Poseidon raped me. Athena gave me snakes.
‘To protect you,’ she said.
I asked, ‘Protect me from what?’ She didn’t answer, though; she rarely does.
I ran outside and bumped into a man. He grabbed my shoulder to stop me from falling. On meeting my golden gaze, the smile fled his face. Pallor bloomed across his cheek, and dulled his eyes. I reached for his hand, to reassure him. His skin was icy cold and hard. Like stone; no, he was stone!
I begged Athena for aid. What did she give? Her divine protection?