Hestia, full of anger, headed towards Mount Olympus, fire in one hand, large sticks and rocks in the other. She climbed Mount Olympus and headed towards Zeus' palace.
"This should be mine!" She screamed. And she threw a large rock through a window. Then she threw the fire in.
"I hope your happy!" She screamed. She threw the sticks in and started walking down the mountain.
"Sir! The palace is on fire!" Someone screamed. Hestia smiled. She knew Zeus wouldn't die, and that wasn't what she wanted. No. This was just a warning.
It would get worse. There will be WAR.