Prologue

"You have the power to destroy us, Percy," the goddess of the hearth said quietly as she looked him in the eye. He didn't avert his gaze but rather met her head on. Waiting for what she had to say.

"Yet you're a soldier- you always have been," Hestia continued. "You fight for those you want to protect. You win for your side and no one else's. You may believe you fight for the gods, but really you fight for you. For what you believe is right and for those who deserve your fight.

"You have a fire inside you that not many could match and that makes you dangerous. More so than that baby our family believes to be their doom... Follow your fire, my hero. Protect that child, even if it means going against everything you've fought for in the past. Even if it means going against the gods who would kill that child and its mother without batting an eye."

Percy glanced at a second story window of the Big House. The curtains were slightly moved and he could see that she was watching him. Waiting to see what he'd do. If he'd turn her over or not. If he'd lead her and her baby to their death or not. In a flash, black hair and green eyes were gone and the curtain swayed into the now empty space. He'd made his decision.

"I've always wanted to see if I could go against the Olympians," Percy chuckled quietly.

"They'll kill you if you get in their way," Hestia warned.

"It wouldn't be the first time someone's tried," Percy replied. After seven years of being with the gods, Percy had gone up against titans, giants, gods, Primordials, and monsters, all of whom wanted him out of the way to enact their 'destroy-the-world' plot. He'd defeated gods before; he could do it again.

"Good luck, my hero," she said. She leaned over and gave him a peck on his cheek. Warmth spread through his face and his left eye changed slightly. Now a small ring of fire rested around his pupil, moving clockwise while his green went the other direction.

And then she vanished, leaving Percy alone to breathe in the last he would of Camp Half-Blood. Probably for a long time.

If only he knew how true that would be.