All right, the last chapter was met with some pretty good performance, and I'm really getting comfortable actually typing down my ideas and forming a story. As of now, the chapters should be getting longer, and I will switch over to first person P.O.V.'s for the most part. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
Approximately 1258 B.C. if I've done my research.
Hestia P.O.V.
It hurtssss! I couldn't even form words, all that came out of my mouth were primal shouts and moans of pain that I couldn't hold back. I gasped for air, the oxygen barely pulling into my lungs. "Push, keep pushing!" Hecate's voice sounded out, as I laid on a makeshift table and she was in between my legs, helping me deliver my baby. I tried to keep flexing my muscles, pushing as hard as I could.
I gave it my all and finally I felt a weight release and Hecate saying ,"It's a boy! Hestia it's a boy!" I collapsed flat onto the table, happy that it was over. Within the minute a piercing cry rang out, desperately searching for the familiar warmth of his mother that he was used to.
I reached out and grabbed my baby that was now swaddled with a robe from Hecate, and brought him to my chest. I looked down and couldn't help but smile at the baby boy in my arms, with little tufts of brown curls wildly sticking all over the place and his chubby cheeks made me just want to pinch them. I sighed, finally happy that the horrible thing called childbirth was over.
Hecate cleared her throat, in a not very subtle way. I turned to her, and she promptly pulled out a book that was bound in weird leather and had a language I couldn't understand. "As you asked Hestia, I have found a way to bind your child's powers. It will be a three part seal, with each seal halving his power. To perform this spell I will need the feather of a phoenix, the heart of a dragon, and the most rare, an eye of a grand elemental salamander. While I couldn't find a fire affinity one, as those are extinct, I did find an air affinity one, although it was probably the last of it's kind."
I frowned. I killed an almost extinct, if not already, creature just to save my own son? Was it worth it? I looked down at the baby in my arms, and as he breathed out a hot breath, I instantly knew I would burn the whole world just to save him.
I turned back to Hecate. "What must I do?" She looked at me and smiled, almost eerily. "Oh, my dear Hestia, you do not have to do anything except give a little of your blood in this cup." I grabbed the cup she held out, and accepted the knife that came with it. I sliced a small cut down my palm, the blood pouring out until I wished my godly powers to close the wound. Hecate took the cup from my and dropped the ingredients into a pot that she had begun boiling without me noticing. I watched for a second, before turning back to my precious son, trying and failing to pat down his rowdy hair.
Third Person P.O.V.
As soon as Hestia had looked away from Hecate, Hecate dropped two more things into the pot, a torn off piece of the Golden Fleece,and a torn off piece of the hide of the Nemean Lion. Hecate had no idea how this would impact the spell, but she was interested in the results. She couldn't resist meddling with the powers of the unknown.
She had gathered these items in such a short amount of time it almost impressed herself. Normally it would've taken centuries to find and use these ingredients, but she had taken great interest in her little experiment.
As she stirred, the pot, slowly pouring in Hestia's golden blood, she smiled sinisterly, because Hestia was as foolish as she was kind, trusting a goddess as herself to raise her only child? She almost burst out in an evil cackle.
Unknowing to either of the deities, there was another being in the room. One that had noticed his sister's weird behavior. She had missed a council meeting, and when he had seen her she had been in adult form. He knew something was amiss, but to find out that she had given birth to a child, one that didn't seem to be a god either. Just what was she thinking? But as he watched her caress the child in her arms, he knew that he would protect it like one of his own. He slowly backed away from the room, the two adults never noticing his presence and the baby in a deep sleep, having no idea what was to come.
Hecate finally finished her concoction and filled it in a cup with a top on it, resembling a nipple, bringing it over to Hestia. "Pour this in his mouth while I chant the spell. It will take a few minutes to take effect, but it should be pretty instantaneous."
Hecate picked up the weird spell book, and immediately started chanting as soon as the baby started guzzling from the bottle. Hestia couldn't understand a word, but she soon felt the room get darker and heavier, and involuntarily shuttered. After Hecate stopped chanting, her baby started glowing softly, getting brighter and brighter before the light died completely.
She watched in almost wonder as four thick black lines formed on her baby's arms, two around his wrists and two right above his bicep and below his shoulder. They lit on fire briefly, before turning back into black marks. (A.N. Basically imagine thick black tattoo bands around his wrists and upper biceps.)
Hecate grinned, happy that there seemed to be no side effects, and promptly took her leave, as she would get the child when he was in mortal years, 5 years old. Hestia nestled into her bed, cuddling the newborn babe. Before she realized she hadn't named her baby. She had been toying with the names Perseus and Percival for quite some time now, unable to decide which one to name him if he was a boy. She settled on both. "Goodnight my beautiful Perseus Percival. I love you." Almost as if he understood, he gave a small smile, shuffling even deeper into her arms, and together they fell asleep.