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Line break

Percy p.o.v.

We were fighting. That was the perfect way to describe us. Thalia and Jason just wouldn't shut up. I already forgot what we were fighting over!

Jason was now the target for Thalia so I decided to look around the Throne room. More fighting! But was it just me or did the room look scarier. It looked, well... empty. It wasn't really empty, but it was just the feeling I got from it. Empty and cold. Weird.

I looked around more. Trying to brush of the creepy feeling. I spotted Nico sitting by the hearth. He was roasting a marshmallow on a stick...

He was roasting marshmallows! Why would he do that? Why would he do that on Olympus!?

I made my way to Nico. I was just about to ask what was up when I saw his face. Tears were staining his face. NICO WAS CRYING! That wasn't possible. Nico didn't cry and he absolutely didn't do it in public. 'Nico what is wrong?'

Nico just looked at me and gave me a watery smile. 'Percy, do you want to roast marshmallows?' I looked at him as if had gone mad. I was about to reply with a no when I looked at the fire, the hearth.

It looked lifeless. Like all the life and fire was sucked out of it. It looked cold and hard. Even though you could feel the heat coming from it. The heat was scorching and give not the comfortable feeling it usually give. It was so cold, that it gave me shivers. It reminded me of a fire that burnt down houses, a fire that eats everything and only leaves destruction. This wasn't the hearth, it was a cold an lifeless fire. Hestia would never let that happen in her lif...

It clicked. It just clicked that moment. It all made sense. Why the fire was like that. Why the throne room felt cold and foreign.

My cheeks felt wet and I could taste the salt on my lips. 'I would like roasting a marshmallow.' My voice cracked.

I picked up a stick with a marshmallow and sat next to Nico. We just sat in silence. The gods and the others were still arguing around us. They didn't notice. They didn't know.

I don't know how to describe this feeling, but it was burning. I couldn't look in front of me anymore. My eyes were blurry. Hestia was one of the only nice goddesses. She was the one that really cared about us. She was unnoticed, yet always noticed us. Noticed, past tense.

Tears were streaming down faster of my face. Roasting marshmallows, that is what we always do at camp. We sit together, sing stupid songs and we feel like a family. Like we are home...

'Hey Nico, we should sing a song.' Nico looked at me as if I have gone mad. Maybe I have. 'Like at camp?' He asked. Tears were still streaming down his face. I think that I don't look any better.

I just nodded. We slowly began to sing a song. Softly. The pain could be heard in our voices. Yet nobody noticed. Nobody cares. That must be how Hestia felt. Nobody cares...