Son of Nyx (Discontinued)

10

"So...this whole time?" Perseus asked.

"No. Not quite this while time. I would say more around the time when you started doing odd jobs for Olympus without many knowing. Such as helping the old god that makes our ambrosia and nectar, or getting back Apollo's chariot after his son tried to take it out. The little things that not many people notice.

"You have a kind heart...and it drew me to you. Then, that poor girl died and you went into a rage. We were all scared of you, very much so, but none were all that much worried after you disappeared. As you saw, most of them didn't even recognize you upon your return."

Perseus was still unsure of how to proceed, mainly as he had not felt love such as this from someone else. It wasn't that he didn't love her back, he just didn't know Hestia well enough, nor had they spent the time to get to know each other. Annabeth was one thing, he fell for her on sight, but that did not make it the true embodiment of love. Now, he wanted to make sure this is what he wanted.

"I am to watch over that camp of demigods. Since the Titan's and Giants plans to return failed thanks to many brave demigods, the Council decided the demigods deserve someone more willing to help them than Dionysus. I agreed to go down there, seeing as I know nothing of this new era.

"If you wish, you can visit me. I know this my sound a little bad, but I can't say I return your feelings of love yet. I don't know you, and I came to realize I overreacted over the death of a woman I hardly knew. So, if you would like, I'd love it if you'd visit me down there."

Hestia's face lit up. "Wherever there is a hearth, I am there, be it campfire, fireplace, or heater for the home, I am there. Of course I will visit you, as you carry my hope for the future."

The words struck Perseus as old and odd, but he smiled because it reflected the warmth of her heart. "Well, I must be off, I want to be able to meet the campers before lights out. I will also make sure to come visit you here, as it would be wrong to make you always come to me," Perseus said.

"Ever the gentleman," was Hestia's reply.

-/-

Flashing into the camp, Perseus looked around. He stood next to a large blue house that had peeling paint. With a snap of his fingers, a fresh coat covered the house; dirt, dust, grime and leaves disappeared, and the place seemed to shine with new life.

A centaur came cantering up from what looked like archery ranges. "Ah, you must be Perseus. The gods informed me that you would be taking Dionysus' place as camp director. I can't say that I'm unhappy, after hearing your exploits."

Perseus greeted Chiron warmly, having heard of the many great heroes he had taught in the past.