Seated on twelve unique thrones that formed a U-shape around the Council Hall, were seated the twelve most important gods and goddesses of Greece, called the Olympians. Everyone still believed that the Olympians still operated on Thessaly, the highest mountain in Greece, but that was far from the truth. Zeus; King of the Gods, Ruler of Olympus, God of the Sky, Heavens, and Lightning, watched over for centuries as mankind evolved from mere mortals to powerful beings with unimaginable abilities. Seeing this as a threat to his rule and all of Olympus, Zeus commissioned Athena and Hephaestus to come up with a brilliant plan to move Mount Olympus from Thessaly to random locations across the globe without mankind realizing. Zeus did all this out of intense fear that these powerful beings would overthrow him eventually and seek Mount Olympus for themselves. Mount Olympus has now moved from Thessaly, the United Kingdom, France, Israel, United States, and now back to Greece on Mount Othrys. Mount Othrys in Greek Mythology, served as the base for the Titans during the Titanomachy War, but Zeus had returned to the infamous mountain and turned the base of his old adversaries into his new domain in order to deceive mankind into believing they were still truly on Thessaly.
In the Council Hall, the Olympians met at times to discuss mortal affairs; such as when the Gods intervened in the battle between the Trojans and Greeks or the time when Bellerophone allowed his pride to get the better of him when he decided to ride the Pegasus to Mount Olympus. The interior walls of the Council Hall were completely made of Elysium Bronze, a one of a kind, special metal made by Hephaestus and the Hecatoncheires during the Cold War between the Norse Pantheon and Mount Olympus. The floor of the Council Hall was made out of marble, but this type of marble was unique as it had a golden texture to it and emitted a faint golden glow like it was touched by King Midas himself. On each side of the walls hung old-fashioned torches that burned Greek Fire, an actual weapon used by the Byzantine Empire and Constantinople. The thrones of each Olympian God that sat on the council were all beautifully unique and set apart from each other. Zeus' throne was literally fashioned out of Fulgurite, with a large engraving of a lightning bolt on the splat. Poseidon's throne was completely made out of coral and the second largest throne in the Council Room, only bested by his younger brother of course. The throne was decorated with pearls and ancient seashells that had different distinctive colors and patterns. Hera's throne was made out of ivory and covered with peacock feathers, which represented her sacred animal. Demeter used her god-like powers to create a throne intertwined with branches covered with all different types of flowers. Ares' throne was made of brass, but surrounding his throne laid the scattered bones of all his victims from different conflicts around the world. Apollo sat on a gold throne with prophetic inscriptions carved into the seat, the back support of the throne was shaped like a lyre combined with a golden sundisk with twenty-one rays shaped like arrows. Athena's throne was just made out of plain white marble, but on her right shoulder stood her new owl, Bubo. Aphrodite had a heart-shaped throne that radiated pink and red, clearly indicating that she was the Goddess of Love. Artemis sat on a throne covered in wolf fur with the head of a wolf replacing both knobs on the seat. Hephaestus crafted his own throne out of Elysium Bronze, but was also secretly crafted to also be a weapon. Hermes sat on a leather throne actually shaped like an ancient Greek sandal; the throne itself was appropriate due to the fact that Hermes was always on the move. Lastly, Hestia's throne was simply made out of wood as she was the Goddess of the Hearth, Home, and Family.
The Gods of Olympus had already gathered in the Council Room, each sitting on their unique thrones as they patiently waited for Zeus. The Council Room was so abnormally quiet that you can hear the cold winds of the heavens blow down the great hall, which was not normal as the Olympian Gods were always bickering. "Seeing as my brother does not truly take this matter seriously, I shall return to Atl-" Before Poseidon could complete his sentence, a sound of rolling thunder could be heard from outside, and in a flash a lightning bolt struck the front of Zeus' throne, revealing a tall, muscular man, with long white shoulder-length hair, and a trimmed white beard. "Forgive me for the delay, I was paying father a visit." Zeus said, staring down at his brother with authority in his white eyes, reminding him who was the Ruler of Olympus. Poseidon glanced at his brother, his face not fazed by the fact that his younger brother was attempting to flex his authority over him. "Go on Lord, Zeus." The Sea God mocked, gesturing for his younger brother to begin the meeting. Zeus grit his teeth and turned his head away from his older brother, now looking down at his family with his cloud-like eyes. "My brothers and sisters, I call upon you all to discuss a new threat that seeks to destroy everything we have wrought. The girl, Helena Troy, she is a plague that must be wiped from the face of the earth. We have tolerated her for far too long and now I ask for us to put aside our petty grievances once more and pour the wrath of Olympus on this abomination before she leads us to ruin. Now, how should we proceed with the destruction of this child?" Zeus asked as he finally took a seat on his throne, stroking his white beard as he waited for someone to speak up.
