This is just a test chapter. I will definitely need a beta for this. Let's see how it goes.

This is an idea I've had for a story for a LONG time, and just never got around to it.

Basically, what if Hestia had a son using parthenogenesis (look it up, it is a thing), but then took the maiden vow?

Seems logical enough.

Of course, we're talking Greek mythology here, so...

...

Yeah.

Just throwing this in here, this is set several years after the gods beat the Titans, but we're gonna say that it's before like, Hephaestus, Ares, Artemis, Apollo, and Dionysus existed yet. I could not find exact years.

I do not own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordan does.

I wish I did though.

It was late one night on Olympus. All the usual hustle and bustle of the nymphs and minor gods around the streets of Olympus had simmered down to nearly nothing, save for the few gods who's domains revolved around the nighttime. All the bronze braziers which were usually vibrant with massive plumes of fire licking around the edges were completely extinguished, with the occasional crackles of hot coals which remained. It would have been entirely dark if not for two things. One being Selene in her moon chariot, gracefully gliding across the night sky, illuminating everything underneath it. The other being the soft glow that was filling the throne room with dim orange light.

Inside, the hearth burned with a low flame. Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, was sitting on the edge of her very domain. She was holding a stick in one hand, absentmindedly prodding the coals to stir up sparks. In her other hand, she held a bundle of blankets. Within the cloth rested a sleeping baby boy who had an unruly mop of black hair on the top of his head.

"Oh, Perseus." She sighed, placing her stick on the floor beside her and wrapping both hands around the child. "My son, my beautiful baby boy."

She began slowly rocking him in her arms. "You are the most precious thing that has ever happened to me. Let us just pray that Zeus is reasonable tomorrow. He tends to get very dramatic."

She knew that no words that she was saying were decipherable by the child, seeing as he was only a few days old and asleep. She pursed her lips and sighed.

"I have always wanted a child." She said quietly. "One that will love me as I love them. One that I can care for like Mother Rhea wanted to care for us. One that I can sing lullabies to. One that I can protect, and raise, and cherish."

She then smirked and cooed into the babies ear. "If Zeus takes that away from me, you can count on him not being able to have children for a decade or so."

The sound was processed by the baby as he slowly stirred out of his comfortable sleep, revealing his stunning eyes. his irises contained a mixture of colors ranging from fiery orange to a vibrant crimson. His brightly colored eyes gained a wobbly focus on Hestia's face. she smiled as the baby reached up for something to grab onto. She took the tiny hand into her own, and the baby began to sleepily giggle before returning to his peaceful slumber. Hestia smiled blearily, finally realizing how tired she was. She slowly stood, grabbing her stick as she did.

"My little Perseus. I will protect you from harm, no matter what the cost. If my life is the toll, then so be it."

She slowly began making her way towards her palace, paying no attention to the many nighttime deities that stared at her hungrily. Being as exhausted as she was, she ignored the perverted glances that they all sent towards her.

She made it to the doors of her palace, which opened for her, recognizing that is was Hestia. She stepped inside and turned around, seeing the still ravenous gazes of the deities outside.

She grumbled two words, "Disgusting pigs." Before shutting the door gently as to not wake her sleeping son.

so one, I need a beta, and 2, I want some feedback, because I REALLY need some constructive criticism. If you can fill either or both of those slots, PLEASE, PLEASE do so. And yes, I know it's short, but I haven't even gotten started yet. Trust me.