God Of The Wind

The Home And The Crowning

A few days later.....

Zephyros stood near the edge of the cave. He had lost the fight. He had lost nearly all the fights they had fought. He had been forced to admit Boreas was the master the last time he lost.

He would never kneel to Boreas. Boreas. The brute. He hated him. Zephyros would never kneel before a brute. He had to leave. He just had to find a suitable place.

And so he travelled.

Wandering over the Earth, finding many places he liked but couldn't live in until at last, he came to a mountain.

It was when he was travel worn and so tired, he couldn't move for minutes at a time.

His ambrosia and nectar had been gone a long time ago.

When he first saw the large mountain, he'd hated it.

The mountain was tall, without easy access and was in the western direction. A direction he'd hated ever since he found it impossible to control his west wind.

Everyone had told him that the west wind was the easiest to control. Slow, calm and easygoing.

That's what they said.

Only he knew how hard it was and saw how it's easygoing nature only hid the storm concealed within.

Zephyros managed to climb up within an hour and collapsed on the threshold of the cave large enough to hold all the Titans and Gods together.

But he hated it too. Dark, grimy, dripping with water and soo...lonely. That's what he hated most about it.

But his fatigue overcoming his hatred, he drifted off.
As he fell asleep, a gentle breeze, twisting around the cave, slowly fanned over him, cooling him enough to sink into a deep slumber.

A few hours later.......

Stirring from his sleep, Zephyros looked around him. It was not as bad as he'd thought.

Well, he could stay here for a few days to recuperate. And it wasn't anything a few days of magic wouldn't fix.

Refreshed and energized from his sleep, Zephyros got to work and started fixing himself a temporary shelter.

Three years later.....

Stirring from his sleep, Zephyros looked around him and sighed. He'd finished working on his new home yesterday.

He doesn't remember when exactly he decided to make the cave his permanent home but as time progressed, he found himself feeling content and happy in the large cave.

He'd always been a Silent God, who could be loud at times but chose the silent path in life.

He'd had better control over his powers than ever and three days ago, he heard a shocking news from his winds.

Lord Kronos had been killed. Cut with his own sword and his own son. Zeus, they called him.

Zeus had crowned himself King of Gods. Since then, there had been thunderstorms everyday.

As though Zeus hadn't learnt how to control his powers yet.

Zephyros sympathized with him on that. He himself tried for 8 years and could barely control his power.

Even though he was a bit happy that his Uncle Kronos was dead, he was also scared.

What if Zeus came to him, expecting payment for not helping them win the war? What if he sends his brothers, Hades and Poseidon?

Musing over the problems he had, Zephyros fell into a deep sleep.

Two years later.....

The noise coming from outside was unbearable. Zephyros had heard a year ago that Prometheus gave the tiny humans fire.

He'd only known of them since then.

Since being given fire, humans have been doing unimaginable things, such as dancing and singing around it.

Zephyros was a little intrigued by humans.

They were such curious little things. A lot of them fell down everyday and didn't get up again.

He heard from his winds that the humans called it death. Hades also apparently had Thanatos collect their souls.

The thought of dying was something that stayed in Zephyros' head. How curious. To one day just fall asleep and to never wake up again.

As he watched, Zephyros found humans creating their own houses and living in them. Zeus seemed to take special interest in torturing them by giving thunderstorms everyday.

It was understandable. How could puny humans rise up to the level of the Gods and Titans?

Zeus had also punished Prometheus. Horribly. He had Prometheus chained up and made an eagle eat his liver, only for it to be regrown the next day. The thought was enough to make Zephyros shiver.

1000 years later....

Zephyros walked up to the entrance to his cave, he'd heard a sudden shout while he was tending to his plants.

As he reached the entrance, he was curious and more than a little afraid. He had chosen this spot as his home for the main reason that it was hard to access since he wanted to live a quiet life.

A mortal could never reach the top of Mt heamus, where his cave was. A demigod could barely reach the place.

The only people Zephyros was sure could reach his cave were either Gods or Titans. He had no business with either.

Zephyros spent his days farming on his small garden, just enough to sustain him and a few goats he kept for milk and meat. The only God he'd ever prayed to were Demeter, to give him good harvest. Or else he would starve.

He reached the entrance and looked outside. What he saw shocked him.

A boy, merely twenty years of age, had collapsed outside. Bruises covered his body and he gripped the pelt of a Centaur in his hands.

But he was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his existence. With a wide but angular face, thick pink lips, long eyelashes and a pointed ear, he looked like what Zephyros thought the God of beauty would looks like.

His caramel covered body was covered by a torn tunic and his short brown curls were covered with dirt.

As Zephyros was staring at him, the boy opened his eyes and whispered hoarsely,"Help." Before fainting away.

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