It was just over a week later when Athene returned to his asteroid, although this time he came alone.

It was something that had been on his mind since the night where he, Ida and Liryn had followed a call for 'assistance' to a warehouse and had ended up walking into a slaughter scene.

He made the trek up to the stone arches that overlooked the remains of what had once been a city.

Unlike the previous two visits, it had been shifting into late afternoon by the time he made it up to the trio of arches and looked down at a place which apparently once been Athene's capitol city.

Varϊsvaara his subconscious was quick to remind him. They called it Varϊsvaara. They being the two people, (merchants?), who had been speaking in the vision. A window cracked open on the past, allowing a brief glimpse of something before shutting all too quickly.

Varϊsvaara didn't appear to have any corresponding translation that he could see and he had checked . had tried looking it up. He had even tried googling it, trying across different google sites in the hope that he would get a hit. None of his searches had yielded any answers however and at last Athene had had to accept that Varϊsvaara, whatever it meant, was a name specific to Athene.

There were no visions this time, not even after he had pressed a hand quickly, furtively, against the stone of the first arch. No wagon rumbles, no conversation. As quickly as he had pressed his hand to the stone was as quickly as Athene had let it drop, feeling a little silly as he had turned to gaze down at the city.

If the conversation snippet that he had heard on his last visit was to believe then this had once not only been the capitol city, but also home to his past self. At least Athene mused to himself, he thought that was what they had meant by their mention of a 'The Athene'. He had found his thoughts drifting to what the mad white-haired Prince had told him and those who had also followed that 'assistance' call to the warehouse as he, along with his blond-haired brother presided over a pile of bodies, the smell of blood so strong that even now it was still gracing his nightmares.

"Why do you think we have all been born to earth? Think about why we would have all been born earth, gathered to Destiny City"

Those had been words that the cold-eyed blond Super had asked them, shortly before telling them that the bodies, the horrible pile of broken bodies that had once been people was not only a warning to Chaos, but also to those who like him were part of Order. Before telling them that the Dioskouri were declaring war on Earth. Athene hadn't known what the term Dioskouri had meant at the time, but a wiki search had come up with the word 'Dioskouroi' and directed him to a page about Castor and Pollux.

Prince Castor, it had taken that for Athene to make the connection, for Athene to remember where he knew Prince Castor from - although the Prince who had put on a training session to show newbies like himself how to dust youma and who had brought coffee and doughnuts had seemed far removed from the man who had smiled as he'd deliberately kicked at a corpse, stepping something that had caused bone to shatter - the noise unnaturally loud as he did so.

Athene shook his head in an attempt to shake away the memories. He hadn't come here to relive last week's scene at the warehouse.

Why did you come? However it was a question that he couldn't answer, having no reasons for why he had decided to just hop off to Athene as he had, but he did know one thing...

"As a senshi I have to do what feels right" was it himself he was speaking to or his asteroid. Who knew - mayhaps it was both. "And I will continue to do what feels right." Whether it was to himself, to his asteroid or to a mixture of both - it somehow felt right to be here - to be speaking the words like this.

The afternoon light was starting to fade however, a hint that mayhaps he should be heading back and so Athene summoned his senshi phone and selected the app that would taken him back to Destiny City.

I will continue to do what feels right - whatever the consequences.

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