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Big thanks to my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Gabel. I know she'll never read any of this, but I want to thank her for inspiring the love of reading in me, leading to all my stories. She laid the foundations for my very own Roman Empire, and I owe her. She'll never read anything of mine, and probably doesn't remember me. Take this moment to remember your teachers and silently thank them for making you who are today. Lots of love Mrs. Gabel. I miss you.


The story of Olympus is long, complicated, and spans across the multiverse. The gods themselves are just as complicated without the association of Olympus. They had villains and heroes, and nothing was black and white.

The gods were eternal, meant to outlast everything else, until the energy force contained within a crystal in the heart of the mountain tethering the realm in place died.

Many have tried to destroy this crystal, only to be destroyed by the gods. They were everlasting, and meant to stay that way.

But one found a way.

Rhea Xiphias. The firstborn daughter of Poseidon. She fell in love with a mortal fisherman on the docks of her father's kingdom of Atlantis. She discovered a way to sacrifice her immortality so she could spend her days with him.

She would go on to have her own story to tell, but this is not that story.

This is the story of Hestia, the first born daughter of Zeus, king of Olympia, and the first king to rule of the combined provinces and states in the realm of Olympus Graeca, and her only daughter.

Before the realm was united, Hestia travelled with her nephew, Asclepius, son of Apollo and god of healing, across the different states, training healers and preventing diseases from spreading.

After Rhea's death, Zeus took her throne and became the first king of the united realm. Hestia was able to relax in the capital, still able to train those who came, but content to guard the flames of the central hearth of the kingdom, which fueled the sun and warm seasons, making them all that more prosperous.

It was around this time that the realm of Asgard was created by Odin. He and his daughter, Hela, led for two thousand years in peace, until she went missing under mysterious conditions. Not long after, Odin married an Asgardian by the name of Frigg.

For a thousand years, the realms were in a wary peace, aware that thing could explode at any moment.

This is where our story starts.

Zeus took his family to Asgard to create an alliance between the two realms. Things went well, but Hestia was distracted the entire time.

A young guard, a mortal in the service of the Einherjar, tall, strong, sandy hair and deep brown eyes.

Hestia could barely keep her eyes off him. She found herself lying awake that night. She sat up and looked out the open window doors for the balcony, gossamer curtains floating gently in the cool breeze.

She slipped silently out from beneath the blankets, wrapping a shawl around her bare shoulders in an attempt to block out the cold breeze. A failed attempt, but an attempt was made nonetheless.

Hestia stared at the full moon and starry night sky, trying to clear her mind.

Again, she tried in vain, but she was eventually distracted by the rattling of the door as it creaked open.

She whipped around, ready to fight if need be, but stopped dead at who she saw.

The guard, carrying a pile a blankets with a set of keys on top.

Hestia stared at him in astonishment as he set the blankets down, turned around, and met her eyes, obviously surprised to see her up.

She stood there silently, dress flowing in the wind, meeting his eyes. Suddenly she found herself blushing beet red and looking down, clutching her arms around her stomach.

He cleared his throat, "If you're busy, or I'm interrupting anything, I can come back."

Hestia giggled stupidly, then said with alarm, "No…-no! Theres no need for that. You can stay! No need to go!"

He looked at her in confusion for a second, then shook his head, "All right… I 'm being sent out to provide extra blankets for you and your family and to close the windows. It's going to get very cold tonight, and we don't need the royal family of Olympus freezing to death in their sleep."

"Oh we're fine. Immortal and all that."

"It would still be uncomfortable."

"Ha ha, yeah. Hmm…. Right…"

She stared at him for a few seconds, before she shook her head, auburn hair swishing around her face, "I don't believe I ever caught your name?"

He bowed, "Magnus Dunbroch, at your service my lady."

She giggled as he straightened up and met her eyes, "I'm going to have to ask you to please return to bed so I can close the doors."

She smiled like a dope as she almost floated to the bed and sat on the side, watching him as her pulled the doors shut, locking them from the inside.

He turned, grabbed the softest blanket from the pile, walked extremely too close to her, and handed it to he, hands brushing each other as he leaned in and whispered huskily into her ear, "Bundle up. It's cold tonight."

He walked away, leaving Hestia a mess of a puddle of goop.

Picking up the blankets with one arm, keys shoved in his belt at a rather inappropriate place, he nodded to her and left.

She fell back to the bed, clutching the blanket to her chest and squealing.

Hestia slipped back beneath the sheets, blanket spread across her body, and she melted into a warm puddle of goo and fell fast asleep, dreaming of Magnus Dunbroch.