Hestia sat in the pavilion at Camp Half Blood, tenderly caring for the fire. She watched the passing campers with interest, wishing one of them would stop and talk to her. But no one ever did. Hestia sighed and poked the logs, making more flames spark up.

The goddess of the hearth and home suddenly felt as if someone was watching her. She turned around and met the curious gaze of a little boy with olive skin, pitch black hair and and inquisitive eyes.

"Hello there." she said nervously.

"Hi!" he said brightly, grinning.

"I'm Nico, what's your name?"

"Um- I'm Hestia."

The boy grinned, his eyes lighting up.

"Like Hestia the goddess? The one who gave up her seat on Olympus for Mr. D-"

"Yeah, that's me."

Nico reached into his pocket and withdrew a card,

"You're on my Mytho Magic card."

Hestia leaned down and sure enough, saw her name written on the card. Apparently, she had 2500 attack points.

"You're really powerful." Nico said admiringly,

Then he grinned mischievously.

"Well, more powerful than the wine dude, anyway."

"Nico!" someone called,

"Come here, please."

"Coming, Bianca!" Nico called back.

He turned back around and waved to the goddess.

"Goodbye Hestia!"

Hestia grinned as the boy hurried off. He was the first camper to talk to her in years, and she'd always hold a special place in her heart from him because of that.