A/N: This is more of a prologue than a chapter. This is an idea that's been in my head for a while now. I wanted to mix Kingdom Hearts and Percy Jackson, and I wondered, how? Then I thought Sora's character over a little more, and realized that he reminds me a lot of my favorite Olympian, Hestia. And, this story was born.

Enjoy :)

Published: 9/7/2016

Chapter 1

The Son of the Hearth

There are many realities. Long ago, the planet became fractured. It split into parts, forged from shards of memories. There are many such worlds.

While the planet may be fractured, the presence of gods is a powerful thing. Because of that, a world existed out there that was larger than all the other worlds. It was an echo of what the planet would have been had it not been fractured during the Keyblade War. It was not complete reflection of what would have happened without the Keyblade War. It could never be complete, not until the damage of that war was undone.

And, there are ancient entities who were born before the fall of the original planet, who remember.

Hestia was one such being. Hestia was the Eldest of the Olympian Gods. She was a being who was thousands of years old. Hestia was the Goddess of the Hearth, the Goddess of Family, the Goddess of the Home. Of the Olympians, she most reflected her mother, Rhea, except for one aspect. One aspect that had recently changed.

Hestia had not wanted to be a mother for a very long time.

She was content merely being, merely loving her family. That was enough for her. She had seen how Zeus reacted to anything that might even mildly threaten him, and she feared it. She had wanted to avoid the courtships of her family. Her love for them was purely platonic, despite how ancient they all were, and Hestia never wanted to change that. She'd seen how the romances of her relatives had led to endless drama.

Hephaestus and Ares at the forefront. And, of course, one could not forget the feud of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. She simply did not want to deal with it. She was content to love them all, and that was that.

This was why she took a vow of Maidenhood. She would be a Virgin Goddess, forever. She would never bear children. That was her intent. That was her desire. Except, well… Things hadn't gone as planned.

Hestia still wasn't exactly sure how it happened.

Yes, she had at last fallen in love with a human. She had loved him, with all her heart. However, she'd kept her vow. He had understood that. He hadn't, as many before him, tried to force himself on her. He was content with her love.

Of course, it hadn't exactly been romantic love. If anything, that man was her best friend, and always would be. Okay, so he might be dead, but still. Hestia was confident Hades would let her visit him. Afterall, she was his favorite sister.

That still didn't explain one little detail.

Hestia smiled down upon the child in her arms. Small blue eyes regarded her sleepily before they shut close, the little boy curling into her arms.

This was not something she wanted to do.

Hestia knew, in her heart, that she could not keep this boy. That was impossible. Zeus would learn. The others would learn. A prophecy hung over their heads. It had for years. On top of that, she doubted they would understand that this child was formed not through… The usual means, but simply through pure love. Even Hestia wasn't sure she believed it.

Suddenly, her son gave out a cry. Hestia cooed the infant. Then, there was a flash. Hestia turned her head. In the distance, she could see a light. Then, Sora sighed and fell asleep again.

Fearing for her child, Hestia placed a finger on his head, and let her senses envelope him, before she smiled. It seemed her child was much like her after all.

"I give you my blessing, little one. And you, Ventus. I give you my blessing as well. Know, always, that those who search for home will always find it."

Then, Hestia did something she did not want to do but would have to do anyways.

She set her child before a doorstep, and rang the bell. She had chosen this woman specifically, because Hestia knew that Sora would have a good life here. He would be content here. No harm would come to him. He would be happy, Hestia knew that. He would be loved.

The Goddess of the Hearth vanished in a shower of embers as the door opened, gone from this place.

Hestia, however, had one detail wrong. There are things even gods cannot predict. Things they fear. Things they shy away from.

The Keyblade was a weapon capable of destroying worlds. It was a weapon capable of striking down gods. And, it was a weapon capable of forging destinies beneath the ever seeing eyes of even the Fates themselves.

And destiny was now in play, even if Hestia herself didn't know it.

A/N: So… Does anyone want to take a guess as to who Sora's dad is? Or who his adoptive mother is? Clue: Both are from the Final Fantasy franchise, and one of them shows up in one of the Kingdom Hearts games.

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