New hope
This is the story of two exceptional children, demigods to be precise, but children nonetheless. Oh! I should introduce myself right? Well my name is Hestia, the Greek goddess of the hearth and peace keeper of my family.
Well it all started about 14 years ago up on Olympus on the Winter Solstice...
~Mount Olympus 3rd person POV~
"Order! Order!" Zeus bellowed as he sat down in his throne of pure gold. Everyone rushed to their respective thrones.
"Lord Zeus?" Hestia asked in her customary quiet voice.
"Yes? What is it you want Hestia?" Zeus asked in a calmer voice as he locked eyes with his elder sister. Her slate-blue eyes always had a calming effect on him.
"It's time to do it once again brother." Hestia said hesitantly as she already knew how he would react to this statement.
"What!?" He asked weakly, "Not again please Hestia not again. All the other times we've done this it's always ended badly."
"I know and I know that you feel like stopping, but we have to. You know we have to until one makes it to the specified age." Hestia replied as she gracefully glided over to her younger brother's side.
"What if this one doesn't make it to the age just like the others?" I don't think that I could deal with that. No after all these failures." Zeus replied as he placed his face in his hands.
"I have the feeling that this one will make it." Hestia replied as she lifted Zeus' head from his hands.
"Well this is the last time I will do this Hestia. You got that?" Zeus replied as he sat up tall once again.
"Thanks brother dearest!" Hestia replied in her quiet voice once again.
"Everyone line up now!" Zeus yelled as he once again resumed the role of head god. All gods and goddesses ran to their spot in line. They had done this many times before so they knew exactly what to do. "Hands out, palms up!" Zeus bellowed as Hestia came by and took off one layer of skin of each god and goddess. They didn't flinch anymore, used to the process after going through it so much.
"Thank you everyone you may go back to your thrones now." Hestia stated as she put the last layer of skin, Zeus', in a small piece of cloth that was used in this ceremony. She tied up the edges and quickly walked out of the room. After Hestia left the meeting carried on with not the slightest hitch.
~ Hestia POV her room ~
I sighed as I placed the small bundle of magic skin on my dresser. Incased in the fabric was a piece of every god and goddess in existence, except for me.
It was now time for the for the hardest part, the separation of my own soul. I always gave the child part of my soul because I couldn't give the child my skin like the others, they had forbidden it. They were soo protective of me just because I won't fight in a war. So they just up and decide that I'm a fragile little girl, when actually I'm the eldest and strongest of all of us. I sat on the floor in the center of my room and began the ritual to give away part of my soul.
"Apó tin kardiá mou díno tin psychí mou, na dimiourgísei mésa mou éna néo on. Pyschí mou gia na sas díno óles mou."(1) I cried as I pulled my own soul in two. It hurt, but knowing that it would become a new person lessened the pain. I placed half of my soul, more then I had ever given before, in the bundle of skin and left my room. I walked to the place where all life began . The skin was already covering the soul so I knew I had to place it in a human soon or it would die before it was even alive. This room contained all the wombs of the world so I walked to the wall of America wombs and placed the small soul in a womb where I knew it would be safe and left the room.
I walked back to the throne room and opened the doors. I was about to walk in when I collapsed on the ground.
A/N: Well that was odd huh.
Here is what the Greek translates to.
(1) By my heart I give my soul, create within me a new being. My soul to you I give my all. - well that's what I means from google translate.
The title is open for change so let me know if you have any ideas. I'll take them in mind.
Please review I need some ideas.
Well...bye!