A/N: Sorry about the long wait. I know it's not an excuse, but I've had writer's block for a while after I realized I would have to make another OC for Rachel Dare's chapter. Then I got a laptop for Christmas and found out I had nothing like Microsoft Word to type on, so that held me up for quite a while. But here's Hestia's chapter, and I promise to have the next one out before five months have passed! Sorry this is short.
This is in Poseidon's POV.
"AAAHHH!" screamed Hades as a weird combination of liquid and chunky solids crashed down onto his head. I dragged him out of the path of Kronos' esophagus' outlet.
He coughed out some digested wine. "Thanks, Poseidon."
Hera gave a wail as our father's stomach muscles contracted and shoved her to the other side of his stomach. Acids submerged me in a brownish pool. For years we had been living in Kronos' stomach. Because we were gods, we couldn't be digested, so we had to sit through each one of his meals in torture.
"ERRE ES KORAKAS!" screamed Hestia,and I jumped. "KRONOS! THAT-" and she spouted curse words so dirty, I snatched up Hera (the youngest of us) and shoved my hands into her ears, conveniently forgetting she was only about one second younger than Hades, who was only about two seconds younger than me.
"Hestia?" asked Hades tentatively. "Um, are you OK?" Hestia was always totally calm. Whenever one of us freaked out, she was always there to soothe us. She had never had a breakdown like this before. Usually it was Hera who exploded.
"OK? HOW CAN I BE OK WHEN I'M STUCK IN A TITAN'S STOMACH? HOW?" she lunged for Hades, and I shoved her back. I'm really protective.
"Hestia," I said, my voice shaking, "I think it's your time of the month."
What followed was the worst brawl my siblings and I had ever had. Ever. (Not even Zeus could top this, the drama queen...)
Hestia attacked me, and I kicked back at her. She set herself on fire and I called on the disgusting watery juices around me to throw her into the sides of Kronos' stomach. Hades and Hestia desperately tried to drag us apart and punch Hestia as much as they could.
Finally, Hestia snarled and disappeared into the small intestine to vent her anger. I sighed.
I couldn't wait for Hera to get her period.
A/N: After re-reading this chapter and finding out it was ripe with spelling errors and weirdness, I came back and fixed the typos. Hopefully the weirdish format has fixed itself.
