Divine Existence - Percy Jackson

In a whirlwind of Wars, Prophecies, and Destines, a group of children fight to survive one day at a time. In the eye of the hurricane, stands the only Daughter of Hestia, and a Son of Poseidon. Will they be able to survive it all, or will they simply become another Greek Tragedy?

Or when,

Icarus falls in love with the Sun, for the final time.

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(Book 1 of 3 in the Divine Series)

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Icaria Kane's body was utterly exhausted. She had pushed herself past her breaking point and still continued on as if nothing was wrong. The demigod knew if she allowed herself time to take even a moment, her soul would physically crack in two. Now was not the time for weakness, if anything, she had to be stronger. The Demigod knew the other hunters would whisper about her, but Icaria didn't listen to them. She refused to watch someone she loved fall at the hands of Thanatos again. If that meant breaking her body, so be it.

There was someone who noticed the young girl breaking apart. They could see the bags grow darker and watched as Icaria began to eat less and less. It was the same someone who had saved Icaria all those years ago. The goddess refused to watch that little girl go through suffering any longer.

The goddess, Artemis, stepped out of her tent in the early morning light. All of her girls were getting rest. Taking the opportunity to relax with the very few days of peace they had left. All except one.

In the distance, the goddess could hear the distinct sound of metal striking against wood. She took quiet steps and watched Icaria Kane from a distance. The hunter breathed heavily, her body slumped from exhaustion. The sword in her hand, shaking.

"Icaria?" Artemis asked, stepping through the early morning fog. "Why do you cry?"

The Demigod turned her body away from her goddess, clutching Hearth in her hands until they turned white. Icaria begged herself not to cry in front of the goddess. This was not her time to break dow