Hestia watches her family start to prepare for a war.

She is not a warrior like her nephew and niece. She is not meant for war, but for peace and home. If Typhon comes, if her father comes, she will be useless.

The goddess of the hearth has no illusions about her youngest brother. There are too many occasions that he is power drunk. And while her other brother are better than Zeus, they each have their own faults.

But at the end of all things, they are still infinitely better rulers than her father and his siblings.

She is useless in a true fight, but she still has her own powers. Of all the gods, it is perhaps she who pays the most attention to the half-bloods, looking over their camp even though none who learn there are hers.

And the more she learns, the more patient she is. Her time will come soon; she can feel it. In the end, she too will play an important role in the game that is being played.

But it is not her time yet, so she does what she done for millennia.

She waits.


And here ends this story :)
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