Time was hard on her. She desired change, yet, everything was still the same as when she started. She thought that she could do something vast, something worthwhile.

 Was there anything she could do?

The democracy that she loved was abolished by the people because of the poor handling of the war. Athens had fallen to the Spartans in the Peloponnesian War. Usually, she did not care for the war as she believed it to be a useless but costly game. In this case, however, the future looked too gloomy to ignore.

The Peloponnesian War was nothing more than an opportunity for the external forces to invade. She did not understand the men’s game. The war did no favor for either the loser or the winner. What was so seductive about war? It was a costly war for her as she lost a companionship in Pericle the Younger. Before that, Athen had never been the same after the death of Pericle the Younger’s father, Pericle. She had prayed for Athena for many favors, yet, none was answered. Maybe she prayed for the wrong god after all. It was a devastating thought since Athena was the ideal model for most of her life. But she had to move on with her life and continued to fight her cause. A client of hers gave her the advice to have a vacation and relief the stress. She agreed with the idea and went on a vacation. The vacation’s destination was Thessaly. She did not know that this vacation was the last thing that she was able to enjoy in the mortal world. It was a ploy from the beginning, a ploy of assassination. The people that jealous of her success and beauty were still lurking behind the shadow. She was one of the most powerful and influential women of the era. Her fame was wide and far. And that same fame caught her in Thessaly.