Athena paced the luxurious living room, her mind consumed by the troubling loss of her connection to Medusa. The whereabouts of the Gorgon had formerly been a constant, a thin but noticeable thread that let Athena keep tabs on her erstwhile enemy.
That thread had now been cut off, and the goddess of wisdom was struggling with a sense of discomfort. Her sharp eyes scanned the room as though the solutions could appear before her as she ran her fingers over her dark curls.
Athena stopped, staring at the fireplace inside her condo. A painting of Medusa, once when she was still a beautiful priestess of hers, hung there among the other artefacts and books.
