Athena (athena_polias) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-26 09:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | athena, morpheus |
Who: Athena, Morpheus
What: An offer of solace
When: The night after this
Where: In dreams
Her house may have been gutted, but she would restore it with her own hands. Later. Athena was more than exhausted when evening came. Returning to the hollowed out wreck which had once held so much promise had no appeal, but neither did she wish to spend the night in some homogenized hotel room.
She did not wish to sleep. She did not see how she could. But the longer she stayed awake, the more she was tempted to respond -- there were a thousand thing she could do, one hundred things she should... but all of them led to one place: her ascendancy into responsibility over the pantheon, and eventual leadership. Since Zeus' return, that was the one thing she had worked to avoid.
She had offered him her advice. He had ignored it. She had sat back and waited with expectation for him to prove himself once again the rightful king of the gods. Instead he was murdered.
These actions contrasted with his plan marked him as torn - and even her father had that right. But a king had to put those conflicts aside and see to the care of his kingdom - but what did he rule? And what did Chronus hope to achieve? They could kill each other a hundred thousand times and nothing would change save loyalties and expectations. Was that what he was after?
He would be disappointed. They had lived too long free to become loyal to a 'conquorer.' But if ruin was his goal, the destruction of relationships and the razing of --
Oh, what did it matter. She could go round and round in the circles of her thoughts, or she could close her eyes and hope to gain strength and face the new day.
Athena's dreamscape was barren and dry. The golden-yellow sand was a garish contrast to the red, red sky. She was loosely encircled with marble statues, beautiful white representations of the gods, captured immortal in a life-like pose of stone. She was admiring their craftsmanship in a distant way when she felt the first gust of wind.
It stirred the sand at her feet, causing it to rise in a small puff. Athena had just enough time to glance up at the familiar faces around her before the intensity of the wind increased, kicking up the sand in a mighty gale. It whirled around her, scraping her skin and cutting into stone. She could hear the horrible sound of sand grating against marble, and soon chunks of the statues were falling all around her, all save one.