The Daughter of War and Medicine

Master of the Winds

The sudden seriousness and directness of Aeolus frightened her for a second. And did her really have to address her in that way with that title? Why not the daughter of (Y/N)?

"How rude," mused Hector.

Jason flipped to turn at her with an incredulous look. "Bellona? Like the goddess and embodiment of Rome?"

"So that's who your other godly parent is!" said Piper.

"Uhh, who's Bellona?" asked Leo, looking confused.

"She's the Roman goddess of war," started Kassandra, "She handles foreign conflict and policy of the empire, best Roman goddess there is."

"Who's her Greek form? You know, like Hephaestus and Vulcan."

"She doesn't have one. Strictly Roman," replied Jason eagerly, as if he remembered this from class.

"Yes, she is a feisty one," said Aeolus, "I met both your parents at their wedding, wonderful people, especially your father. He served well on numerous occasions. But that's besides the point, that's not why your here now, is it?"

The king of the winds looked into blankness for a moment, recollecting his thoughts. Then his face darkened and his suit too, the lapels flashing with lightning.

"You know... I remember now. Almost seemed like a voice was telling me to give that order, to kill all the demi-gods. A little cold tingle on the back of my neck and not the good type."

"A... um, voice in your head, sir?" asked Jason. 

"Yes. How odd. Mellie, should we kill them?" 

"No, sir," she said patiently. "They just brought us the storm spirits, which makes everything all right." 

"Of course." Aeolus laughed. "Sorry. Mellie, let's send the demigods something nice. A box of chocolates, perhaps." 

"A box of chocolates to every demigod in the world, sir?" 

"No, too expensive. Never mind. Wait, it's time! I'm on!" 

Aeolus flew off toward the blue screen as newscast music started to play.Jason looked at them, the three just as confused as he was. Maybe Aeolus forgot he was a god and money wasn't an issue to him. He and Mellie reminded her of an elderly man and his caretaker.

"Mellie," Jason said, "is he... always like that?" 

She smiled sheepishly. "Well, you know what they say. If you don't like his mood, wait five minutes. That expression'whichever way the wind blows'- that was based on him." 

"And that thing about the sea monster," Jason said. "Was I here before?" 

Mellie blushed. "I'm sorry, I don't remember. I'm Mr.Aeolus's new assistant. I've been with him longer than most,but still- not that long." 

"How long do his assistants usually last?" Piper asked. 

"Oh..." Mellie thought for a moment. "I've been doing this for... twelve hours?" 

"Twelve hours-" started Kassandra, but she was too late.

A voice blared from floating speakers: "And now, weather every twelve minutes! Here's your forecaster for Olympian Weather- the OW! channel- Aeolus!" 

Lights blazed on Aeolus, who was now standing in front of the blue screen. His smile was unnaturally white, and he looked like he'd had so much caffeine his face was about to explode.

"Hello, Olympus! Aeolus, master of the winds here, with weather every twelve! We'll have a low-pressure system moving over Florida today, so expect milder temperatures since Demeter wishes to spare the citrus farmers!"