I picked up pandora's jar. the spirit of hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container. "hestia," i said, "i give this to you as an offering." the goddess tilted her head. "i am the least of the gods. why would you trust me with this?" "you're the last olympian," i said. "and the most important." "and why is that, percy jackson?" "because hope survives best at the hearth," i said. "guard it for me, and i won't be tempted to give up again."
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I Picked Up Pandora's Jar. The Spirit
I picked up pandora's jar. the spirit of hope fluttered inside, trying to warm the cold container. "hestia," i said, "i give this to you as an offering." the goddess tilted her head. "i am the least of the gods. why would you trust me with this?" "you're the last olympian," i said. "and the most important." "and why is that, percy jackson?" "because hope survives best at the hearth," i said. "guard it for me, and i won't be tempted to give up again."
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