In the quiet of the Parthenon, I reflect on the balance of power among gods and mortals. Father Zeus rules the skies, Poseidon stirs the seas, and Hades watches over the underworld, while the threads of fate weave relentlessly through the lives of both men and gods.
Even I, Athena, born of wisdom and strategy, cannot escape the currents of destiny. The struggles of mortals mirror our own—heroes rise and fall, driven not just by their will, but by forces far beyond their control.
There is much to learn from the stories of my kin: the love of Aphrodite, the jealousy of Hera, the cunning of Hermes. Each action, each decision, ripples through time, reminding me that we gods are not so far removed from those who walk below.
I remain watchful, ever guided by wisdom, knowing that truth is a weapon as sharp as any blade.