Sea Angels

~11~

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When Jason and Piper set foot in Alaska, something was immediately wrong. Jason could feel something in the air that just felt wrong. His nerves were all standing up on edge as if something was watching them from all angles. A bone chilling gust of air blasted them in the face as snow swirled in the breeze. If this was Boreas and his children's doing, Jason was going to head back to Quebec to smash their faces in.

"Welcome to the land beyond the gods," Jason said.

"I-It's free-freezing here," Piper replied, her teeth clattering from the breeze. "I'm g-going to kill those Northern wind gods. At least Notus was warm."

"You don't want to meet Zephyrus or Favonius, or whatever you want to call him, the West wind. He works for Cupid."

"P-point taken. Now, where are we?"

Jason looked around until he found a sign with the name of the city: Juneau. The gods had to be playing a trick on him, right? He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Wiping the fog from his glasses with the hem of his shirt, he said, "We're in Juneau, Alaska."

Piper groaned. "Even in the land beyond the gods we can't escape that monster."

He smirked. "At least this is the state's capital. Let's see about renting a car."

"Do you have any idea where we're heading?"

"Something is telling me to head to Anchorage. I don't know why, but something important is happening in that city."

Piper opened her mouth to respond for a second before she swooned. Jason caught her before she crashed into the snow. Her eyes were shut, and she was mumbling something in Ancient Greek under her breath. "Eros. Philia. Ludus. Agape. Pragma. Philautia."

He only understood Eros, but his mind told him that the name wasn't talking about the god of love. No, it felt like it was talking about a feeling.

"Pragma," Piper decided. Her eyes flew open; she looked straight into Jason's eyes. "Ow, my head. What happened?"

"Um, you said six words in Ancient Greek then chose one of them."

"What'd I say?"

"Eros, Philia, Ludus, Agape, Pragma, and Philautia."

She frowned, jamming her hands into the pockets of her polar ski jacket. It was one similar to the one she had lost on the Grand Canyon two years ago. "Those are the six types of love the Ancient Greeks believed in," she said. "Eros meant sexual passion; that love was feared by many and accepted by few. Philia is deep friendship, like brothers in arms. Ludus is playful love, like when little kids say they've got a crush on each other. Agape is love for everyone, and it later translated to Latin as caritas, it's where we get the word charity from. Pragma is mature and standing love, like in a marriage. Philautia is love of self, but it has two variants: narcissism and one where you found to love yourself for who you are, not what people want you to be."

"Pipes, I know your mother is Aphrodite and all, but was that your previous knowledge or something you got from your mom?" Jason asked, awe-stricken that Piper was able to remember so much about the different kinds of love.