A/N: Hello everyone! It's been ten months! Just want to inform everybody that I'm well alive, and I was just hiding in the Harry Potter Fandom. Don't believe you should check my profile, 45 stories of just Harry Potter. This story Goddess Diaries: Hera, means that I'm officially coming back to the Percy Jackson Fandom. The reason for my absence is because of two things. 1) It's always been hard for me to write Percy Jackson stories and 2) I have an illness called Atelophobia. You can read more about that on my profile. So without a further ado. Enjoy!

Word count: 1,207

The sensation of free falling was not pleasant. I felt my stomach lurch as I fell on top of my brother, Poseidon. He grunts at the sudden weight that has fallen on him as if I am heavy. But I soon know where he's coming from, the moment Hestia falls on top of me. My breath is taking away from me, by the impact and I can hear Poseidon cursing. It's quiet for a few seconds, and I had decided to open my eyes. A decision I soon regret. From the years of growing inside of my father, have made my eyes accustomed to the dark. This brightness alarms me and I quickly close my eyes against it. We are free...but by whom?

"Are you alright?" Hestia asked.

I nod as I slowly open my eyes. Hestia's head covers the source of the light. Warmth radiates from it, which I am unfamiliar with. The years inside my father made that limited. My sisters lift off of my body, and I feel her hand grab my wrist and I'm lifted from Poseidon's body. She catches me as I stumble, Hestia then holds me within arms-length, so I can regain my balance. There's a rather ticklish feeling under feet, and I jump. My head jerks down, to see that I'm standing in something green.

"It's called grass." A voice says.

My blood runs cold as I slowly look up. Who did that voice belong to? Hopefully not one of my father's brothers. During the years, my siblings and I had learned to hear things, that was only meant for my father. But the voice doesn't belong to any I've heard before. Which doesn't reassure me? The one who talked appears younger than I. And I mustn't lie, that he was handsome. His golden hair makes me wonder, is this the young man that my father fears.

The Golden One?

He had eyes that matched, what I later learned, of the sky; the golden blond hair reaches his shoulder, and he stares at us with awe and fascination. It takes me a moment to realize that he's waiting for one us to speak.

"Grass?" I said quietly, "And the source of the light?"

"The sun." He seemed amused by my questions, but all the same ready to answer them.

"Wonderful," Demeter says drily. "Is there a point to any of this?"

I turned to see Demeter pushing Poseidon a side and walk towards use with pure confidence. How was it that the few seconds that we've been here, that Demeter walks this unknown ground as if she done it for years? But I am stumbling around like a toddler does on its first steps? Demeter's eyes trailed up and down the boy, with an extreme disinterest. I stop myself from scowling, the least Demeter could do was to be generous for him saving us. But then again this was Demeter.

"My name is Zeus," The boy said. "I am your younger brother. I've rescued you from our father."

"Really now?" Demeter said with sarcasm, "It sure in Tartarus wasn't Hades or Poseidon ."

The said two sniggers, and I rolled my eyes. Demeter was obviously in a cranky mood. Hestia gave Demeter a disapproving look, before giving Zeus a small smile.

"And we appreciate that you went out of your way to save us," Hestia said.

A smile graced my face at Zeus reaction towards Hestia. He was obviously relieved that we all weren't like Demeter.

"We must hurry," Zeus said, looking over our shoulders.

At that, we turned around to see that, Cronus was vomiting. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Though that made me more aware, that I wasn't as pristine as I imagine. It seems that I wasn't the only one because I could hear Poseidon cursing again and Demeter gagging. Zeus seemed to be hesitated by coming towards us. Not that I could blame him.

"Look," Demeter said, folding her arms. "You don't want to be anywhere near us, but we need to leave. Like now."

The answer came when somebody spoke up. We turned our heads quickly to the voice. And there stood a woman, we didn't know was there. Though I immediately knew who it was, when we locked eyes. This was our mother: Rhea. I felt Hestia pull me closer, as we stared at her. Rhea looked hurt by the gesture.

"Who are you?" Hestia asked.

I turned to face Hestia confused, "That's Rhea."

"How do you know my name?" She asked startled.

Everyone turned to me and I shrank back from the attention.

"You're out mother." I said softly, "Isn't that right Zeus?"

He looked startled, too, which didn't fit him well, and nod. Rhea actually smiled at me and I couldn't help, but smile back.

"Of course," Rhea said.

Silence settled in and I was rather pleased, that I had my mother's full attention.

"Mother," Hestia said, the words foreign to her.

"This really is an ice reunion, but we need to leave," Demeter said, eyeing Kronos wearily.

Demeter's comment snapped Zeus and Rhea to attention. Quickly, we left the court of Mount Othrys. When we reached the outside, there was a handful titan waiting by the hills. These were titans that no longer wanted Kronos to rule, my mother reassured us. While I believe my mother whole-heartedly, my siblings are more cautious. Though I don't understand why.

Our my mother had my green eyes, though they're kind like Hestia's; Olive skin like Hades, and jet black hair like Poseidon's; And with Demeter, they both shared the air confidence that surrounded them. Zeus...didn't earn any physical traits with our mother, and I didn't know either well enough to compare personalities.

We have led away from Mount Othrys and entered into a garden protect by Gaea, our grandmother. Rhea led Hestia, Demeter, and me to bathe in a lake away from the boys. Vice versa. Once we are cleaned and clothed, mother shows us our rooms. They are all bare, and mother had informed us that, we could decorate it how we wanted it. I'm still astonished to the fact that we have separate rooms.

My aunt, Tethys, is amused with my fascination of what is call a bed. Which makes me blush, because I'm acting like a child. And I am no longer that. I've have become a young woman, but I think I prefer the word...teenager. Anyways, Aunt Tethys came to my room holding a rectangular object with a feather.

"This is a notebook," she said, gesturing to the rectangular object.

"And you use this to write," Tethys said.

I took each of them delicately, "Thank you. But what am I to-"

"You are to write about your days with this," Tethys said.

I glanced down at the gift and smile.

"Thank you."

She smiled back, "you're welcome."

The moment she left, I began to write. And I have a desire to write more tomorrow.