Hestia ran back to Olympus as if she never left. She crept down the road. She saw a lady there, once again with golden hair, it wasn't Iris. It was Aphrodite.
"Where did you head off to?" She said in her angelic, little girl voice.
"Nowhere" Hestia lied, she didn't date give off any clues especially to the goddess of love.
"No...... it was something important"
"What was that?" Hestia said, getting on her side of anger and hot headedness.
"Listen you rodent, get your hands off Ares!" Aphrodite growled, no longer in her angelic, beautiful vouce, in her harsh, envious voice.
"What the Styx are you talking about?!"
"I know what your up to!" Aphrodite sbarled, Hestia swore Aphrodite was having one of her dramatic mental breakdowns.
"What are you talking about?"
"Ares is mine!" Aphrodite trudged up the hill leaving Hestia confused, and a bit nervous. What would love be like if she hadn't escaped?
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The Daughter of the Hearth
FanfictionHave you ever wondered if your everyday virtues or diablities may be worse than you think? Well, welcome to my World, the halfblood World. I DO NOT OWN THE PERCY JACKSON OR HEROES OF OLYMPUS SERIES
