Hestia shook her head. "I am here because when all else fails, when all the other mighty gods have gone off to war, I am all that's left. Home. Hearth. I am the last Olympian

He told me he wouldn't hurt... Charlie. He lied to me.

Are you the cursed kid Nemesis mentioned?" Leo asked. "But you're a girl." "You're a girl," said the girl. "Excuse me?

He remembered his home now, and that gave him new determination to succeed. He was fighting for two camps now -- two families.

Don't die on me," she ordered. "You are not dying on me." "Yes, ma'am." He felt light-headed, but she was about the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her hair was smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arm, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.

Go Chase A Donut. -Percy Jackson.

"We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."