Olympian Beginnings: Chapter 4

 Hestia 

"Hello, brother. Have you seen Metis lately?" I asked Zeus, passing him in the hall. I hadn't seen our Titaness ally in days, and with mother Rhea only able to visit weekly, and even then for only hours at a time, we were at a depressing loss for news.

"What? No. Why do you ask?" Zeus answered quickly.

I narrowed my eyes. "Is everything alright, brother?"

"Yes, everything's fine." he hurried ahead of me towards the throne room. I stepped in front of him. "Zeus," I said, forcing him to look into my eyes, "Do you know what happened to Metis?"

The unmistakable shadow of guilt crossed my youngest brother's face. "That is none of your business, Hestia." he walked past me and into the throne room, where the rest of our siblings were conversing. I followed. "I think it is! If she's-"

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little fugitives!"

All conversation stopped. I turned my head toward the voice, and saw a girl who looked about our age with black hair and luminescent green eyes wearing flowing white robes, with swirling black designs. A condescending smile was set on her face.

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