Do you want to know where I am right now? No? Well that's to damn bad! I was currently on house arrest. The moment I told Mom and Medusa about my dream and what they did, I was basically punted into my room by Medusa. Okay okay, I might be blowing the story out of proportion. Mom essentially decided she needed a day out, mostly to think about this by herself. Medusa? She decided to go with her. Mostly for entertainment I believe but maybe she was just bored.This of course resulted with me being locked inside the apartment. A punishment I can accept.
And while I might be a trouble maker, and proud of it if I might add, I actually stuck around. Instead I took the time to grab a particular book I hadn't read in a while, or maybe a few more.....
Turns out those grimoires of mine had a lot more information than they had previously. Then, early in the evening, I suddenly felt an urge to go out. Part of my being suddenly sang with power and I knew it was time once more. September had started and with it had come the last small strands of summer. Now, now those strands had ended. It was now Autumn. My time.
I opened the apartment windows and sat down cross-legged. A slight smile graces my lips as suddenly my half open eyes turned gold, Auburn and storm grey. My mind settled as the winds outside slowly picked up. Far down town, deep between the tall buildings and even hidden in the sewers below a sudden breeze hasted past. It brought with it the smell of rain, wet leaves and the promise of cold weather.
Even further down the street, my mother and Medusa stood. I had the wind create small twisters around them, making the occasional leave dance in the air by their feet. My power rolled through the city, leaving no corner untouched and no tree unbothered. Their leaves shook, with excitement and anticipation for they knew what had come. Slowly the once sunny sky was covered in small clouds and they grew more in amount and mass as the day approached it's end. By the time Mom and Medusa had returned inside, their hair had been tussled and their faces had felt the first cold breeze of this autumn.
Soon mom found me, sitting in the living room with an open window and small currents of wind and leaves dancing around me.
"Percy? Are you okay?" she asked me. There was worry in her voice. "I'm fine, Mom. Just doing my duties."
"What duties? Did someone make you do this?" once again her voice sounded.
"No, Mom." I gave a small chuckle. "I wanted to tell you about this too, but it came earlier than expected, even for me."
"Then tell me. What is this?" her worry had dissipated by now as she could see it wasn't harming me in any way. Though my hair might have some leaves of different colours stuck inside like a crown while also having turned into an auburn shade with gold and red streaking and dotting their tips and lengths.
I calmly explained to her about my entirety. I left no piece about being a spirit untold. Meanwhile, still almost meditating, I performed my duties within New York and those cities close.
"I am the spirit of autumn, Mom. Someone has to deliver it everywhere. That is my duty. Just as it is to bring Samhain and Halloween to the world. I am the one that light the candle on your windowsill if you have lost yourself in the wilds. I am the one that shepherds the children into their homes with cold breezes and haunting melodies. It is my duty."
For a moment she just stared at me.
"So you are already basically a god?" asked Medusa suddenly.
My laugh echoes around the house. Sometimes louder sometimes almost silent. "No, Medusa. I am a part of Nature. No, not the earth goddess, but the very concept of Autumn. Be it the cold winds, the mist and even the warmth inside a house. All of that is me, but I would never claim to be a god."
Mom slowly looked at me. This time she truly looked, just like she had at the start of summer, when we had been sitting at the camp-fire. " You sound like it's fun to you, is it?" " Yes, Mom. Autumn would come, even without me, but it still feels good knowing something I do makes people laugh, feel joy like in their childhood." "At least tell me how long you will be gone, before you leave."
" Give me a week, maybe even less. It will be quick." I said as the winds in the room picked up and I flew out of the window.
" Bring me where I need to be." I whispered into the mischievous winds as I was lifted and flung through the streets of New York.
I first landed in Pittsburgh and with me came a small storm front, bringing with it heavy rain that cleaned the streets, warmth that radiated from their homes into the people's hearts. I had brought fall.
Next stop was an unknown city. Within it I could feel many spirits having gathered. As I got closer and closer, I could feel how my autumn domain weakened, only allowing for some rather basic applications. Such as channeling small currents of wind and such. The spirits felt my approach, as many do. However they had difficulty tracking me as my presence, the very domain of Fall, was currently rattling on the cities boarder. The winds, those I had sent inside the city brought whispers and news with it.
One spirit, anxious by nature, asked desperately when they would ambush me. Another one whispered about the Autumn court and how many spirits must be here with me to make them feel this amount of pressure.
One more questioned why I hadn't fallen into rage by now for how they dared to intrude on my season and then he reasoned with one of his comrades that I must be much like their boss. The last, sounding confident, noticed.
"They have been listening in, idiots. That's why we haven't been attacked yet." silence returned, almost divine in pure pressure.
"Good guess, now how about we play a game of hide and seek? What do you say, little one?" my voice echoed through the streets, even coming from below and behind, carried by the wind.
These spirits chose unwisely. Instead of choosing to back off and leaving, one of them picked up a blunt weapon... Was that a club? I asked myself as the spirit ran towards a shadow in the same ally as them. No doubt thinking I was hiding inside....while screaming something about a "Heatwave" or something like that.
The other four followed shortly after, all running after the first, believing he had spotted me.
Meanwhile I was sitting on a small house far outside the city. My voice travels once again, this time bringing music and song with it. Laced in autumn power and energy. Yet no words were sung. Nor were they hummed. Just deep harmonies and melodies crashing through the cities streets like tidal waves. My voice drove them deeper and deeper into the city, made them split up and run past each other like headless chicken. Finally one left the city. Poor thing.