Felix
I woke up and sighed. I looked around. Marisa was no where to be seen. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed, going into the living room. Marisa was by the window, drinking her coffee as usual. She was only 11 but she loved coffee.
"Good morning."I said, pouring a bowl of cereal. She smiled at me and went back to her coffee. She wasn't a morning person.
"We've been here too long."she said, pouring another cup of coffee.
"Don't be silly. We've only been here a week."I replied.
"Felix, the gods have forgotten about us."she said, looking outside. About 3 days ago, the Roman version of the Greek gods started fighting in Olympus.
"Don't be silly. We haven't forgotten you."Hestia said, entering our apartment. She was dropping off food. I sighed. Hestia was beautiful. Well, she should be. She's a goddess. She had scarlet red hair and glowing orange eyes. She was wearing a blood red toga and gold sandals.
"You haven't made a decision?"Marisa asked, taking the basket.
"I'm afraid not young one."Hestia said, tucking a piece of hair behind Marisa's ear. I never thought Maris was beautiful but I guess she was pretty, with curly black hair and gray eyes.
"Hestia, I'm feeling trapped."Marisa complained.
"I know young one. I know. Do not fret. I will remind them of you. Oh, and it's Vesta."Vesta/Hestia reassured. We looked at each other and sighed. SInce Hestia/Vesta wasn't different in Greek and Roman mythology, Hestia/Vesta interchanged easier than most of the other gods.
"Forgive me, Vesta."Marisa said, bowing to her. Vesta nodded and began to clean house.
"But, Vesta, we are getting restless."I told her.
"Please stop reminding me."Vesta said. We were making her angry and that was never good.
"How my mother holding up?"I asked. Vesta sighed.
"She's still fighting with Victoria. They might be similar but being the goddess of victories, they both want control over the other. It's quite trivial."she said, washing the dishes. I looked at Marisa and sighed. I've met my mother on several occasions. Marisa was barely claimed. But, who could blame her? Her mother the goddess Discordia, or Eris in Greek mythology. Discordia lived in Tartarus and couldn't talk to her only daughter so easily. It was unfair.
"Ugh."I said. Marisa poured herself a third cup of coffee and sat on the couch. She was annoyed. But, being the daughter of Discordia, she had a wicked attitude, seldom talking, always judging, forever saddening. She's quite depressing.
"Remind me again Vesta..."Marisa started.
"I'm Hestia again dear."Hestia said. Marisa sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Remind me again Hestia why we are kept in this floating apartment in Olympus."Marisa said.
"I've told you multiple times Marisa. You two are the newest children of Nike and Discordia and you two are polar opposites. We have to keep an eye on you two. You keep the scales in balance."Hestia explained for the hundredth time.
"Right. Right."Marisa said, drinking her coffee. I looked at my cereal bowl and sighed. It was just milk now.
"Do not doubt the god Marisa. We play a bigger part than you think."Hestia said.
"Yeah. But, Hestia, we..."Marisa said, turning around. The goddess was gone and the house was spotless.