Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HOO.
A small child who looked no more than 8 years old gazed intently into the blazing fire. Her iris's constantly flickering back and forth between a light hazel colour and a lively orange inferno. Although regardless of what her eyes appeared to be, the worry and fear that she harboured for the figure in the fire was immense.
The fire of the hearth revealed the scene of someone sprinting through a dense pine forest; albeit with a faint orange hue.
The more she stared at the pitch black silhouette, the more her divine eyesight began to pick up on more minute details. Sea green eyes pulsating with an ethereal glow, and a dense and powerful aura was being emitted from him that caused her skin to itch as if ants had made a home under her delicate and pale skin.
As she continued her secret observation, she started to absentmindedly run her fingers across the smooth and glossy surface of an ancient pithos with ornate images of various monsters etched into the surface with gold.
The 'child' was Lady Hestia. Goddess of the hearth, family and home. The eldest daughter of the Titan Lord Kronos and Lady Rhea.
Much like her, the pithos was much more than it seemed. Although instead of an all-powerful Olympian goddess, it was Pandora's Pithos, and within it lay the spirit of hope.
The man in the fire was the one who had entrusted her with the safeguarding of hope; Perseus Jackson.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hestia finally mustered the courage to will the image to dissipate, although what she didn't notice was the blazing green eyes staring through the fire straight at her.