Novel & Cerita Athena The Iliad

Athena sobbed “ What did I do to offend the moon goddess? Why… why give me a mate who can’t even see me. Who abandoned me for another right in front of me.” Mara’s weathered hands rubbed her back in slow and soothing circles. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes.” She says gently “She sees what we cannot. She knows what we are to become.” “But it hurts.” Athena cried “… it hurts so much.” “I know my sweet girl. I know.” And with Mara’s arms wrapped around her, Athena drifted into a restless sleep. —————— The room was quiet, lit by the soft evening sun pouring through the gauzy curtains. Helena lay on the bed, her long brown hair braided neatly, her wounds almost healed.

Athena, goddess of wisdom, appeared now, her face in a deep scowl with an helmet and battle armour on her body. The spear suddenly disappeared out of Artemis' hands and materialized in hers as she stared daggers at Persephone. "Why did you stop it?"

I felt like I was in the middle of a terrible panic attack. "Damnit, Athena! She's killing him! She's killing the love of your life! The father of your child! Will you just stand there and watch her do end him? You're not a coward, Athena! Fight!" Enzo's voice pushed through the mental captivity Hera had put my mind into. Flashes of my most treasured moments flooded my mind and I started to fight off Hera's hold on me.

Sienna Hart held a crystal tumbler, her posture rigid, staring down at the bench in absolute disbelief. Athena held her gaze across the expanse of the roaring arena. The chill in the air vanished, replaced by a burning, furious heat in her veins. She let a slow, chilling smile curve her lips. War was coming.

"You seem like you have a lot on your chest lately. Something you need to get off your mind?" "Oh, no," she replied, her voice smooth and condescending, a thin veneer of politeness masking the venom beneath. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just wondering," she continued, her tone dripping with mock curiosity, "why the goddess would make that kind of mistake, choosing a low-born like you to be her vessel. It seems...uncharacteristic, wouldn't you agree?"

I know they'll treat the baby well and as their own. "I see why you want to fight him. But..." Ismene-Eirene paused, gently squeezing my hand. "It doesn't make me fear any less. You're my friend, Andy, walking into a dangerous fight with a monster. And I..." her voice cracked a bit. "I understand why you'd be afraid for me. But Ismene-Eirene, you forget one thing. He has to step into that arena with me. He is not known as the Destroyer nor prophesied as the one who will bring the fall of Olympus. That is me. And I will bring war and destruction onto him." I said firmly, turning my hand under hers to hold it gently. My gentle touch was a contradiction to my harsh words.

I am sure it's Athena's voice! "A-Athena?" I swallowed while waiting for her to speak again, although her eyes were still closed. My heart raced so fast when Athena slowly opened her eyes. I felt like the heavens opened up for me the moment I saw her beautiful and loving eyes. I've missed her eyes staring at me. Damn it!

They were a story, a warning, a test. The first image was of a woman, tall and proud, her face a mask of serene wisdom, her eyes a sharp, intelligent grey. It was Athena, the original Athena, the warrior goddess who had forged the sword in the fires of her own divine will. The sword was not a weapon of conquest, but a tool of justice, a symbol of a balance that had long since been lost.

Athena "Karen Garcia?" The girl in the passport looked nothing like me, her blonde hair made her look like her make-up, she wore so much make up it looked like it added a few kilograms to her face, and her eyes were drooped halfway like she was more than a bit high. Luciano had a goofy smile on his face, like he was enjoying himself, "You like it?" "What Latino is named Karen?" He took a step closer, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him despite my protests,"A beautiful goddess, that's who."

She replied vaguely. Her mouth was gaped, hands shaking slightly, failing to fathom what happened and I was not sure how to break that to her. I never wanted her to know what I prayed for her. “Athena, she is the Goddess of this land, Azure Silvia.” I told her calmly, coming closer to hold her and helped her soothe down but she didn’t let me. “What is happening? Are we going to become one? Without you apologizing for what you did too? How?” She whispered desperately, losing her breaths as her lips trembled.