Raising, My little sister??? (re-write)

After hearing Hestia's words, I was about to respond, but then I heard it—the unmistakable sound of something shifting within the acidic expanse of Cronus's stomach. It was a sound I had heard before. Another sibling, another child, was about to join us. A new life. A new soul to raise.

(Time Skip)

Time, for me and my two sisters, was a strange concept. Immortal as we were, it didn't hold the same significance. And considering where we were—trapped in the stomach of a Titan—time seemed even more irrelevant. The passage of years was distorted in this place. Though it was mostly speculation, I was ninety-four percent sure that time here didn't flow like it did outside. We were in a temporal vortex, and I had no idea what would happen when we finally left.

But honestly, time was the least of my concerns. Over the millennia I'd spent in this strange, acidic prison, I had experienced moments of joy with my sisters. Even some amusing ones, like the time Hestia, curious and fearless as ever, tried to touch the "water"—a.k.a. the stomach acid. That didn't go as planned. She learned her lesson the hard way. After that, she steered clear of the edge of our fleshy boat, a bit more cautious but still with that spark in her eyes.

Having Hestia to talk to was a relief. Her energy, her enthusiasm, even when she'd get herself into trouble, was a welcome distraction. She was a constant in my life, and there was something comforting about knowing she would always be there—just like Demeter.

Let me tell you about my younger sister, Demeter. No, not Hestia—Demeter. She's not as well known as her sisters in myth, but she's just as important to me. Demeter is in her early teens, with shoulder-length brown-black hair that catches the light in a way that makes it look like it's made of rich, dark earth. Her eyes are a vibrant green, like fresh spring leaves after a storm. She is the goddess of agriculture, the embodiment of growth and fertility, with dominion over the harvest, seasons, and many other minor divinities.

Where Hestia is full of energy, Demeter is a calming presence. She carries an aura of tranquility, like a steady river flowing beneath a forest canopy. Her strength is not in the way she commands attention, but in the quiet assurance she exudes. Like plant life, she is resilient, rooted deeply in the essence of life itself. Strong and full of vitality, yet always calm.

But there was something about us that had always fascinated me. A shared gift that the three of us had discovered over time—an ability we could alter our age and appearance. It was limited, of course. Probably because we were still inside Cronus's vast, digestive pit. But it was a strange kind of power, one we hadn't fully explored yet. Despite the limitations, the potential was there, and I knew we'd eventually learn to master it, just as we'd come to understand the other powers that flowed through our veins.

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(A/n Sorry for the short chapter.)

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