She checked her itinerary. Athens-Mykonos-Santorini….
This is perfect. In a twisted way, it felt like being home. Token home. Namesake. She smirked at all the adjectives her half-brother had used, before dropping her off.
Once she landed, she took straight to the sights. She walked around the Acropolis and the Parthenon, feeling a surge of nostalgia. She even caught herself bemusedly staring at the Statue of Athena Promachos. She muffled a laugh when confronted with the grandeur of the Temple of Olympian Zeus. This is the largest temple in Athens, she heard the guide inform a group of wide-eyed tourists. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
With a mischievous grin, she stepped into the Temple of Poseidon. She didn’t miss the slight roar of the seas around.
Next day, instead of being a tourist, she turned up as a tour guide. Addressing a small group of students studying Greek mythology, she said, “Hi, I am Athena.” She smiled at the chortles and giggles.
On A Polysyllabic Note... 