Chapter 10 - "Perfection" Athena

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Perfect is a word that shouldn't have a definition. Not that it is without meaning. Rather, it is a concept rationalized by those who could never hope to realize it. Mortals and deities alike are riddled with flaws. Nuances that mar their chances at attaining perfection but make them desirable in some humble sort of way. Having been raised the way she was, Athena struggles with the word, no the concept altogether.

So much of Athena's life was shaped by the idea that she was perfect. At first, she believed it, and earnestly so. What place did a child have to argue with the father who showered her with that kind of praise every day? So she grew tall, elegant, and beautiful just as he said she would. Perfection is so much more than looks. So she gained wisdom and intelligence far beyond her years. But perfection is so much more than what's in one's mind. It's at times an ideal and at others a benchmark; an impossibility for most, but something preordained for her.

 It's at times an ideal and at others a benchmark; an impossibility for most, but something preordained for her

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Athena is perfect. Was perfect. That notion like many others was thrown out the day she met the girl with the carefree smile. The girl who sat like a boy and ran while others walked. Crass when she wanted to be and kind when she needed be. A person who embodied victory in ways that far eclipsed anything Athena could aspire towards. Nike was a beautiful contradiction; flawed in her flawlessness. She fascinated Athena.

Athena was sure there wasn't another person in the world like Nike. To be perfect meant to be alone. But Athena didn't want her to be alone. So Athena stood by her side for as long as she could. Yet all she has are memories of her voice. Remnants that shan't ever hold a candle to the original.

"You don't have to try so hard to impress everyone. Just do your best. That way you're happy even if you end up losing in the end."

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Cracks, screeches and all matters of destructive noise snag Athena's attention. She turns and there's Throoth venting in a way that's unlike the svelte girl.

"How could I be so stupid?!"

The building before Throoth couldn't hold itself up and effortlessly crumbles around her outstretched fist. It took muscles Athena didn't even know she had to resist joining Throoth in the cathartic destruction.

 It took muscles Athena didn't even know she had to resist joining Throoth in the cathartic destruction

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