Once again, Hestia de Aretuza was no where to be found. Rumors told a story of revenge and how the Emperor kept her captive, others said she was dead, turned to ashes and there were the optimistic ones, who believed she was hiding somewhere close to...
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Hestia's feet tread delicately on the ashes that covered the damp earth of the site. As much as her knees hurt and her real desire was to limp, Hestia didn't seem to mind the pain of her feet peeling and her fingertips almost frozen, she also didn't seem to mind the pain of her grated knees and the bruises in shades of purple, green and blue, which looked like the aurora borealis, covering various parts of her body. The cuts on her back from Letus' lashes were still lacerating, cuts of various sizes, depths, and severities, which made it difficult for Hestia to leave her back fully erect.
