Ch. 4

Now as I stand frozen, the only thing running through my mind is the irony of the soldiers shouting freeze at me. I glanced around, only able to move my eyes as my body was covered in ice. The soldiers surrounded me, their weapons pointed at me.

"What should we do?" one of the soldiers said to the other. His voice was raspy and hoarse. The soldier that was spoken to shrugged.

"We should take him to be interrogated," he said. His voice sounded similar to the others. I panicked as I began to feel weightless. It was only when we began flying that I realized that these weren't mortals or demigods. They were literally the wind. I began to struggle as I decided to practice my blessing from Phlegethon. My eyes turned towards my hands as they began to blow a bright blue and the ice around it melted. One of the wind spirits turned to me in alarm.

"Mmph!" I shouted at him, holding a finger up and trying to get through the ice. He looked at me, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Come again?" he said. I rolled my eyes and began to slowly breathe fire to free my mouth.

"I said 'wait!'," I told him. He nodded, following my request an amused smile on his face. Finally getting the rest if the ice off of my mouth, I spoke to him.

"I just wanted to get a weapon made," I said. His face lit up in understanding, before it fell into suspicion.

"Why would you want a weapon from the Boreads?" he asked. I had melted my head out and most of my left arm. It was a slow process, but it was the first of a few I needed to master. I looked at the spirit, unprepared for the question. Cursing the rivers, I attempted to come up with something to save me.

"Uhm," I started. "I heard you make the best." Okay. Not my best work. It definitely could have been better. The soldier just stared at me before turning back around and leaving me in silence. I looked to where we were headed only to see a large hotel. I could just barely read the sign, my dyslexia kicking in. I think it said 'Château Frontenac'. Maybe. The soldiers flew through an open window on the top floor. Okay, it wasn't exactly hot on the outside, but it was like the sun compared to the inside. The soldiers dropped me down right in front of a rather large desk. All four of them landed and sank down to a knee, bowing to the man in said desk. I could only assume that it was Boreas as he had a snow white suit, ice in his beard and hair, and dark purple wings.

"My lord," one of the bowing soldiers said, drawing the attention of the god. "We caught this demigod in our territory. Presumably a spy from one of the other winds." Boreas turned his gaze towards me and examined me. His mouth quirked up in confusion.

"I don't recognize you from any of my brothers' courts," he said, suspiciously. "Who are you?" My eyes widened at this question. Oddly enough, this was probably the one thing I was not prepared for. The rivers had warned me not to use my actual name. It would draw too much attention. Attention that would not be needed. I racked my brain trying to find an actual name that would be cool. If I was going to live with this name, it might as well be awesome. Sadly for me, I couldn't. So I said the first thing that popped into my mind.

"My name is Styxx," I blurted out. "At least, that's the name that I go by now." His gaze narrowed as he studied me. The lower half of my face was covered with a black mask. The rest of my body was hidden beneath a black cloak. His face returned to normal, much less intimidating than before.

"Very well, Styxx," he said, putting the tiniest bit of emphasis on my name. "Tell me what business you have here. And please do hurry. I have other matters to attend to." That surely sparked my interests.

"Other matters as in?" I asked, trailing off. "I could help, depending on what it is. I'm a bit of a mercenary. All I need is a favour in return." His eyebrow rose in interest.

"It's my daughter," he said, slumping behind the desk. "She's been kidnapped. Gaea's rising and she's using Khione as leverage over my army and me." I thought back to what Lord Acheron had told me about the Boreads. Boreas' only daughter.

"Khione," I whispered. The old god must have heard me. He quickly turned, his attention driven towards me.

"You know of her?!" he said, his eyes wide and panicked. "Do you know where she is?!" His sudden excitement startled me. After getting over it and letting out a manly yelp, I shook my head.

"But I can find her," I quickly said after noticing his dejected look. It turned bright.

"If you do that, then I'm sure I can grant any favour." He was smiling so wide, it almost blinded me. This would be a very productive deal. I reached into my pocket only to feel the empty space that once held Anaklusmos. Lady Styxx had told me that it was left at the edge of Tartarus, the binding magic being broken by my 'death'.

"Good," I told him, sighing. "I need a sword. And I'll need it before I go. I'm kinda weaponless now." I smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of my neck, shrugging. Wasn't my fault. Boreas snapped his fingers, motioning for his soldiers to step forward. Three came and knelt before him, holding their hands up in appraising gesture.

"These are three of the greatest swords we have ever created," he said, waving a frosted hand over the first soldier. A small short sword appeared in his hands. It seemed smaller than even Riptide, meaning the sword was more like a dirk to him. Boreas moved to the next soldier and summoned the sword. This one was much longer, giving a good reach for him. It was also perfectly symmetrical, the left side matching the right in every fashion. I liked it. The last sword was cool in looks. I don't think it would work in battle was long and hooked with a few notches in it. I didn't quite like it as much as the second one. I nodded to it.

"I like that one," I told him simply. "Mind if I take it on a test run?" He shook his head and plucked the sword from the soldier's hand. With a fluid motion, he split the sword in half, creating two long needle like weapons. It was starting to look like a very useful weapon.

"You can have all three at your disposal," he said, his voice heavy. "Just please bring her back." I nodded with determination and clasped the god's forearm. He gave me a silent thanks and sent me on my way. I guess he forgot I couldn't fly. But then again, so did I.

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