Chapter 1
Quiet Life
A Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfic
Author's Note
A cozy room. The fire crackles within the confinement of the hearth. Enter shy-twinee (the author) and Hestia (the main character).
Hestia: *bows head politely* Welcome.
shy-twinee: What she said. This is my second…no third fanfic, and it's going to be about *gestures towards Hestia* this humble goddess right here. Please condone my spelling and grammatical errors, as well as my childish writing. I barely passed Language class in high school.
Hestia: *looks up from flaming hearth* Please also be aware, dear readers, that shy-twinee does not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
shy-twinee: If I did, the series wouldn't be as popular as it is now.
Hestia: Because this story is a fanfic, characters may be subjected to OOCness. Please enjoy.
Exeunt shy-twinee and Hestia in a column of flames.
The horrors of the Second Titan War were over; however, the destruction and scars caused were still present. Everyone –Olympian, minor god/goddess, satyr, nymph, half-blood, and all other creature alike- worked to restore Mount Olympus to its former glory and beyond.
Many found it hard to believe that such destruction was mainly due to a dysfunctional family. Family…the starting point of life, often overlooked and taken for granted as one grows older.
The gods were almost defeated because many of them neglected their mortal family, the demi-god children born to them after affairs with mortals.
Mount Olympus (Third Person POV)
Five Olympians sat on their giant thrones conversing along with their guest, Hades, god of the Underworld.
"I am concerned." quoth Hades as he averted his presently soft gaze toward the glowing hearth.
"As are we, brother." responded Poseidon, god of the sea. He turned from Hades to look at his other siblings. Zeus (god of the sky), Hera (goddess of marriage), and Demeter (goddess of agriculture) all looked worried.
Hera sighed sadly and spoke up. "Pan, god of the wild, faded last year. Such an event hasn't occurred for over 1,000 years."
Zeus stroked his beard, thinking out loud. "Yes…yes. Now, I fear that Pan's death would encourage her." He unleashed a frustrated sigh.
"What would we do without her?" Demeter questioned rhetorically, breaking her silence. "Who will help me cope during the fall and winter?" She shot an intense glare at Hades.
Hades felt his sister's glare and faced her. "Oh, please, Demeter! Don't start that ranting…again. I don't want her to fade just as much as all of you don't." His expression softened a bit. "She was the only one who bothered to check for me when I was sentenced to take charge over the Underworld."
"She needs something productive to do with her immortal life." Zeus proposed. "I'll voice our concerns to her when she returns."
The group took one sad look at the hearth before vanishing.
A cozy room. Hestia is tending to the hearth. shy-twinee is relaxing on the sofa.
shy-twinee: Dearest readers, you have reached the end of this chapter. *bows* Many apologies for the shortness of this chapter.
Hestia: Please leave a nice review for they make shy-twinee feel a little more confident in herself. Flames are not nice…don't leave them.
shy-twinee: BTW. Hestia has appeared in her nine year-old form during this scene and the entering scene…just for any of you who wanted to know.
Exeunt shy-twinee and Hestia in a smoke-screen.
