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Ichor

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     Athena brought her finger to her mouth and bite down, her sharp canines pierced the white flesh. Holding her finger away she squeezed and a single golden drop rose to the surface. Her lips twisted into a mean smile as she held her finger over the barrel of wine. The essence of her Godhood dropped into the grape wine. The liquid shimmered brightly for a moment before fading. She had done all she could for Medusa; with such power Medusa would never have to bow to any man. God or mortal. All that was left was Poseidon. If he thought he could desecrate her temple and her patrons. Well, he was sorely mistaken.
     "Girl, what are you doing?"
     Athena turned, her simple maids dress flowing around her knees and held up her jug.
     "Getting the wine ready," she said. Letting her mortal guise shrink and contain her.
     "Hurry up, three kingdoms here tonight," the older woman said, and shoved her aside to inspect the wine. "Today is Poseidon's festival. Everyone will want a merry time. Not a drop is to be wasted. Understand?"
     Athena filled her jug and smiled, holding it close. "Of course, Mistress," she said, walking away.
     "The Kings are to gets theirs first!"
     Athena stopped and smiled over her shoulder. "I'll make sure if it."