This story was written for english class this year, just a few months ago. It is based on Greek Mythology so some Greek Gods are present. Enjoy! During a great war between gods everything became useless, mortals were stuck in the middle of a giant battle field. They could do nothing but hope they would not be caught in the crossfire. Zeus, his brothers, and a few others were fighting Athena, Hephaestus, Ares, along with others who agreed. Zeus wanted to wipe out any god or goddess who disagreed with him, the other side were those willing to stand against him. However, some beings thought it best to stay neutral and out of the battle, among them being Boreas, the God of the North Wind. He stayed in his mountain home, some only knowing his existence through the lights that shined brightly when Boreas had something good happen. Though Athena knew if they were to win the war against Zeus she and her comrades would need Boreas’ strength. She tasked Hephaestus with going up the snowy mountain and asking Boreas for help. Even though only a few immortal beings had seen Boreas, all knew of his extremely stubborn nature. Hephaestus climbed his way up the mountain stopping every few miles due to the extremely windy path. When he finally reached the top he found a cave, inside was a great observatory. He saw that the lights were on and everything was running, smoke coming out of a small chimney on the roof. At such a sight Hepheastus wanted nothing more than to explore the giant place, though he knew he was there for a reason. He looked at the door and called out, “I wish to speak with you, Boreas! There is a very pressing matter to attend to.” A voice echoed through the door, “come in. I’m in the first room to the left.” Hephaestus waltzed through the corridor and into the room on the left. It was a study, bookshelves covering almost every nook. “Ah~ Hephaestus, how are you, my old friend!” He welcomed Hephaestus with a warm tone. Hephaestus looked around the study and was sort of puzzled. “Boreas, why are you in your study? You only ever come here for important matters..” He inquired. “Well, I received a letter from Zeus. He has asked for help in the war, as you know I wished to stay neutral.” He explained. Hephaestus narrowed his eyes and stared at Boreas. “Wished? Have you joined Zeus’ forces?” “Oh—gods no! I was just writing a letter to Athena to tell her that I am coming to her aid.” He explained, slightly chuckling. “Well no need to finish that letter, I was sent up here to ask you for help. We can head down the mountain when you are ready to leave.” Hephaestus told Boreas. When Boreas was ready they headed down the mountain, luckily the winds toned down due to Boreas’ presence. As they approached the foot of the hill they saw nothing but red, Athena fighting Poseidon, Zeus tackling Ares, it was a bloodbath. Any mortal near there was sure to have their lives cut short. When the two arrived Hephaestus, hammer in hand, went to help his comrades, fighting against Hades. Boreas, who wanted to stay neutral, was getting infuriated. He blew strong, and cold winds in the enemy's direction. Some of them were knocked down, though some just got very annoyed. One of Zeus’ followers charged towards Boreas, Boreas blocked him and threw him on the ground. “Boreas, you traitor! How dare you join these fools!” Zeus wretched. “Zeus you know very well that I wished to stay neutral yet, you still asked for my aid.” He stated, angrily. He stepped closer to the enemy and continued. “I joined them, as you are a demanding god who has no right ruling. You are a tyrant, these ‘traitors’ have more dignity than you ever will.” He snapped, infuriated. The God of the North Wind took a few steps towards Zeus going in front of his fellow gods and goddess’. Boreas summoned winds from his mountain, cold winds. They were so strong Zeus could barely move. “The great king of the gods, not so strong now, are we?” He scoffed. “I am Boreas, brother of Eurus, Notus and Zephyrus. Oldest of the wind gods, and you will not be a tyrant any longer. Heed these words for if you don’t you will no longer be king, if you ever turn to tyranny again, your immortal life will be cut down.” After these words were spoken the wind stopped. The war was finished, the gods left the battlefield, until only Boreas was left. He was about to climb his way back up the mountains of Thrace, nevertheless he had a feeling he should stay. Soon after that he heard crying, when he went to investigate he found a baby, not a mortal, but a little goddess who the north wind god named Ophelia.
