Page 161 of Styx

He reached into his bag

and pulled out a fistful of white sand,

which he threw into the sky.

In moments, a hum resounded

and a warm breeze blew around us.

For a moment, I thought

I would have to suffer Zephyrus again.

Instead, a tall, quiet being appeared.

A Goddess.

Her features were striking,

long dark hair flowing to her waist,

dark-bright eyes shining.

I frowned. I thought the Anemoi

were four brothers. But of course,

the one spoken of the least

was the most beautiful, tolerable one.

A sister. A Goddess.

She was Eurus.

The warm desert east wind.

Upon her face were markings

of ancient prayers.

She looked upon us

and asked quietly,

‘Where do you wish to go?’

‘Aigaion’

It was me who whispered this.

I could not understand why Metis

would be collecting such ingredients

or why she would choose to go to Aigaion.

No God or mortal lived there.