The Heart of the Hearth

by bookwormmovielover

Hestia has always longed for a child of her own, but with an oppurtunity that is too good to be true, is she making a mistake, or will the outcome be worth the condequences? Read and find out the chaos that will ensue with the first and only child of Hestia being born. This is a story I’ve had in my head for a long time and will be part one of a two or three part series.

1. The Beginning

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Hi!! So I attempted to write this before but I hardly even started it and gave up? Idk I think my mental state was just out of wack. This time I am determined to see this story through, and motivate myself to work harder. This story idea has been in my head ever since I was 11, and it is like my baby. I wish you could get the full picture of this story because I imagine myself as the main character and there are some parts that you visually won't understand because no ones mental imaging I guess you could say is the same. I hope that y'all like it and I would love to read comments about constructive criticism and support. Without further ado, I present: The Heart of the Hearth!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any characters from the books but I do own any original characters that were not in the books.

High up on the Empire State Building, was the current home of Mount Olympus, the home of the gods. In the throne room of Mount Olympus there was what appeared to be an eight year old girl sitting at a hearth, tending to the flames and viewing on the world below, and all of the happy families that inhibited it. This was no young girl however. This was Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, home, and family.

As she sat there, she looked into the precious flames and sighed, feeling sad as she saw happy families doing various activities. Normally she was happy to do this, feeling complete as she watched over her domain. Now however, all she could think about was how much she wished for a child of her own.

She saw how all of her family had sired many demigods and visited Camp Half Blood many times, although she had almost never been noticed. Sadly, she had sworn to never have one, to remain a virgin forever.

"You know, I think I could help you with that issue of yours", a feminine voice said. Hestia turned around and saw Hecate leaning against one of the pillars smirking st her. Her eyes widened for a second before turning around and relaxing and said "I don't know what you're talking about".

The goddess of magic stood up and walked slowly toward Hestia and raised an eyebrow as she looked at the hearth, seeing the fire flicker with images of two children playing with leaf piles and replied with a tsk and said, "Now I think we both know that's not true. I can help you have a child without breaking your vows, so your child will never be cursed by the Styx. I can even help find her a loving home so she will be safe from Old Thunderhead. All I need are some ingredients you can provide, and for you to pick someone to be the 'father'", the sly goddess making air quotations as she said the word father.

Instantly the goddess in the form of a young girl bristled with suspicion, wondering why she was suddenly being offered help from a goddess who has stirred up trouble many times. Seeing her apprehension Hecate fake pouted and turned swiftly and started walking out of the throne room and telling Hestia that her offer was only available until she stepped out of the throne room, but that she was welcome to sit there with no opportunity for what she wanted most.

Hestia sat there staring at the fire seeing images flicker every couple of seconds of families and children as she tried to will herself to stay silent.

"What's your price? I know you always for one, and I know that you don't do things like this out of the goodness of your heart", the hearth goddess found herself saying.

Hecate merely turned her head, with one foot on the threshold of the grand double doors, and with a grin that sent chills down her spine and said, "Think of it a favor, and one day if I ever need something from you, then that's how you will repay me. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to prepare a potion, I'm sure you'll want to do this sooner rather than later," and with that she closed the double doors behind her, leaving Hestia to wonder if it was too late to change her mind, although she had never said aloud she agreed, she knew there was one person she could trust to confide in, and hoped that this didn't come back to haunt her.