Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians… I wish…
"Hope survives best at the hearth"
Hestia smiled.
She was always alone… always taken for granted.
No one stopped to talk. No one seemed to notice her.
They all thought she was just there.
She didn't care.
She didn't care that people would just pass her by.
It didn't matter to her.
No matter what, she always was there if anyone needed her.
She offered someplace warm, someplace cozy, someplace like home.
Though, a goddess needed love too.
Nico and Percy have been the first people in a long time to stop, talk, and listen to her.
And now Percy had trusted her enough with the gift of Hope.
"Well done, Percy Jackson. May the gods bless you."
I was bored and decided to do a little thing on Hestia. It was kinda short, but I hope you still enjoyed! REVIEW!
-xhiddendreamx