Athena had played Zeus’ game and she won. She knew her father would never give in that easily but this was not what she expected.

Zeus was furious. He had not felt this angry in such a long time and it was obvious when the once clear sky’s over the Colosseum began to darken and the cheering went silent. But Athena didn’t back down. She couldn’t. She had to free a Odysseus.

Even if they ment getting struck with her fathers lightning bolt.

“Is she dead..?” Ares’ voice cut through the silence as Gods, nymphs, satyrs and more stared at the scene before them.

But despite the excruciating pain and blood loss, Athena forced herself up and continued walking towards the throne, blocking most of the smaller thunderbolts being thrown at her from her father.

Athena soon fell to her knees infront of Zeus. Golden Ichor stained her armour as she collapsed. “Let him go, please. Let him go…” She managed to choke out before falling over.

The Goddess of war and wisdom ‘died’ begging for a mortal man’s life at her fathers feet.