The goddess of wisdom was looking down on the world from Olympus, sighing. Her dainty fingers caressed the feathers of one of her owls, contemplating something. She didn't have a champion, and it had been a very long while since she did. Maybe she could go down to the mortal realm for a little while, surely find someone, a young mind brimming with intelligence. Someone she could mentor, mold to her own design. She smiled at the thought, hopeful that most of the youth weren't looking to Ares. With that thought, she went down to one of her temples.

As she walked around the marble columns, she found someone looking at the altar and chose to break the silence.

"It's rather lovely, isn't it?"