The golden skies above Herion shimmered as two divine figures hovered overhead, the wind howling with their descent. Themis, Lady of Divine Law and Order, soared beside Hestia, the Goddess of the Hearth, their presence calming the winds, their radiant divinity blanketing the city below in warm assurance.
Just hours earlier, Themis had been resting atop her marble spire in the Underworld, reading scrolls of mortal petitions and balancing the fates of the recently deceased.
Then came the urgent summons, Athena and Zeus, speaking together no less, informing her that Hestia had been attacked by the Giants, seemingly singled out for elimination.
A strange and dangerous escalation.
Without hesitation, Themis had departed.
Now, as they hovered above the capital of heroes, Herion, she was met with a serene smile from the ever-gentle Hestia.
"You're here, Aunt," Hestia said softly, her voice like a warm spring breeze, despite the bruises still fading from her body.
