The remaining Castellanians that were in Ilion stood around the makeshift war table that they brought out into the courtyard not far from the gates.
"We need to get Hêrê away from the battlefield," Thalia declared in english as she looked towards the soldiers being attended by the healers and those that were being sneaked away to Castellan.
"How," Travis asked. With Hêrê and Athênê on the battlefield, the war would continue on. If they could get the Queen away, that'd leave Athênê who they could goad into fighting Apollôn; a fight that Zeus would no doubt interfere in as he would object to his favored children fighting against one another.
Ariadnê gazed into the distance, a small grimace on her face. "Leave that to me."
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In the middle of the night, Ariadnê slipped out of Ilion. With a few trinkets that Travis got for her from the Stolls' goodie bag, she was slipping through the shadows with an entirely different face. Her hair had lightened to a beautiful blond that fell down her back like a curtain, blue eyes turned bright violet. Her body shortened just a bit, taking her from 5'7 to 5' even, and her muscle transformed into an hourglass figure placing more emphasis on her curves.
She was sex on legs, wearing clothing found in Castellan giving her an exotic appeal as it clung to her figure. With her, she carried a statues of Hêrê and Zeus of a mortal height that they had not had the chance to place within the kingdom due to her abduction and she made her way to Plataia where she planted the statues in the middle of the kingdom where all would be able to see after she knocked out the guards.
She dressed them into wedding attire before settling in until the morning.
And when the morning came, she took another appearance, this time she had short, auburn hair with a pointed nose. She was slender in figure and of average height with her eyes a poisonous green.
As the people came into town, she darted between them, whispering of Zeus marrying Auguste, a foreign princess who would take her place as his eighth and final wife and become Queen of the Gods.
It took absolutely no time at all for the whispers to gain traction and when both Zeus and Hêrê descended onto the kingdom in fury, Ariadnê was already back in Castellan, enjoying a sparring session with Hektōr.
In Plataia, Hêrê ripped the dress away from the statue while Zeus stood at her side, brandishing his lightning bolts to destroy whomever attempted to deceive the gods in their name. They both paused at the sight of statues in their images, painted carefully in a mirage of colors that stared lovingly into their eyes. Engraved at the foot were their names and inscription that immortalized their love for as long as they deathless gods were to live.
Hêrê was pleased with the deceit as was Zeus, both in favor of ignoring the deception that brought them there and instead, taking the statues back with them to Olympos where Hêrê took her throne once more and ignored the war in favor of Husband and her Family.
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Achaeans were moving to the walls, their shields held up against their shoulders. Percy looked at them boredly from the walls of Ilion, casually blasting them away the closer they came. He, like the others, had most of their attention on Hektōr as he was chased around the kingdom by Ahkilles.
Percy was fit in better shape than any that was one of the deathless gods that came across them, but even he was feeling exhausted watching the impromptu race between the men.
Ariadnê was probably the only one not watching, leaning back in a chair while she enjoyed a nice tan. She was so unserious about this war since she already made up her mind to not lose it.
