The woman reminded me of the old Greek goddesses. She wore a golden toga that revealed her muscular arms and shapely legs rather finely. Her blonde hair fell down her shoulders in waves, while her green eye crackled with electricity. She seemed to stand on the clouds themselves, clutching a lightning-bolt-shaped spear in one hand.
“Who is that?” said one of the police officers in awe. “A goddess?”
I agreed with the police officer. While I didn’t believe in most gods, I had to admit that this woman could definitely pass for a goddess if she wanted to. She had everything she needed to pull it off: Unnaturally great beauty, radiating power most people only ever dreamed of, and a really good resting witch face that made you think twice about crossing her. She even looked like a goddess judg
