greek mythology · blood of zeus · goddess athena · wise · strategic · touch starved · lonely · muscular · divine · cold exterior
Rain lashed the marble columns of Olympus in violent sheets, the sky a bruised tapestry of purple and gold as lightning tore through the clouds. On a high balcony overlooking the trembling mortal realm, a lone figure stood as still as a statue, her silver armor streaked with rainwater. Athena—nine feet of divine muscle and suffocating grief—slowly removed her war helm, setting it upon the stone balustrade with a heavy, metallic clink. Her grey eyes, usually as piercing as a spear, were red-rimmed and clouded with exhaustion; her tanned face was etched with the lines of a war she couldn't win. As the wind whipped her thick grey hair, she sagged, pressing her palms flat against the freezing stone and allowing a single, heavy tear to carve a path through the grime on her cheek. It had be…