❅ Ophelia's Journey, pt. two ❅

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Had to split this into parts- it was too long.. Years had passed and Zeus hadn’t caused any problems. Ophelia had grown, she had silver hair, usually worn down. She had purple eyes, the same shade of her father's purple wings. She usually helped her father work, but had her own hobbies. One of which being forgery, she enjoyed making shields and swords, some gods had even asked her to make them swords for battle. Ophelia, like her father, could control the cold wind of the north. Though she was much better at manipulating snow and ice. She had a dormant life, away from trouble, though one day she decided to go on her own adventure. On this day Ophelia went to her father, who was at the mountain's peak. She reached the top of the mountain and stood next to her father. Ophelia sighed and stated, “hello father, I have a request to make.” Boreas looked at his daughter questionably, then looked out to the world below their mountain home. “You wish to leave, is that correct?” “Yes, that is what I have come to ask. May I go, I just don’t wish to be cooped up here any longer. It isn’t that I dislike this place…I’ve just been here my whole life.” Ophelia explained, without taking a single breath. “Ophelia. You seem to think I was not going to let you go. I hadn’t even said anything, though somehow I have misled you?” He asked, as he heartily chuckled. “Well, nothing. Does that mean I can go?” She grinned, her eyes seemed to shine with wonder and excitement. and shields with you. I will also give you something, when you head back inside go into my study, there should be a blue box. The gift inside is yours, make sure to keep it with you. It will keep you safe.” Ophelia nodded, “I will see you, father! I will come back with something legendary.” Boreas smiled, watching her go. Ophelia sprinted to her fathers study, opening the box. Inside was a beautiful white cloak with light blue fur on the edges. It had golden accents around the neck, and there were golden buttons. There was also a symbol on the back, a diamond, it seemed to shine, though it was not real. She put the coat on and looked back into the box. There was also a small envelope, on it, it read: do not open until you are ready. So, Ophelia put the letter inside of the cloak pocket and went to grab a sword and shield. She gathered the rest of her belongings she would need and set out. She made her way down the mountain, taking a few breaks along the way. When she was finally down the mountain she went west, unbenounced to her west was the territory of a mortal village. It was called Agari, she entered the town, oblivious to the fact she looked so out of place. The villagers were muttering among themselves when one walked up to Ophelia, the village's protector. He was a young boy, about twenty three years old. He bowed to the goddess “Mighty goddess, if I may have a word?” Ophelia was shocked, as no one had addressed her in this way before. She nodded to the boy, and followed him as he brought her to a house. “We need your help purging a monster, a strong chimera.” He explained to Ophelia. “What is your name, mortal?” Ophelia asked. “My name is Aetolos, what is your name? If I may inquire” He asked, grinning. “I am Ophelia. Daughter of Boreas, the god of the north wind.” She smiled. “I will help you fight this chimera, but no mortal soldiers need to accompany me. No one needs to lose their lives in this fight.” “You need some backup, I will accompany you. I will not bring any other soldiers, if that is what you wish.” Ophelia was stubborn, not wanting anyone hurt, though eventually she agreed. The two set off to slay the mighty beast. “The chimera did not used to be much of a threat but it has been coming rather close to the village as of late.” They continued down the path to the chimera’s lair, Ophelia becoming better acquainted with Aetolos as they went. “Ophellia, would you like to stop for the night? It is getting dark.” “We can stop here for now, tomorrow we will slay the beast and give the good word back to the village!” Ophelia said bluntly, and happily. Aetolos smiled, “We won’t go back without good news. Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Aetolos.”