to assign what would happen in the coming season.

On the floating island, the ruling body was Aeolus, the king of the primordial wind gods, the stormy Aellai, and the wild and rambunctious Anemoi Thuellai. He no longer kept the winds Anemoi locked up in their stables - no more bronze walls and sheer rock cliffs - like naughty horses, but he did want them to report to him. Rogue Anemoi, or Venti, would sometimes attack the occasional demigod. The only thing that kept the winds in order was the scheduled disasters, the threat of the stables, Aeolus, and sometimes Zeus. Zeus was not a large governing body as you would expect, though he did have some say in the natural air disasters.

The Aellai cycled out as right hands for Aeolus as the seasons changed. Boreas was the frigid wind of winter, Zephyros the gentle breezes of spring, Notos was the wind of stormy summer, and Euros was the unpredictable autumn coil. Of course, sometimes the Anemoi Thuellai, literally hurricane winds, the storm-winds who ensured chaos during the seasons.

This particular meeting, though, there was a particular uproar, bedlam more than usual. Chaos, the primordial void herself, had been concerned at the disorder among the winds. Boreas was at ends with Notos over an unusually constant warm spell that had occurred annually over the past ten years. Zephyros, usually calm and hard to anger, was sporting a puce face and throwing large rose thorns at Euros and was verbally sparring with several Anemoi. The Anemoi were whirling around mischievously, sensing a great upset. Aeolus sat on his throne and stared out at the pandemonium, shaking his head. He expected no help from Olympus, these were primordials, and the gods had their own problems.

Chaos appeared next to Aeolus with a concerned look on her face. "Problems, Aeolus?"

Aeolus looked up with a start. He sighed, "Yes. They argue about the most mundane things, but I as well as they know that there is more to the problem then they admit."

"What happened?" Chaos asked. She usually let the winds duke it out and did not pay much attention, but even Order, her younger brother, had noticed the turmoil though he did not pay much attention to Earth.

Aeolus met the creator's eyes. "Twelve influential unheard-of rogue Anemoi have popped up. They seem to be a group, and are trying to assemble the other Anemoi into an army. You know how borderline evil Anemoi are. I've told them not to attack demigods, but it's their own fault if they die."

"Yes," Chaos nodded, "and what can you do?"

"I can do absolutely nothing, as of now. War is on the horizon and I can do nothing," Aeolus groaned, dropping his head back in his hands.

"I'll see what I can do," Chaos said, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Chaos reappeared in the Olympian throne room. Immediately, she stared down a trident and a crackling bolt while 12 deities argued among themselves.

"Well, what a welcoming committee you have," she commented in a blasé tone.

The weapons were lowered and the twelve beings bowed to the black-cloaked woman. Chaos waved her hand at them dismissively, saying, "Don't bother. Get up." Hurriedly, the twelve did so.

"To what do we owe the honor?" Zeus asked in a surprisingly respectful tone.

"Well, as you should know, there is a war waging in your domain."

Half of the council blanched while the other half looked ready to bolt.

Chaos stared at the king god in shock. "You didn't know?"

The whole of the council joined Chaos in scrutinizing Zeus.

Zeus cleared his throat nervously at the searching looks. "Of course I, um, know…" he trailed off weakly. The lightning god knew that nobody believed him.

Athena rolled her eyes at her father. "Zeus, if you cannot even rule over your own domain, how are we to believe you can rule over all of Olympus?" she asked exasperatedly.

"Nevertheless," Chaos sighed, "Zeus' lack of attention and lack of eyes is not what I came here to talk about. I just thought I should inform you of the possibly coming war, and that I have a daughter," she said casually.

There was a silence.

Then…

Cacophony.

"What do you mean you have a daughter?" "Where is she?" "What does she look like?" "Is she a major player in the impending war? If so, how does this concern us?" "Any possible love interests?"

The last one gained Aphrodite many strange glances. Chaos calmly waited for the volley of questions to stopped, glancing at her smartwatch at the many messages from Order, Gaia, Ouranos, and her adopted sons and daughters. She sighed, thinking, This is taking way too much of my time. Aeolus, you so owe me.

After 45 minutes of inane questions, besides a few and far-in-between logical questions, Chaos had had enough. Time to pull out the big guns. "ENOUGH!" she raged, turning into a black and purple dragon, effectively shutting the deities up. "YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN! I came to tell you this because she is your only hope of surviving, should this war happen. NOT GET YELLED AT!" With that, Chaos disappeared.

The council sat in silence, glancing at each other, before once again arguing and fighting. Not a one remembered until after the meeting that they didn't know the name of the Creator's daughter.