Long time no see. I was busy thinking of my next two stories and their plot so much so that I almost forgot about this one. I have a few ideas for where this story will go, so send in any suggestions you might have and I'll definitely review them.

Third Person P.O.V.

A woman who appeared to be in her twenties approached a dark and mysterious castle, shivering as she unknowingly crossed a barrier set up by the castle's owner. She was shroud in a brown cloak, and walked towards the entrance and knocked on the looming black wooden doors that had torches burning a green fire to either side. The door eerily swung open by itself. The woman entered and the door slammed shut behind her, shrouding her in darkness.

She looked around before seeing a set of stairs with torches along the left side, descending into gods know where. She breathed a deep breath of air and made her way to the stairs, winding down them cautiously. Eventually the stairs led out into a huge cavern, filled with tables of concoctions and brews of mysterious colors. There were stray animal parts and weird pots of boiling liquids threatening to spill over.

But perhaps the most eye catching thing was the amount of books in the room. She was surrounded on all sides by huge bookcases, over thirty feet tall and wrapping around the entire perimeter of the room In the center there was a massive fire pit with a huge cauldron of boiling pink liquid. Right next to it was the very woman she had come to see.

Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic, witchcraft, doorways, and the queen of creatures of the night. She could be a valuable ally, but an even greater enemy. The woman approached Hecate, sliding down her hood and coming to a stop a few feet away. She stood in silence, seemingly waiting for Hecate to speak first.

And speak she did. "Now, why would an Olympian goddess like you come visit a poor old Titaness like me? Have you the need to poison someone? To sway a battle in your favor?" Hecate finally turned to the woman. "No, you don't meddle in the affairs of such things… so tell me, why are you here, Hestia?"

The woman, revealed to be Hestia, thought for a moment. "I need your help and I've come to bargain for it. It is something only you can do." Hestia said, looking to Hecate in almost a pleading manner. This intrigued Hecate, what would such a powerful goddess like herself need from someone who had been disgraced by her council?

"Ask the deed, and I shall set the price. But what could you possibly need, oh peaceful one?" Hecate asked, getting even more interested. Hestia simply stood up and walked over to Hecate, lifting and pushing her shirt to the grabbed Hecate's hand and held it over her stomach. Hecate stood confused. Why was she holding her stomach? Until she felt it. The movement of an unborn baby. Hecate stumbled back in shock, almost knocking over the huge cauldron.

"But how? You are a sworn virgin!" She exclaimed. Hestia smiled. "Sworn to who?"

Hecate paused. She genuinely didn't know. "I am not sworn to be a maiden, it was simply a lifestyle I chose so I would not be pursued by men and gods alike. I have never been sworn." Hecate frowned. "But what do you require of me?" Hestia sighed and summoned a chair for both of them before sitting down heavily.

She rubbed her belly before speaking."My unborn child has terrible paths before him. The Fates came to me in a dream, saying that he would be blessed and cursed with unspeakable power. The blessed power to help him become a hero, the cursed power to turn him into a villain, and only he can choose." She finished looking sadly at Hecate, before going back to rubbing her belly. Hecate thought for a moment. "Who is the baby's father?"

Hestia tensed, before looking up at Hecate. "You must swear on your immortality to never tell a soul who he is." Hecate nearly laughed, why would she swear on her own mortality? Then she saw the dead serious face Hestia had, and she had never seen that face on her. "I, Hecate, swear to never reveal who Hestia's child's father is, on my own immortality." Hestia nodded." His father is the demigod of Zeus, Heracles, before Hera drove him insane." Hecate's eyes widened almost comically. Of course that's why the boy would be so powerful. Heracles was one of the strongest demigods ever sired, and this would be Hestia's first child.

Hecate thought for another moment. "But why do you need me? I don't fit in this situation at all." She asked, very confused. Hestia smiled up at her. "I have a plan. Once he is born he is sure to be hunted down, be it Zeus or monsters of great power. You are more powerful than you lead others to believe, so I came up with an idea to warp my child's power." Hecate became intrigued and listened while Hestia described her plan, and what an amazing plan it was.

"But Hestia, it would take almost 200 years for this plan to unfold, with all the ingredients and power to mention I will need the help of at least two of my siblings." Hestia sighed. "I know. As soon as my child is born, I shall place them under a deep sleep, where they require no food or water, until the magic is ready to be cast onto them. But onto the most important part. What is your price for such an endeavor?"

Hecate settled down, racking her brain. She suddenly had a great thought. "Allow me to be his caretaker since you are not allowed to be. One he is done feeding from your bosom, I will guide and help the child grow until you are allowed to see him again."

Hestia frowned. She was definitely not happy with giving her first and precious child to a goddess known for trickery and deceit, but she had sworn on her immortality. She nodded, agreeing to Hecates terms.

Hecate clapped, "Well now, I should get to work then. A very busy schedule ahead of me." She teleported up to a ladder on the bookcases and proceeded to fly around, pulling books of the shelves, muttering to herself the whole time. Hestia flashed out and appeared in a little cottage, that was very literally the definition of cozy and home-like.

She settled down, looking longingly at the crib, waiting for the day when she would be able to hold her very own child, something she had longed for a while. She had chosen someone who she thought would give her baby great qualities, but Hera soon ruined that legacy. Driving the man she had chosen mad and making him a murderer. But she had conceived the baby in her whom far before the man she once knew became a shell, bent on having the favour of the gods.

But she smiled, for her child would be great, and she would stop at nothing to protect her baby, even if it meant driving Zeus off his throne. Her child would grow up and live a life they chose, regardless of their power. She felt the baby in her kick, almost as if they agreed with her.