It had been many months since Ares had met with Diana,
He had gauged her character. While she did indeed seem dedicated to the protection of the mortals, there was something else there beneath the surface. Her curiosity during their conversation was indeed a useful flaw one could have in their character, and it would be exploited. Ares glanced down at the small pouch, absently weighing the precious contents within. It was an eye of the God of Sleep known as Hypnos, a being that had passed from his physical form with some assistance from Ares thousands of years prior. He had kept the eyes of Hypnos since then, knowing that one day he would require them. It had been the God of War's intention to use both to imprison Zeus in an eternal slumber to more easily take his rightful place atop Olympus, but then Diana had appeared and plans changed, as they do.
"Your little Amazon has retired for the night brother." Eris stated as she stepped through a portal into the Aeropagus, the Goddess of Discord appearing quite satisfied with herself. "As she fought off the various waves of criminals I arranged for her, I crafted a connection between our souls as you instructed. The pact has been forged, though it is temporary. Once this scenario of yours ends, so too will our bond. She will be sure to guard against such things in the future." "This will be adequate." Ares nodded, summoning an exquisite bed before him and beckoning to his sister. "We must begin immediately." "Why not simply allow me to dominate her mind with the seeds of discourse? Somebody with that amount of power would be quite enjoyable to play with." Eris said, lying down on the bed. "The choice to join us must be hers, and hers alone." Ares stated with a frown. "Diana is a woman of conviction. Were we to simply manipulate her intentions, she would struggle against us every step of the way."
As Eris made herself comfortable, Ares took the eye of Hypnos from the pouch and held it between his hands. Closing his eyes, he began to mutter the ancient incantations, beginning to crush the eye as he did. Upon finishing the incantation, he spread the ichor and remains of the eye across Eris face, to her clear displeasure. With a final word, Ares tapped a single finger on Eris' forehead and the Goddess fell silent, lost in a deep slumber. Due to Eris' forged connection with Diana, the Amazon would be in a similar state, one where dreams would appear real and the dreamers were subject to the will of the dreamcaster, in this case being Ares. In his minds eye, he could see the darkness that came at first when one began to slumber, and he could feel both Eris' and Diana's minds working to create some form of subconscious scenario.
"Let us see how you deal one of the conflicts of old Diana." Ares smirked, closing his eyes and bringing the memories of the Trojan War to the forefront of his mind. "A real war."
Ares synced his memories of the conflict up with Eris, beginning to craft the scenario. Diana would find herself within the city of of Troy, near the gates as the citizens finalized their preparations for the arrival of the Greek Forces on their shores within hours. Helen, Queen of Sparta, had fallen in love with the Trojan Prince Paris at the whim of Aphrodite in an attempt for the Goddess of Love to win a contest forged by Eris. This had sparked outrage from the Spartan King, who had gone to his brother Agamemnon to declare war on Troy. Agamemnon, having already had designs for Troy, had agreed wholeheartedly. It had been quite a ridiculous sequence of events, but the bloodshed it had led to sustained Ares for almost a century thereafter.
Ares would assume the form of the Trojan Crown Prince Hektor, armed, armored and riding through the streets of Troy, overseeing the preparations. Dismounting his horse upon sighting Diana, Hektor would approach the female, looking upon her with confusion due to the state of Diana's attire.
"Ho there! You are dressed most strangely, my lady. Certainly, you are not one of my people, not a Trojan." Hektors borrowed voice flowed from Ares' disguised face, grittier than the God's and more heavily accented. "Do you hail from the mountainous regions nearby?"
The sun was blazing this day. Diana blinked, clearing away her vision to gaze upon the sprawling city before her. The heat drew out every fetid and sour scent that could pervade the air, dust rose from the thousands of stomping feet as pedestrians made way for the market. The noise was deafening. All in all, it reminded Diana of Paris...except, it most definitely was not Paris. Instead of automobiles, there were palanquins and cattle-drawn wagons. There were no street lights, there were no sidewalks. The buildings, though made of stone, were hewn roughly, and there were no panes of glass nor electric lights to be seen.
Diana was not in the modern world.
Magic. She knew instinctively magic had played a role in transporting her here. But, where was here?
Pedestrians veered away from the strange woman dressed in odd garb. She was wearing jeans and a leather jacket, swelteringly too hot for this place.
Diana carefully headed North, towards the center of the city. She understood the dialects she heard around her, ancient greek and what would one day be called Turkish. The poor spoke Turkish, the wealthy Greek. She was in the East, then. Perhaps a Hittite city, or perhaps even...
