Athena's eyes fluttered open to the faint glow of daylight seeping past the curtains. The air was different now, refreshing but carrying an underlying scent of herbs and something faintly floral.
For a moment, her mind floated in the haze between walking and dreaming… until her gaze settled on the figures across the room.
Four women stood silently against the far wall. They were perfectly still, their hands clasped neatly before them, eyes fixed on her with focused attention. They didn't smile nor did they speak. They just… waited.
Athena's heart thudded hard in her chest. Are they here to drag me somewhere? To lock me up again?
As if sensing her panic, one of them… a woman with a smooth crown of silver hair and a calm, practiced expression… stepped forward. "We are here to take care of our Luna."
Athena frowned. "Luna? What's that supposed to mean?"
