Oh my gosh, this is the last chapter for part 1. It's so crazy to think that for so long I've had this story in my head, and literally played it out all the time, and it almost feels like it's coming true by writing and publishing it. I can't thank you all enough for reading it and being so encouraging with your comments, it honestly means the world to me. Today's recommendation is a movie called The Crow. I had heard a lot of good things about it but had never seen it until a couple of days ago with my boyfriend and it was amazing; I nearly cried at the end and it fit my dark personality perfectly. So now I present you the final chapter of The Heart of the Hearth. Enjoy.

The two siblings sat next to Hestia's hearth as they talked about what they would have to do now that the child was discovered to be mortal. Obviously she wouldn't be able to raise the child, so somehow they were going to have to place him/her with other mortals to take care of her.

"I don't suppose Sally could take care of her too, could she?"

The sea god chuckled and replied, "Percy's a handful on his own, although I'm sure Sally would if that wasn't an issue."

They continued to sit silently as they thought more and more. Eventually the hearth goddess thought of something, and it clicked. It made perfect sense, and it would help someone in distress, help someone's family grow. "What if we left her at an adoption center? I hate the thought of leaving him/her like that but maybe there is a way we can have someone help make sure she gets adopted."

Poseidon nodded softly and smiled warmly at his sister as he said, "I think that's a wonderful idea sister. Do you want to go now?"

She silently nodded and made sure she had the vial as they stood up and Poseidon noticed she had some sort of envelope in her hand but didn't say anything about it. They stood next to each other as they each willed themselves to teleport to the park next to the closest one to the Empire State Building.

When they got there they looked around noticing nearly no one in the park, surprisingly. They then walked along the path until they reached the streets of New York. As they got closer to the adoption center, Poseidon noticed his sister looking more and more anxious. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, solacing her as he said, "it'll be okay, I promise. You'll get your child back one day."

She smiled sadly and nodded, wrapping her arm around his middle as they finally reached their destination. They stepped inside, looking around to see a lobby like area with a big desk, but no one sitting there. It was time.

Hestia took the vial, and stared at it. It was as if she was paralyzed. After feeling her brother's hand rest on her shoulder, she was able to look up at him, him nodding as he softly squeezed her shoulder. She nodded back and opened the vial, inhaling and exhaling deeply before drinking the potion.

Her body started to tingle, and she had the weirdest sensation she had ever felt. Then her body began to hurt. She couldn't discern where, or exactly what level it was, but she could feel it nonetheless. It was then smoke appeared out of nowhere, with a bluish hint to it. As quickly as it started, it all stopped. Her body no longer felt weird or hurt, and the smoke dissipated to reveal the most beautiful baby she had ever seen, seemingly staying in midair by no means or reason. She quickly and gently grabbed the baby and held it to her chest.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at her precious child. It was a girl, presumably because of the pink blanket she was wrapped in. Her skin was a healthy tanish-pinkish color, with what looked to be black hair already on top of her head. Her eyes though were what took the goddess's breath away. Warm red eyes, with a green rim, just like the sea green eyes her brother had. Now all she needed was a name. The perfect name for the perfect child.

"Lydia. Lydia Adele Kara. My wonderful and perfect daughter."

A lone tear made it's way down the hearth goddess's face, but she made no move to wipe it off. She looked st her brother and smiled widely, stepping closer to him and asking if he wanted to hold her. He too had a smile on his face as he nodded, gently taking the baby from her grip. Little Lydia was silent all the while, being what must have been the quietest infant in the world.

After what felt like a century passing but in reality only ten minutes, the siblings gave each other a look that neither of them wanted to give. It was time to go. Poseidon kissed his daughter on the forehead before giving her back to her mother. Now that they were all here like this it was difficult to let her go, but she knew she had to.

More tears now freely flowing, she too kissed Lydia's forehead, whispering a heart breaking I love you to the still silent baby before gently setting her on the desk, setting the envelope next to her. As she did this she noticed the Mist surrounding her daughter and changing her to have brown hair and eyes. She wondered if this was Hecate's doing, but she supposed it didn't matter.

With a melancholy look, she and her brother took one last look before hearing footsteps getting louder and louder. They quickly walked out of the building, feeling a breeze hit their faces as the door closed behind them. Hestia and Poseidon looked st each other before she said softly, "I'm going to go home. Come visit next time you're on Olympus." He nodded in recognition and replied with a yes before she disappeared, him doing the same to go to Atlantis.

When the hearth goddess got home, she numbly walked to her bed and collapsed, crying, feeling drained of any energy she could possibly have had. However as she laid there she felt hopeful that she and her daughter would reunite, and that no matter what knowing she defied all odds and finally had the one thing she always wanted. So she smiled a sad smile as she fell asleep, dreaming of her own happy family.