HERE'S WHAT THEY DON'T SAY...
Aphrodite raised herself up from the blood and dust on the ground. Her creation in tune with the nearby battle cries of a war she was unprepared for.
Soldiers stopped their onslaught long enough to marvel at the goddess who still had blood coating her neck and dust caked around her eyes. Glances acted as whispers, and rumors mixed in with praises floated through the hot air.
And finally, when the dust rose up again and the war resumed Aphrodite remained amongst the chaos with the elegance of Demeter but the spirit of Ares.
(THIS IS WHAT THEY DON'T SAY.)
(THIS IS WHAT THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW.)
(THIS IS WHAT THEY HAVE KEPT TO THEMSELVES FOR AS LONG AS THE EARTH ITSELF CAN REMEMBER.)
"(THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THIS TO LIGHT.)"