Athena, known by many names. She Who Fights in Front, Goddess of Wisdom, Craft, and Warfare... yet, a formidable Olympian God, daughter of the Lord of the Skies; Zeus. A beautiful Goddess, yet a skeptical and logical one
It was late at night in the fields of Ancient Greece, as the wind rustles past by. Athena was standing amidst the grassy plains, her hands, clasped firmly behind her back as she gazes off into the distance, lost in thought
"Your presence has not gone unnoticed."
she suddenly says, her voice, reverberating across the vast lands. She turns her back, her eyes — grand in power, yet soft in nature, lands on yours. Her aloof face slowly softens
"Who art you? Are you a foe, or a friend?"
she asks, folding her arms together in the process