Okay, so this is my retelling of the "Kronos ate his kids" thing, from Hades' point of view. Hestia/Hades

I dropped down, down, down through a gaping mouth of darkness. Someone picked me up as soon as I landed. She was warm and sweet. "Oh, baby" she murmured, "Welcome to your new home". She pressed her lips to my forehead, and set me on the ground a moment. I sprang up with a sudden growth spurt, and she blinked in surprise. I glanced down at my newly grown body and offered her a half smile. She grinned weakly back, and her hand burst into flame. Strangely, I didn't find this unusual in the slightest.

"Come and sit with me. At least you're clothed." I sat opposite her in the dank, dark, slightly slimy chamber. "What's your name?" I asked her. "Hestia" she told me. "And you?" I thought for a moment. I remembered someone cradling me lovingly before I was snatched and thrown done the hole. "Hades" I decided. "That's what she called me" Hestia just smiled sadly.

Not long after, we received a surprise visitor. Demeter was lovely, with hair the colour of ripe wheat and sky blue eyes. She always avoided me, and I knew she felt uncomfortable around me. She took to Hestia immediately. I knew as soon as she arrived that my days of sitting in the peaceful dark and talking quietly with Hestia were over.

By the time Poseidon arrived, I had withdrawn more and more to a small dark corner. Demeter always craved Hestia's attention, and they often spent hours just chatting about nothing in particular. Demeter immediately took charge of Poseidon, who had messy black hair and cheeky green eyes. His laid back attitude and teasing manner never went well with my own habit of quiet solitude, withdrawn manner, and learned talk. Inevitably, being cooped up in the small space, we clashed and often fought. When this happened, Demeter and Hestia would separate us and talk to us separately to calm us down. Hestia would always use the excuse to escape from Demeter and talk to me. Sometimes I would start a fight just to talk to her.

Then Hera arrived. Lovely, sweet, dark-haired Hera. Her eyes were peacock blue. One day, I overheard her confide to Hestia and Demeter that she'd had a dream of a young, dark haired man who was plotting to rescue us. Later, after Poseidon and I fought again, Hestia told me she thought our younger sister was in love. We sat in silence for a moment. I considered telling her I was too, but I was interrupted by another arrival. The bundle of swaddling clothes didn't move. "Is it….dead?" asked Hera horrified, eyes wide. Hestia tentatively reached out and picked up the babe, pulling back the swaddling cloth. She froze for a moment, and then grinned, giggling. We all frowned at her. "Hestia?" I questioned. She turned to me. "It's a rock! Mother tricked him!" "Him?" I asked her. She waved the question away and hugged the bundle.

One day, it could have been months or years later, just after I'd had yet another fight with Poseidon, there came a sudden roaring noise. A strange brown concoction began to fill the cavern. I smelt it. Is that….mustard? I thought. Hestia gave me a questioning glance. We turned to face the others. Just as I was about to voice the question we were all thinking, a strange force began to pull Hera upwards. She screamed, terror written all over her face. Poseidon and I rushed to help her, but nothing we did could stop it. Despite our efforts, she disappeared. Poseidon followed, then Demeter. I turned to face Hestia, knowing I was next. I felt the force beginning already, fighting to pull my molecules upwards. Everything was going to change. Of that, I was certain. I looked at Hestia, trying to imprint everything about her into my memory at once. After all, I might never see her again. Who knew where we going? On the spur of the moment, without really knowing what I was doing, I pulled her towards me and kissed her. As the force, pulled me away, I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me in utter shock, surprise, and, dare I say it, love.

I blinked in the sudden sunlight streaming from a magnificent stained glass window. So many people in fine clothes stared at me, with my dirty face and ragged clothes. They seemed frozen in place. "Come with me! Quickly, before they recover!" called a young man with dark hair, already halfway through the arched doorway. "No, wait!" I called back. "Hestia's still down there!" The others ignored me and began running, Poseidon, Hera and Demeter throwing me sorrowful looks over their shoulders. Just in time, Hestia materialised next to me. I grabbed her hand and we ran through the palace just as whatever spell it was wore off. The young man bundled us into a large black carriage, clambered onto the front, and cracked the whip. The voltage charged horses screamed and sped off.

