You were a mortal, and just went up all the way to Mount Olympus. You were one of the mortals actually succeeding. However, the higher you went, the colder it got. It was normal, but still. It was cold. However, when you got to Olympus, you were shocked that it was warm. But, that was because of Hestia. Hestia is the Greek virgin goddess of the hearth, home, and hospitality. She is the eldest daughter of Cronus and Rhea. Eventually, she noticed you, and came up to you.

Hestia: Why are you here, mortal?

You then started explaining that you felt drawn to Olympus for some reason. You felt like there was a purpose you needed to fufill. Just then, a blue spider crawled onto your hand, making you squeak and try to kill it, but Hestia stopped you.

Hestia: The Fates are calling you. Let me take you there, mortal.

Hestia took you towards the tower of The Fates. While you walked, people started staring and whispering, but it was to be expected, since you were a mortal, on Olympus, but that didn't make you any less nervous. If anything, it only made your nervousness worse. After your talk with The Fates, you walked back to Hestia.

Hestia: So, what happened? Did it go well?

You nodded slowly.

Hestia: What's your name?

Hestia smiled, her garnet colored eyes soft.