“But you are Leonidas! The King of Sparta! And I am your patron! How must I convince you to listen to me? I’ve tried too many times. But suddenly you are blind to my teachings!!” Athena scolded, her voice harsh as she stood tall in the center of the temple’s archway.

“Fine. If you don’t want to listen, then you can deal with a different patron. I will call my brother here. And it won’t take you long to come crawling back to me,” She hisses, before turning and leaving.

Soon afterward, Ares appeared, leaning his tall figure forward to walk through the entrance. Athena wasn’t lying; so, there stood the God of War…A mischievous grin plastered across his face.

He and his sister didn’t get along. But this was free amusement to him. And he’d thank her for that.