AN: So this took longer than I thought. All rights go to Rick Riordan.

Long story short, I didn't get claimed like Chiron and everyone else thought I would. I've been at camp for a week, and have seen almost twenty campers come in and get holograms over their head, while I'm stuck in Cabin 11. I'm not complaining, the Hermes kids are some of my favorite people in the camp, but I'd rather not have to deal with locking my stuff up everyday to prevent them from stealing it. Liam Rosier is the head of the Hermes Cabin, and he's been working on getting me up to speed with everything else that happens in the camp.

"So, how has your first week at camp been LJ?" Liam asked as we were leaving the sword fighting arena.

"Good I guess. Ancient Greek has been a breeze, sword fighting is fun, and for some reason canoeing is going better for me than others." I replied, having just replaced my sword on the rack.

"Does that sword fit your hand better than the last one?"

"Yes, but it still doesn't feel right." Part of sword fighting is having a sword that works for the fighter. I've used some swords that have too big a grip, too much weight in the blade, too little weight in the blade. So finding one that's comfortable in my hand has been impossible so far.

"If you still don't have a sword to your liking after Capture the Flag, let me know and I'll talk to the Hephaestus Counselor. We'll get you a sword. The rest of the day is yours, see you at dinner."

After that, Liam and I walked our separate ways. He was heading back to Cabin 11, and I was just going to walk. While staying in Cabin 11 has been great, it just doesn't seem like home to me. Cabins 7 and 20 feel familiar and friendly, but I think that is just because they're the cabins of Lou and Kayla's parents.

After walking for a little bit, I ended up at the fire circle in the dining pavilion. I saw a young girl with brown hair stoking the fire, but something didn't feel right. Maybe it was because she was stoking the fire with her bare hands, or maybe because of the sense of calm that seemed to exist in the presence. Something in my head told me that this little girl wasn't who she appeared to be.

I sat down next to her, and said "Isn't it a little dangerous to be touching the coals with your bare hands?"

She turned to me and I saw fire where her eyes would be, but it didn't scare me. No it seemed to calm and relax me, I felt like I was at home with Lou and Kayla about to eat dinner.

"Foolish, yes, but dangerous? That depends on what you wish to do with the fire. A hearth is home to a family, but can burn those who wish to upend the family. Flames from my hearth can both harm and heal," she said as she continued to stoke the flames.

"Hearth and family huh? So that means you're either the goddess Hestia, or someone really obsessed with her."

"I'm impressed that you were able to guess that so quickly. Yes, I am Hestia." She said with mirth in her eyes.

"Why are you down here at, instead of on Mt. Olympus?" Blunt? Yes, but I'm an intuitive guy. I tend to ask the questions and deal with the repercussions later.

"I find that there is almost always a strong feeling of family here at camp, but not always on Olympus. I enjoy seeing my family's children living together and enjoying it. How are you enjoying it?"

I thought that lying to a goddess was probably a bad idea, so I just spoke the truth.

"It's a lot. I thought that by coming here I'd learn who one of my parents was, but I've been here a week and haven't been claimed. The gods are supposed to claim their children, yet here I am."

Hestia didn't reply right away. Instead she turned and looked at me, and after a couple seconds she replied, "Yes, the gods are to claim their children. Though that you are not. You are a legacy, and they did not swear to claim those. I guess I should point that out at the next council meeting."

I just sat there in shock and the meaning of her words rolled over me. After a stretch of time, I worked up the courage to ask, "Do you know who my godly ancestors are then?"

"I am the goddess of family, of course I know. I cannot tell you though. You must find that out yourself, and I am afraid that it may require great hardship on your part. Do not be afraid to pray to Apollo and Hecate for guidance though. Even though they are not your grandparents, they love you as they would any other child of their children."

She disappeared into a vortex of flames, and left me there thinking about what she said. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't able to think that long since the nymphs came to start setting up for dinner. I made my way over to table 11 and sat down. At some point, Liam sat down next to me and we were served. I ended up burning an offering to both Apollo and Hecate, because I needed to figure out what Hestia meant.

"Hey LJ, are you ready for Capture the Flag tomorrow?" Liam asked, taking me out of my daze.

AN: Thank you guys for reading this chapter, I realize it probably got updated a lot later than you would have liked, and I'm sorry for that. I'm hoping that I can write more due to quarantine, and I really want to provide the people who read this with consistent updates. As always Reviews and PMs are appreciated. Thank you for reading.