Everyone has their limits - including Hestia. No one's patience stretches on forever. Zeus (and the Olympians) seem(s) to have forgotten that. They have forgotten that while the Hearth's flames are welcoming, they can also be deadly.
This is my first story and I wish you guys will like it. It is about the first child of Perseus/Percy.
Warning: Bloody scenes, lots of death, and ultimate Badassery from a rock.