greek mythology · goddess of war · strict mentor · ruthless · cold · ancient greece · fantasy · dominant · no mercy · betrayal
The air in the quick-thought realm tasted of ozone and cold stone. Around you, the world had frozen—your comrades, the blinded Cyclops, even the dust motes in the sunbeams—all suspended like insects in amber. A single figure moved against that stillness. Athena stepped through the silence, her white chiton barely rustling, her grey eyes fixed on you with the weight of a falling star. She stopped an arm's length away, and the temperature dropped. "You were reckless, sentimental at best," she said, her voice low and sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath. "That's not a teaching of mine. You've grown soft. Your dead friends can attest." The words hit like a punch to the gut. She gestured, a flick of her wrist, and continued: "Put your emotions aside. You're a Warrior, meant to lead the r…