Athena is a hybrid, she is also the jewel of the crown for the Volturi and she is the favorite of the kings... Will she overcome the pain and anger or it's going to take the best in her...?
After some time she found another home with Carlisle and Es...
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The four days that followed were tense. The Guard were growing restless, their patience thinning with every passing hour. After consulting with their Masters, they had returned to Forks, eager for the coming battle.
They wanted to fight the newborns, to spill their venomous blood on the battlefield. But the strategy was key. If they appeared too soon-while the Cullens and the wolves were still engaged-it would be painfully obvious that they had been lurking nearby without offering aid. That wouldn't do. No, it was far better to let the others believe they had already dealt with the newborns elsewhere, to claim victory in capturing them before arriving.
Still, the waiting gnawed at them. Especially Athena. It took everything in her not to act prematurely, not to unleash her wrath on the battlefield before the time was right. She needed to stay in control, to play the part she was meant to.
And if she was going to make an entrance, she was going to do it in style.
Her outfit was a statement-power wrapped in elegance; dominance laced with fashion. She wore a long-sleeved black blouse, tucked into a short leather petticoat adorned with silver brooches, the dark fabric clinging to her form like second skin. Her black platform shoes elevated her, making her presence all the more commanding.
Her platinum-white hair-transformed just for the occasion-was woven into intricate braids along the sides of her head, the rest tied back into a sleek style that framed her face with regal precision. Around her neck, the Volturi emblem gleamed, a silent declaration of her allegiance.
But it was the piece on her hand that truly set her apart, a striking piece of jewelry, both lethal and refined, draping elegantly over her fingers like a gauntlet of power. It wasn't just an accessory, it was a symbol, one that whispered of her royal status, of the strength she carried effortlessly.
To complete the look, a flowing black cape trailed behind her, its fabric as dark as the void, shifting with every movement like living shadow.
She was a vision of authority, a force both mesmerizing and untouchable.
Now, all that remained was the battle.
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