The statue thing lost it’s humor eleven thousand years ago.
She came out of the statue to stand in front of him at her natural height. “Acheron…” the statue said, coming to life before him. As a war goddess, Athena could pack a punch as hefty as any man. But those looks were definitely deceiving. Raven haired and pale, Athena was as frail in appearance as she was striking. He moved to the center of the room so that he could look up at the artist’s rendition of the goddess Athena. And any time he was in Nashville, he made sure to stop in and visit. Even though it wasn’t exactly the way it’d been in ancient Greece, he’d always loved to come here. He should probably obey the rules, but why? It was one of the few benefits he had from being a god.Ĭasts of the original Elgin marbles stood at stations that lined the walls on both sides. Because of the lecture that was going to start in a few minutes in another part of the Parthenon, the statue area had been closed off. You’ll never see the moments coming that will forever mutilate your life– at least not until after they’ve mowed you down.Īcheron teleported himself into the main room where the statue of Athena stood, covered in gold.
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