"Why should we even concern ourselves with the girl? She clearly believes she is only mortal and it'll stay that way if we reach out to our neighbors from the North."Poseidon spoke first, revealing that he did not want the girl to be harmed. "Who I think we should focus our attention on is the woman who gave birth to the girl." Poseidon turned his head to Athena with a scorn look on his face.
"Uncle, I am stunned by your stance over my daughter, I thank you, but keep our rivalry out of this for the sake of Olympus." Athena objected in a calm tone. For many eons, Athena and Poseidon have had a rivalry between them, but being the Goddess of Wisdom, she knew if she wanted to keep his support for her daughter, she had to choose her words carefully.
"Poseidon, I find it quite interesting that you oppose your brother in this matter. One could only assume that you might be trying to overthrow him." Hera pointed out, the corner of her lips curling into a large grin. Hera has been yearning for a conflict between Zeus and Poseidon; she was done mercilessly persecuting Zeus' mistresses and illegitimate children while Zeus faced no consequences for his unfaithfulness, so she plotted to turn the two most powerful Olympian Gods against one another simply for wanting to punish her husband.
"Watch your tongue, Hera! Do not dare question my loyalty!" Poseidon jerked from his throne and shouted at the Queen of Olympus furiously, gripping his trident tightly. The Sea God was so furious at the accusation hurled at him by Hera that he ignored Athena's response.
"Father, I do not believe the girl is a threat, I think you all should trust me and allow fate to take it's course. "Apollo quickly suggested before Hera or Zeus could reply to Poseidon's outburst. As the God of Prophecy and Foresight, Apollo had already seen the future of Helena Troy, but he was unable to tell his fellow Olympians due to the fact that the information could only be spoken through his Oracles who have been missing for quite awhile.
"You must be mad if you think we are just going to blindly trust you, Apollo. Are you aware that we might lose our only home or has your arrogance blinded you once more?" She said coldly. Hestia was usually gentle and a good-natured goddess, but that all seemed to change when Helena Troy was discovered to be a threat to all of Olympus.
"Must I remind you that I am also the God of Knowledge and Prophecy, Hestia? If anything, I have every right to be trusted by this family. Honestly, can we say the same about you? All you do is tend to a hearth all day." Apollo mocked with a cheesy smile on his face that lit up the entire room as if he was the sun itself.
"Apollo is right, father. Allow the girl to swear loyalty to me, so she can join me and my hunters." Artemis pleaded as she had grown to like this Helena Troy after personally watching over her in secret. The Hunters of Artemis were a group of maidens consisted of humans, demigods, and various female species led by the goddess Artemis. In order to join the pack of female hunters, maidens were required to swear loyalty to Artemis herself and to reject love for as long as they lived. The Hunters of Artemis had eternal youth just as long as they did not fall in battle or break their vows of rejecting men.
"Quite strange for you to agree with a man, Artemis. Tell me, have you ever been digested by your own father? I highly doubt it as I do not remember sharing a stomach with you. Why should any child of Zeus have any say in this matter anyway? Demeter boldly asked as she turned her head toward Zeus, reminding him of their childhood with a haunting expression on her face.
"Tell me, Demeter, have you ever had an arrow pierce through your mouth?" Artemis snapped, leaning from her throne to coldly stare at the Harvest Goddess.
"Why must we desire malice? Allow the girl to fall in love with a handsome man.....or woman." Aphrodite giggled while twirling her finger through her hair.
"She can be the death of us all, my sweet Aphrodite. If we become nothing then who will take care of my inventions?" Hephaestus asked, the fear of losing all his work plagued his mind. It was a surprise to everyone except Aphrodite to see Hephaestus support Zeus and those in favor of murdering Helena Troy as he was always treated like an outcast for his appearance. Athena was the most surprised, she truly believed she would of had the support of the Smith God due to his understanding of not being favored by their family, but clearly she was wrong.
"A typical response from a man that puts his faith in machines over human beings" She scowled, rolling her eyes at her husband who she really didn't love at all.
"Why don't you allow me to bring her to Olympus, father? Surely, we can settle this without having to harm an innocent girl." Hermes asked his father with sincerity in his voice. The messenger god was nothing like his divine family, he always had a greater understanding of mortals and demigods especially those who were punished by his family for no good reason.
The room suddenly erupted into chaos as the Olympian Gods began to argue with one another over the fate of Helena Troy. The Gods have been around for thousands of years and never before in their history have they been this divided over a situation. "SILENCE" Zeus howled as thunder roared in the background, his eyes sparkling with electricity. The whole entire room fell into a deep silence as the Ruler of Olympus flexed his authority once more. "I have heard enough from all of you." Zeus grumbled before resting his eyes on Ares, the tiny sparks of electricity in his cloud-like eyes slowly fading. "Why have you not said a word, Ares? This is unlike you." Zeus asked his son, leaning from his seat out of curiosity. Ares rose from his throne with a large grin on his face. This was the perfect opportunity for the War God to put his plan into motion. The God of War had purposely stood silent throughout the meeting as he knew all too well that his father would notice his unusual behavior and would call upon him, but also because he knew he would have never got his chance to speak if he had spoken earlier. "Father, I am...honored by the fact that you would seek my counsel in this desperate hour. I must say that it is a disappointment that our fellow Olympians cannot even come up with a solution to end this girl as that is what you requested from us," Ares explained as he strode across the marble floor, coming to a full stop at the center of the Council Hall. "All I heard was bickering and opinions instead of actual solutions, but I am here to tell you that I have the perfect solution to deal with this....blemish you call daughter, Athena."Ares mocked with that evil grin still on his face as he glanced over to Athena.
