Piper's POV ~ As long as I knew Wyatt Knight (which isn't long) he always seemed like he was older than he was, but his appearance made me act like I was the older one, so when I talk to him, it comes out as scolding or concern. I never really think of him as the most powerful demi-god of all time, I never thought he actually defeated Typhon.

"Mortals are so amusing, Aeolus told us to take you to him so you can go and gather all the venti's that scattered all around the world, it alone took my lord centuries to kill them all, but now there are even more than last time, it would take your entire life to gather them all." Boreas chuckled, Wyatt sneered, "I take orders from no one but Artemis!"

Zethes had his sword drawn on Wyatt and Khione summoned a blizzard, Boreas seemed interested in what Wyatt said, "Artemis you say?" Boreas stroked his icicles on his beard, "Why is that?"

Out of thin air, Wyatt grabbed a sliver bow, "Because I am a hunter of Artemis."

Boreas lifted his hand to his children, like he was saying stop, "I am the god of mortals, and I am the immortal hunter of Artemis. Zeus can't stop neither could Typhon! You tell your lord Aeolus, that I will not help him, I'm tired of everyone asking me for help." Wyatt said.

I walked closer to Wyatt, "Can't you just consider it?" He hesitated, "N-no. I only obey Artemis."

"Come on Wyatt, we need his help." Jason stepped in, Wyatt glared at him, "You would rather have his help than someone who can take out the gods?"

"You're hardly 'helping' us man, you basically threatened him and Lord Aeolus." Jason snapped, whoa! What is he thinking? "Hey let's jus-

Wyatt's body started to disappear, or…It was like he was made of shadows, "Children of Zeus are always so jealous of me, a son of hades, who has the power to do everything by himself." Wyatt growled, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop a mile away.

Boreas stood up and clapped, "I haven't been this excited since meeting the original Jason! Listen here, it took Aeolus that long because he didn't always have the time to kill them, god of mortals…I like you. A life long quest should do, I mean you can't die, and if you're strong as you say you're, then it shouldn't take you a couple years to kill them all."

"Please Wyatt, we need as much help as we can get and if we get on Aeolus's good side, he might help us out in the long run." I pleaded to Wyatt, again he hesitated, it was like he was trying to resist some power, "Boreas…If I show you the one's I can sense, will you tell these two what they need to hear? And you won't kill them?" Wyatt asked.

Boreas nodded, "You have my word."

Wyatt took a long breath, "Okay. I'll do it. I don't want to meet Aeolus personally, so can you let him know I'll do what they gods couldn't?"

Again Boreas nodded, "Either bring them here or destroy them."

Wyatt disappeared, "Tell me about your quest." Boreas ordered. "We're on a quest for the queen of the gods herself." Jason said and he seemed to have trouble telling them the rest, that's unusual, I continued for him, I told them all about what happened at the Grand Canyon to the prophecy.

"So all we ask for is guidance," I concluded, "Those storm spirits attacked us, and they're working for some evil mistress. If we find them, maybe we can find Hera."

The king stroked the icicles in his beard. Out the windows, night had fallen, and the only light came from the aurora borealis overhead, washing everything in red and blue.

"I know of these storm spirits," Boreas said. "I know where they are kept, and of the prisoner they took."

"You mean Coach Hedge?" Jason asked. "He's alive?"

Boreas waved aside the question. "For now. But the one who controls these storm winds … It would be madness to oppose her. You would be better staying here as frozen statues."

"Hera's in trouble," Jason said. "In three days she's going to be—I don't know—consumed, destroyed, something. And a giant is going to rise."

"Yes," Boreas agreed. "Many horrible things are waking. Even my children do not tell me all the news they should. The Great Stirring of monsters that began with Kronos—your father Zeus foolishly believed it would end when the Titans were defeated. But just as it was before, so it is now. The final battle is yet to come, and the one who will wake is more terrible than any Titan. Storm spirits—these are only beginning. The earth has many more horrors to yield up. When monsters no longer stay in Tartarus, and souls are no longer confined to Hades … Olympus has good reason to fear."

A few seconds later the wind picked up and it grew dark in here for a second, when the wind died down, Wyatt was standing the middle of twenty or so storm spirits. Boreas looks stunned for once, "Or it would seem Olympus has a chance after all."

"So. Do I kill them all? Or just leave them here?" Wyatt asked, Boreas grinned like his job just got a whole lot better, "Leave them here."

Jason sighed and then the gods eyes went wide, "What is that on your arm?"

Reluctantly, he showed Boreas his marks.

Khione actually hissed and stepped away, "But why is his-

Boreas laughed so loudly, an icicle cracked from the ceiling and crashed next to his throne. The god's form began to flicker. His beard disappeared. He grew taller and thinner, and his clothes changed into a Roman toga, lined with purple. His head was crowned with a frosty laurel wreath, and a gladius—a Roman sword like Jason's—hung at his side.

"Aquilon," Jason said, The god inclined his head. "You recognize me better in this form, yes? And yet you said you came from Camp Half-Blood?"

Jason shifted his feet. "Uh … yes, Your Majesty."

"And Hera sent you there…" The winter god's eyes were full of mirth. "I understand now. Oh, she plays a dangerous game. Bold, but dangerous! No wonder Olympus is closed. They must be trembling at the gamble she has taken."

"Jason," I said nervously, "why did Boreas change shape? The toga, the wreath. What's going on?"

"It's his Roman form," Jason said. "But what's going on—I don't know."

The god laughed. "No, I'm sure you don't. This should be very interesting to watch."

Wyatt bowed, "Tell Aeolus I will hunt them down, and that any demi-gods hurt by the wind gods, I will kill them myself."

The god laughed, "Until we meet again, Wyatt Knight. Now go."

We all bowed, and the god of the North Wind dissolved into mist.

Back in the entry hall, Cal and Leo were waiting for them. Leo looked cold but unharmed. He'd even gotten cleaned up, and his clothes looked newly washed, like he'd used the hotel's valet service. Festus the dragon was back in normal form, snorting fire over his scales to keep himself defrosted.

As Khione led them down the stairs, I noticed that Leo's eyes followed her. Leo started combing his hair back with his hands.

At the bottom step, Khione turned to me. "You have fooled my father, girl. But you have not fooled me. We are not done. And you, Jason Grace, I will see you as a statue in the throne room soon enough."

"Boreas is right," Jason said. "You're a spoiled kid. See you around, ice princess."

Khione's eyes flared pure white. For once, she seemed at a loss for words. She stormed back up the stairs—literally. Halfway up, she turned into a blizzard and disappeared.

"Be careful," Zethes warned. "She never forgets an insult."

Cal grunted in agreement. "Bad sister."

"She's the goddess of snow," Jason said. "What's she going to do, throw snowballs at us?"

Leo looked devastated. "What happened up there? You made her mad? Is she mad at me too? Guys that was my prom date!"

"We'll explain later," I promised Leo.

Thanks for reading!

Rilurz~