Bewitched || P. Jackson

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Nicki didn't remember much of the climb to Aeolus's palace, she was too busy daydreaming about getting a good night's sleep. Ethan nudged her as they reached the building and she shook herself out of her thoughts.

The rotunda sat in the centre of a quarter-mile circle. The grounds were amazing in a scary way. They were divided into four sections like big pizza slices, each one representing a season. The section on their right was an icy waste, with bare trees and a frozen lake. Snowmen rolled across the landscape as the wind blew, so Nicki wasn't sure if they were decorations or alive. To their left was an autumn park with gold and red trees. Mounds of leaves blew into patterns—gods, people, and animals that ran after each other before scattering back into leaves. 

In the distance, Nicki could see two more areas behind the rotunda. One looked like a green pasture with sheep made out of clouds. The last section was a desert where tumbleweeds scratched strange patterns in the sand like Greek letters, smiley faces, and a huge advertisement that read: watch aeolus nightly! 

"One section for each of the four wind gods," Jason guessed. "Four cardinal directions." 

"I'm loving that pasture." Coach Hedge licked his lips. "You guys mind—" 

"Go ahead," Jason said. He was actually relieved to send the satyr off. It would be hard enough getting on Aeolus's good side without Coach Hedge waving his club and screaming, "Die!" 

While the satyr ran off to attack springtime, the demigods walked down the road to the steps of the palace. They passed through the front doors into a white marble foyer decorated with purple banners that read Olympian weather channel, and some that just read ow! 

"Hello!" A woman floated up to them. Literally floated. She was pretty in that elfish way Nicki associated with nature spirits at Camp Half-Blood—petite, slightly pointy ears, and an ageless face that could've been sixteen or thirty. Her brown eyes twinkled cheerfully. Even though there was no wind, her dark hair blew in slow motion, shampoo-commercial style. Her white gown billowed around her like parachute material. Nicki couldn't tell if she had feet, but if so, they didn't touch the floor. She had a white tablet computer in her hand. "Are you from Lord Zeus?" she asked. "We've been expecting you."

Jason tried to respond, but it was a little hard to think straight because he'd realized the woman was see-through. Her shape faded in and out like she was made of fog. "Are you a ghost?" he asked. Right away he knew he'd insulted her. The smile turned into a pout. 

"I'm an aura, sir. A wind nymph, as you might expect, working for the lord of the winds. My name is Mellie. We don't have ghosts." 

Piper came to the rescue. "No, of course, you don't! My friend simply mistook you for Helen of Troy, the most beautiful mortal of all time. It's an easy mistake." 

The compliment seemed a little over the top, but Mellie the aura blushed. "Oh... well, then. So you are from Zeus?" 

"Er," Jason said, "I'm the son of Zeus, yeah." 

"I don't think that's what she means," Nicki commented.

"Excellent! Please, right this way." She led them through some security doors into another lobby, consulting her tablet as she floated. She didn't look where she was going, but apparently, it didn't matter as she drifted straight through a marble column with no problem. "We're out of prime time now, so that's good," she mused. "I can fit you in right before his 11:12 spot." 

"Um, okay," Jason said. 

The lobby was a pretty distracting place. Winds blasted around them, so Nicki felt like she was pushing through an invisible crowd. Doors blew open and slammed by themselves. The things Nicki could see were just as bizarre. Paperaeroplanes of all different sizes and shapes sped around, and other wind nymphs, aurai, would occasionally pluck them out of the air, unfold and read them, then toss them back into the air, where the planes would refold themselves and keep flying.