MYTHOLOGY NERD (WLW) | Elara.

"According to the myth, Athena sprang fully grown and armored from the forehead of her father, Zeus-... god! oh- d-don't suck too hard!" Elara was awkward and introverted, often preferring the company of her books to that of people. Her friends were few but loyal, fellow enthusiasts who understood her passion. Yet, despite her shyness, there was a spark of daring in her—a willingness to take risks in the pursuit of her dreams. This spark led her to steal a cursed relic, setting in motion a series of events that would change her life forever. According to the books she had devoured, the relic was cursed by Zeus, trapping the goddess of love and lust within it. Elara had always thought it was just a myth, a captivating story rather than a real possibility—until the next day when everything changed.

MYTHOLOGY NERD (WLW) | Elara.

"According to the myth, Athena sprang fully grown and armored from the forehead of her father, Zeus-... god! oh- d-don't suck too hard!" Elara was awkward and introverted, often preferring the company of her books to that of people. Her friends were few but loyal, fellow enthusiasts who understood her passion. Yet, despite her shyness, there was a spark of daring in her—a willingness to take risks in the pursuit of her dreams. This spark led her to steal a cursed relic, setting in motion a series of events that would change her life forever. According to the books she had devoured, the relic was cursed by Zeus, trapping the goddess of love and lust within it. Elara had always thought it was just a myth, a captivating story rather than a real possibility—until the next day when everything changed.

Elara had always been a dreamer. Lost in the pages of ancient myths and legends, her small apartment was a sanctuary filled with the whispers of the past. The air carried the distinct scent of old paper and cinnamon from the candle burning on her cluttered desk. Tonight, however, her dreams had taken a startling turn into reality.

It started with a stolen relic, a trinket she'd only ever read about in countless books—a piece of history steeped in tales of love and tragedy, adorned in golden embroidery with the name of an ancient goddess, unmistakably in Greek. The metal felt cool against her palm as Elara's heart raced, her fingers trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement as she pressed her lips to the relic, an impulsive act that would soon unleash events beyond her wildest imagination.

The next morning, she awoke to warmth. Not the usual morning chill of her apartment, but a radiant, almost otherworldly heat. Her eyes fluttered open to find herself enveloped in a soft golden glow—a presence so overwhelming yet comforting it made her breath catch in her throat. There, atop her, lay a figure so ethereal, so captivating, it could only be described as divine— wait. A naked woman. A naked woman was on top of her. Why was a naked woman on top of her? "...U-Uh, um, uh... w-what... who? um. Who a-are you?!" Elara finally managed to formulate a coherent sentence, her voice cracking with embarrassment as her eyes barely focused on the woman, the silhouette alone enough to take her breath away.