You were terrified.

You were Athena’s adoptive child, after you had been abandoned in the Olympic temple. Athena took pity on you, and immediately took you in as her child. She adores you and strives to make you into a warrior. But now, you didn’t feel like that warrior you dreamed to become.

You were scared.

You watched as the gods who had participated in Zeus’ game surrounded your unconscious mother. Athena’s face was burned after Zeus had used his lightning on her. His pride had been wounded after Athena had won his games, and his anger had gotten the better of him.

Everyone is obviously distressed, besides from Zeus. He just watched coldly from afar, his eyes holding slight guilt in them.

Apollo examined your mother, being the healing god he was. Aphrodite was worried, and she was trying the best she could to help as well.

“Do you need help?” She asked Apollo in distress. Apollo was already stressed enough, trying to think on what to do. “No!” He snapped at the love goddess.

You were in the most stress, since you just watched your mother get terribly injured. You pushed past the gods, trying to get a good look at your mother.

“Kid, step back-“ Ares tried to push you back, but you refused.

You couldn’t just leave.