A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

Chaos' Favored 3 (Percy Jackson)

A young girl sat next to a hearth, shawl over her shoulders and a wooden staff in her hands. She was alone in the massive room, alone in the dark with only the fire as her light, with only the echoes and memory of presences that aren't presently there as her company. Giant thrones loomed over her comparatively small frame, each having the style of their respective owners and was thus unique in their own way.

It was eerily quiet, with only the soft crackling of the flames and the shuffling of coals preventing total silence. But she wasn't lonely, nor was she intimidated in the presence of such structures and grand designs of the room. She was not afraid of being alone in the silence.

The girl was not even a girl at all.

Hestia, as the Goddess of the Hearth, had been tending to these flames since before humans had been created by ----- and she was content to do so for many millennia more. She was not unhappy or lonely. Though, if sometimes she looked at her family and compared them to the families that mortals have, and if sometimes she dreamed...

But this was her family, she was content, and she would be there for them when they need it. She was, after all, the eldest. And so she feels a certain responsibility for her siblings, even as she tries her best not to get pulled into their fights. She sighed at the thought, exasperated and fond the only way an older sibling would at their younger.

Then suddenly–

She gasped as the flames flickered violently, as if there was a gust of wind in the room that wasn't felt or even present. She felt cold, suddenly, and the room seemed quieter somehow. Eyes of softly glowing embers dimmed and they closed as if in pain.

And it was pain, just not something physical.

Another one of her brothers, her family, is pain because he loved and had lost it. This wasn't the first time this happened, the last one was with Hades and his Maria, but this does not make the pain in her heart easier to bear. One of her domains is Family, so when one of hers had their family broken, she felt it keenly.

She rose as the fire settled, and with a thought, she was somewhere else.

Power hung in the air, angry and worried and pained and grieving, and in it she found the potential for destruction just waiting to be unleashed. Barely held back by the figure in front of her, it was still enough to cause earthquakes around the world.

Poseidon paced in his throne room, and Hestia tracked his movement even as she noticed the lack of any sea creatures in the room. The power that their Lord was emitting must've been too much even for them.

"Brother," she spoke, though she knew that her brother wasn't so lost in his emotions that he hadn't noticed her entrance. Poseidon stopped his pacing.

He stood still, head down, shoulders tense, and hands curled into fists. A picture of suppressed anger and violence, but not a single strand of her hair was harmed when she carefully walked closer and touched his arm.

"Tell me what happened?"

Aaaaannd then I can't continue.