Ariadnê cackled watching as the men fled from the mere sight of Percy. Her brother was almost pouting from the fact that he had no one to fight against, but he wasn't one to look a gifted horse in the mouth.
The sound of running feet caught Ariadnê and Percy's attention. They turned to see a nymph—more precisely, a haliai sprinting across the battlefield. Prince Aisakos was chasing her and closing in fast. The twins scowled. Ariadnê jumped from atop the low ridge she had been sitting on just as Percy appeared directly behind the Prince and sliced a long cut across the prince's back.
The hailai gaped at the two of them as they glared down at the prince. "You know," Ariadnê started. "I really hate it when people don't understand the word 'no' or 'get lost' or 'fuck off'." The prince scowled, eyes tinted with fear and wariness. "We're especially not a fan of people that go after anyone from our Father's realm."
Percy stepped closer, a relaxed grip on his sword. "And more importantly, I'm not a fan of any prince from Ilion since it was your brother that kidnapped and raped my sister."
Ariadnê smiled and waved. "I'm the sister."
Percy growled low in his throat. "I'm not a fan of torture, far from it. I hate fighting, but—" He bared his teeth, "I am my Father's child." He whistled sharply and the land shook at their feet. Bulls with coats the color of seafoam emerged from the ground as if their Father had placed the animals there himself. They pinned their eyes on the Prince. Percy grimaced, taking a step away while the other two wrinkled their nose against the putrid smell. "You should start running now."
Prince Aisakos needed no other words, sprinting across the battlefield in the direction of the Argives! at that with the bulls following at his feet. They turned to the haliai at their side. "And you are," Ariadnê questioned.
"I am Kebrên's daughter Asteropê," she bowed to them. Ariadnê winced. "And the sister of Oinônê." Paris' first wife that he abandoned to kidnap her and Helénē. The woman had been distraught when she visited the kingdom for his funeral rites. "Yes," Asteropê said.
It was saddening now that the twins thought about it. Not too much since Paris did kidnap Ariadnê and rape her and still somehow at the end, think he was owed like a common prize. But Oinônê had laid her eyes on his body, eyes sad and pitiful as she told how she had always known that he was wholly in love with her, but she had also knew that there would be a moment that by his infatuation for a foreign woman, he would bring the horrors of war upon his kindred.
Over a chalice of kykeon, she told them of how she had originally foresaw that he would be wounded in the war, and that there would be none save her capable of curing him. He didn't like to hear when she foretold those and always stopped her, every time that she made mention of these matters.
She hadn't known what she would have done if he had tried to reach out to her. She was angry, rightfully so due to his abandonment of not only her, but of their son also. She had planned to send Korythos to help the army and possibly seek revenge on his Father, but she had decided against it at the last moment when news was heard of Ilion pushing the other back.
It had taken a lot to keep her from trying to unalive herself in the following days.
In the end, Oinônê found herself in the company of Hekábē regaling her with stories about Paris before he returned to the kingdom and tales of the now official Prince Korythos. Hektōr had immediately taken a shine to his nephew that he didn't have for his brother, so did the various people of the kingdom once news had spread that he was of marrying age. Ariadnê had been content to leave that for Hektōr since he was the one to openly show his favor by making the boy a part of Andromákhē and Skamandrios—Astyánax as he was nicknamed—guard duty.
