It was August, when I finished my hike through the jagged mountains and rolling hills of Greece. My destination was a common one this time of year, so the roads were well worn and many people walked with me on my journey, for I was going to Athens to pray to the goddess Athena, for a good harvest and protection against any number of enemies. It was my first time going to Athens because my father, who normally took the trip, died last year of old age. Years and years of working the soil, till his bones couldn’t take it anymore is what finally did him in. He was a hard working, tough man but he was old and it was his time, and me and my brother had moved on and with his death I had inherited the annual trip of going to Athens to pray. I had also other intentions as well like buying a couple items in the city markets along the way (one said item is the metal needed for the nails holding the chair you're sitting in together). Along the path to the city is where I started here the rumors and mentions of massive temple built on the side of Athens in the acropolis. People told tales of beautiful carved columns and long marble stairs. And most intriguing of was the stories I heard about of a huge statue of Athena inside, made of gold and marble, that stood twenty men high! As I neared closer to my destination these stories crept into my imagination. I was transfixed about seeing such a site, a marvel of the modern world. When the end of the road came and the city of Athens rolled across the horizon, it dwarfed anything I had ever seen, and at the very top, standing above all the rest, was the Parthenon.