The roar of the crowd outside of the palace was deafening, a sea of furious voices rising to the skies. The marble steps of the palace were littered with scraps of torn banners, rotten tomatoes, and shards of broken glass. The air reeked of sweat, dust, and something dark..rage.
Athena stood in the centre of all of it, her head still held high, but the rage in her eyes couldn’t hide the cracks forming in her facade of strength. Her elegant dress, once a symbol of the status she held, now clung to her body in already torn most parts, strained by the very people she once spoke for as a council member. Rotten vegetables splattered against her with wet thuds, the remains sliding down her pale skin, leaving only trails of disgrace.
“Traitor!” someone screamed angrily from the crowd.
“May you
