A/N: So this is a poem I wrote, shortly after reading "Ship of Dead". With the convergence of Greek/Roman and Norse mythology, I couldn't help but think how lucky baby Estelle is, how big her family is. Let's face it, she's going to be adored by everyone in the camps. I kinda see her becoming everyone's little sister.
Estelle Blowfis is the Luckiest Baby in the World
She has a Mommy who is strict and strong and sweet and soft
She has a Daddy who'll teach her all the stories and lessons to life
She has a Brother who'll die before letting her face what he did
Everyone knows about that family.
They don't know about Estelle's army of Aunts, Uncles and Cousins
Children of Zeus to teach her to fly and to catch her when she falls
Children of Demeter to show her how to put down roots and grow
Children of Ares to protect her from bullies and teach her to take no shit
Children of Athena who'll help with homework and spiders
Children of Apollo to sing lullabies and bandage booboos
Hunters of Artemis who'll teach her she doesn't need a man, and not to compromise when it comes to herself
Children of Hephaestus to help her fix everything, from machines to broken hearts
Children of Aphrodite who teach her to be proud of herself, whoever she ends up being
Children of Hermes who teach her to accept everyone and that laughter is the best remedy
Children of Dionysus who'll teach her to party! (Safely and at an acceptable age, of course)
Children of Hades to protect her from things that go bump in the night, and show her that some of those things aren't as bad as they seem
And so many more, children of Gods, satyrs, dryads, elves, dwarves, heroes of all kinds, dead and alive.
So when someone messes with Estelle Blowfis, they'd best watch out
Her family is known to protect it's own.