Troy. She knew it was Troy the moment Prince Hector appeared on horseback. She had seen his face drawn in her history books as a child.
How had she ended up this far back? And how close was the famous battle that would end this empire?
She paused and hailed the prince with the traditional raised fist before bringing it to her chest, forearm crossed over her heart. Were he familiar with the old stories, it would have marked her as an Amazon. "Hail, Prince Hector. I am Princess Diana of the Amazons." she answered smoothly. It would do no good to explain her strange clothes to him, nor her means of arrival.
Ares observed Diana's confusion with amusement, taking note of her particular salute. It was that of her people, some of whom had in fact taken place in the Trojan War under the guise of a savage clan of warrior women. He had battled several of them personally, impressed by the strength and skill of the women, but had not discovered their location of origin until many centuries thereafter. Even in the present day, he was not able to access their little island, barred by the enchantment of Zeus himself. But his time would come.
"The Amazons, you say?" Hektor said, eyes widening and eyebrows raising. Ares made a point of having the Trojan Prince give Diana another look over, displaying both confusion and wonder on his features. "I had assumed that your people would be far less.... covered." Hektor coughed to cover his own awkward statement before speaking once more, offering a respectful salute of his own. "Forgive me for my lack of respect, Princess Diana. We are preparing for a siege from the villain Agamemnon and all the powers of Greece. But... you must know this, yes? Have you come to offer your peoples strength to our cause?"
Ares wondered how Diana would respond. This was not exactly a conflict where a 'good' side could be chosen. The Trojans had indeed taken in Queen Helen, effectively stealing the wife of another man and igniting the tensions. But as a student of history, Diana would be aware that the God's themselves had a hand in Helens actions, effectively rendering the Trojans as little more than pawns.
The bizarre concersation continued. Diana felt her confusion deepen, as she continued to question the reality she had found herself in. Her people had indeed aided Prince Hector, championing the woman Helen and her right of choice, that, and they desired to stand against Ares and his fool, Agamemnon.
"I am..." Diana furrowed her brow. She could not alter history. That was not her right. All the same, she felt her thoughts blur as she sought out the reason why she could not... what had happened here? Her ears rang as she fought to access her memories, but they were slippier, fading quickly. "I am not sure why I am here." She admitted.
"Fear not!"Hektor stated, a smile on his face. "Come with me, my lady. Perhaps meeting with my father will sway you to our side!"
As the Trojan Prince led Diana towards the palace, the surroundings would change suddenly and starkly. The bustling streets of Troy would melt away, replaced instead by sand and large boats pulled up onto the shore, Armed men hurried from left to right, clearly preparing for a siege of some sort, and for a few moments, nobody seemed to pay Diana any mind at all. At least, not until a bulking man walked out from a war tent, his eyes growing hungry at the sight of her. Without hesitation, he hurried over to her, a beautiful and muscular man following closely behind.
"You there!"King Agamemnon greeted as he drew close, his eyes solely on Diana and his mouth stretched into a wide, hungry grin. "Are you one of the spoils won from our initial skirmish? Why are you wandering the camp alone?" "I don't think-" The beautiful man began, but was immediately interrupted, much to his obvious annoyance "Quiet Achilles!" Agamemnon snapped, stepping closer to Diana. "You will make for quite the ornament at tonight's feast!" "My King-" Achilles tried, but was once more silenced. "I will hear no excuses!" Agamemnon whirled on Achilles. "Prepare this wench and bring her to my tent in an hour. I wish to inspect her personally before the festivities."
Agamemnon bustled off and Achilles stared after him, fists clenching so tightly that his nails dug into his palms and he drew blood. After a few seconds, the greatest warrior the world had known turned his gaze on Diana and the two shared a moment of eye contact, something akin to sympathy flaring in the Myrmidons eyes.
"Come." Ares ordered, though his tone was much softer than Agamemnons. "That foolish old man will want you clean and... otherwise attired."
Diana felt a miasma of confusion cloud her thoughts as the world around her warped. She blinked away the haze to find herself amongst the familiar sounds of an army camp. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. The scent of sweat and mutton fat filled the air. "You there!"
She turned, reaching for her sword, invisible to the eye of mortals thanks to an enchantment of Hephastus' design. She froze at seeing Agemmemnon. Diana withheld her retort. "You cannot meddle with history." She reminded herself. No matter how good it would feel.
Diana felt a rush of awe upon recognizing Achilles. She had once had a school girl's crush on him, as would any young girl reading about his heroics. All the same, she would not be going with him. "I'm afraid I am not Agamemnon's to command." She said tartly, crossing her arms. Her bearing was entirely regal, it left no room for questions.