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<b>Hestia</b><br/>
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A warm, fragrant breeze tumbled through long, wavy locks of hazelnut, a smile spreading across Hestia's pale face. She was skipping along, a basket off flowers tucked into the nook of her elbow. She was in her way to visit Dio, her dearest friend in all of Olympus, and was weaving a flower crown for him as a gift. Humming quietly to herself, lost in concentration at the task on hand, she was confused to feel deep rumbling beneath her feet. She peeked over her basket, peeping down at her shoes and seeing pebbles scattered around from the shivering earth. Hestia felt a stir of discomfort, but when she brought her head up to gaze upon Olympus… She let out a fearful shriek, the basket falling from her arms and Dio's flowers scattering to the quickening winds.<br/>
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" DIO!!" Hestia screaming, hiking up her gown and rushing towards the crumpling towers as quickly as she could. Dodging crumbling stones and bits of columns, she fought her was up the path desperate to be with Dionysus. " DIO!!!" She cried out once more before being blinded by an enormous flash of light.<br/>
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When Hestia came to, she found herself in a city alleyway. A decrepit city… But a city none the less. She pulled her brown cardigan around herself tightly, nothing that she was uncharacteristically cold. No movement of her powers behind her skin, and another pit of discomfort settling in her stomach. No powers? No Dio…. She swallowed the lump in her throat, Dio always hated to see her cry. She had to stay strong and find him!<br/>
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She peeked around the corner of a building, spotting a bloodied form a few yards away. It was hunched over another bloodied form, eating the contents of its innards. Hestia felt herself pale, eyeing what she used to protect so diligently. Her little babies…. The humans…. She covered her mouth to hold back a painful sob, her heart breaking at what had become of her sweet little humans… Hestia quickly looked around for anything she could use to defend herself, eyeing a wooden baseball bat fallen behind a tipped over metal trash can.<br/>
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She took a deep breath and quietly tiptoed her way towards it, picking up the bat and accidentally bumping it into the side of the metal bin. A muffled tint of metal rustled the still air and Hestia froze immediately. She gripped the baseball bat white knuckled, hearing suddenly snarling and the sound of flesh darting across a paved street. She held her breath, her heart beat beginning to pick up as the creature shot around the corner at her. She let out a shrill scream and cracked the bat down across the creatures head, feeling sick to her stomach at the hollow thwamp it made. She bowed back and slammed her bat back down on the creature, smacking it back away from her before making on last sickening crunch across its skull, splattering blood all over her cardigan and pale yellow sundress.<br/>
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She began to tremble, tears welling up in her deep brown doe eyes. She felt panic setting in, her palms and knees begging to shiver as she slowly made her way to the other side of the building. It looked like an old artisan bakery… Quaint and cute, and sheltered away from cannibalistic, rabid human creature things…. She squeezed her petite from through a small window in the side of the building, feeling a bit offended when her hips caught a bit and held her back a moment. She scoffed and pushed herself through, holding her dress between her legs to give herself some modesty. She fell through the small opening and crashed into the wooden floor, hissing in pain. She shot up, rubbing her left arm and quickly shutting the window behind her. The door was barricaded, much to her relief… But no sign of anyone else.<br/>
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Hestia let out a gentle, shaky sigh and sat down on an old sack of flour. It wasn't long before she heard a few other snarling monsters scramble up, sniffing her out and circling around to find a way to her, stopping to munch on the broken body she had left them.<br/>
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The next morning, Hestia hadn't slept a wink, shivering in the corner with a few empty flour sacks to warm her. The sounds of those creatures fighting each other to the death, crunching on each other's bones and wailing out in pain… It was haunting. She was frozen in fear, having absolutely no idea what to do next.<br/>
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