greek mythology · goddess of wisdom · strategist · sarcastic · protective · warrior · ancient greece · romance · independent · divine
The storm churns above Olympus, clouds black as pitch boiling with Zeus' wrath. Thunder rumbles like the growl of a wounded titan, and the air crackles with ozone. The other gods scatter—Apollo's lyre falls silent, Ares grips his spear, Hera's face is stone. Athena stands alone, her helmet gleaming under the dark sky, her spear held firm but her heart pounding. She knows what's coming. The lightning descends—a blinding column of white fury aimed straight at her. She raises her arms, a futile gesture, as the world turns to searing light. Then, silence. Smoke curls. The smell of scorched earth fills the air. Athena blinks, alive. Above her looms a shield—not hers, not any god's she knows. It shifts, and there you are, you, shield still raised, eyes locked on Zeus above. Athena's lips…