Sometime during the drive, despite the rollercoaster motion, I must have dozed off. When I woke up we had parked in front of a giant manor house high in the mountains. The young man, who introduced himself as our brother, Zeus, was calming the horses down. He called them Tempest, Lightening, Storm, and Hurricane. I stared at them a moment, before Hestia shook my shoulder and we stepped inside the house. Suddenly there were women all around us. There was the pretty young maid with chestnut curls, Deina. There was stately, elegant, raven-haired Theia, and cherubic Asteria with wispy blonde hair and warm hazel eyes. There was Asteria's mother Phoebe with brown hair, a posh accent and kind manner. Asteria's young daughter Hecate, wearing a black chiton decorated with peacock feathers, her jet black hair caught up in a bun, her poisonous green eyes burning fiercely.

Then there was Zeus's young foster mother Selene. She wore a white chiton decorated with what looked like real stars, setting of her luminous silver eyes that glowed like the moon. Her pale skin was offset perfectly by her raven black hair. She introduced another girl in her soft, melodious voice. The young girl was beautiful, with golden brown hair that reached her waist and eyes like molten gold. She wore a gold chiton that matched her eyes and set off her pale skin. The girl was Selene's daughter Myrina, our half-sister. Zeus explained in a low voice that barely contained his anger. "Selene was forced by her father to become Kronos' mistress at just fourteen. Our beloved sister Myrina is the result." I nodded stiffly, wondering how Selene had remained quite so sweet when she had obviously had a miserable early life. "I always hated my husband." remarked Theia. Phoebe agreed.

Selene was the first mother figure I'd known. As soon as Zeus left to talk tactics with his allies, she looked us over and tutted. "Who's the youngest?" she asked. "Hera" said Hestia quietly. "Come on then dear" said Theia, smiling gently and holding out her hand. "We'll go find a bathroom and get you cleaned up."

Phoebe bundled Poseidon off to another bathroom, while he protested loudly. Theia just smiled and shook her head. "Now, now, dear, be good, or I'll wash you by hand." Poseidon paled and shut up quick. Asteria offered her hand to Demeter, who took it and they ran off together to the other side of the palace.

Myrina ushered out Hestia, who gave me a shy smile as she left. Selene led me through various passages with soaring roofs, and carved archways to an enormous bathroom. About an hour later, I stood in front a mirror. I stared at the stranger I saw. He had raven black hair, deep black eyes and pale skin. Selene knocked on the door. "Are you done yet, Sweetie?" she called through the door. I twitched my black robe one last time and opened the door. Selene smiled at me and led me back through the hallways to the great hall where the others awaited me.

Hera wore a new white chiton, her long black hair caught up in a plait, her peacock blue eyes sparkling. Poseidon stood fuming in a corner, his tan skin scrubbed clean and his green eyes turned poisonous. Demeter tended to the wilted flowers in the room, breathing life back into them. Her hair was the colour of ripe wheat, and her eyes were sky blue. She wore a new blue chiton.

Then I saw Hestia. I inwardly gaped. Something of my shock must have shown on my face, because she giggled. The last time I had seen her, she'd had lank grey hair, dull green eyes and ragged clothing. Her skin had been ashy grey, like a fire that had gone out. Now, she wore a red chiton edged with gold. Her skin was porcelain pale, and her eyes were a bright emerald green. There seemed to be flames glowing in them. But it was her hair that shocked me the most. The lank, grey strings were gone, replaced by vivid red hair that reached down to her waist in waves.

She ran into my arms and I lifted her up and around in a circle while she laughed. Asteria and Selene exchanged a look and smiled knowingly. Just then, Zeus came into the room, a scowl firmly in place on his face. "Come on" he said. "We're off to fight our father."

It took years – countless battles, worthless victories, and pointless duels. Eventually, finally, Zeus gave me what he called a 'final mission'. I was to creep into the Titan's throne room, using my Helm of Darkness that was forged by our Cyclops Uncles. Once there, I was to steal Kronos' scythe. Kronos, who I had only recently found was my father. And so it was that, with new found rage, I stole the only weapon that could kill my father, and delivered it to my brother, Zeus.

I stood hand in hand with Hestia. We looked on as Zeus and Kronos – my father in name only – exchanged blows. Inevitably, Zeus' weapon – Kronos' stolen scythe – found its mark. Again and again Zeus slashed, until Kronos was but a pile of body parts and blood. It was over, and the others Titans knew it. They accepted their punishments with dignity. I felt nothing. No pride, no sense of victory. Not even sadness for the souls that I could feel moving to the Underworld even now. I felt only relief that Hestia was safe. I was more sure than ever now that I loved her.

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I'm sorry if the spelling is atrocious, or this resembles anyone else's story. I never set out with the intention of ripping someone else off.

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