The Gray Eyed daughter of Zeus immediately rose from her throne at the insult hurled at her daughter by her disliked brother. "You will mind what you say, Ares! Let us not forget that I was the one who struck you down with a mighty rock during the Greek Battle." Athena growled furiously. The Goddess of Wisdom had grown tired of staying silent as her family plotted to murder her only daughter and she refused to allow that to happen even if she had to go against the wishes of her father. Ares clenched his hands tightly as he was reminded of the most embarrassing event in his life, gnashing his teeth out of anger at the memory of the God of War losing to his sister. "Oh, I surely will get my revenge when I bash your daughter's face in with that same rock." Ares roared back at his sister. "Careful brother, she might hurl a rock at-"Before Athena could finish her silence, Zeus intervened. "Enough from the both of you!" Zeus commanded before returning his attention to Ares "What is your solution, Ares?" The Sky God asked with a strong desire in his eyes. "I will not allow you all to decide the fate of my very own daughter! Must I remind you all that you bare children of your own? Children with Olympian and mortal blood!" Athena rose from her throne yet again in protest before Ares could explain his solution. "Father, I beseech you to not allow Ares to manipulate your emotions. He has always desired to overthrow your rule and wage as many wars as possible with nobody to oppose him. I raised Helena since birth, she is no threat to Olympus or Asgard. Please, do not do this." Athena begged her father with tears building up in her eyes. The Goddess of Wisdom was always intelligent, reasoned, and unemotional, but for the first time in her life, she was filled with emotion over the thought of losing her only child. "Forgive me my child, but we cannot tolerate this offspring of yours any longer. She is a danger to the future of Olympus and to all Pantheons around the world." Zeus explained, but this time with a deep sorrow as Athena was his most precious child and hurting her was a blow to his heart. "I want no more interruptions. You may continue, Ares." Zeus gestured his son to speak.
Ares took one last glance at Athena with a smug grin on his face before looking up at his father who sat at the vertex of the room alongside his wife. The God of War had only dreamed of one day hurting his sister and this was how he was going to do it. "Father, allow me to personally pour down my wrath on the girl. We have hurled many fierce creatures at this abomination and yet she somehow manages to slay every single one. Allow me to use my arena and finally put an end to your troubles." The God of War explained, hoping his father would accept his proposition. Ares knew that if he was successful with killing Helena Troy, he would finally get closer to his father which would bring him one step to fulfilling his goal in overthrowing him and watching humanity plunge itself into a conflict that would end Western Civilization. Zeus once again stroke his white beard as he thought about the consequences of allowing Ares to do whatever he pleased, but the threat of Helena Troy far outweighed the threat of Ares, at least that's what Zeus believed. "Very well, my son. Do not fail me." Zeus instructed, his eyes narrowed as to show the God of War that this was a serious manner and failure was not an option.
"Father, you are making a grave mista-"Athena attempted to interject again, but Zeus completely silenced her before she could complete her sentence. "ENOUGH, ATHENA!" Zeus loudly shouted, causing the room to shake as a loud clap of thunder came from above. "I grow tired of your insolence! You are the one that brought this upon us and now you must deal with the consequences of this mistake." Zeus lectured as he slammed his fist into his arm chair. "My child, you are lucky that my compassion for you outweighs my wrath as you would of faced a punishment far severe than Prometheus himself for your treachery. Do you even understand what you have done by conceiving a child with our counterparts in the North?! The destruction of us all! The end of deities as humanity knows it!" Zeus growled before taking a deep breath and exhaling. Athena held back her response despite wanting to counter her father, but she realized that her words will not save her daughter, she had to be wise in this situation. "Forgive me, father."Athena calmly said before shape-shifting into a white owl and flying out the Council Room alongside her owl companion, Bubo. Zeus yet again took a deep breath as he watched his daughter exit the meeting room, placing his palm over his forehead. "Leave at once, Ares." Zeus murmured. Ares nodded and took a bow before turning his back on his dysfunctional family with a large grin on his face. "Time to fetch me my contenders." He said to himself as he walked away and exited the Council Hall. Zeus only agreed to allow Ares to deal with Helena, but the God of War had a past score to settle with those who thwarted his plan way before the daughter of Athena was discovered.
Helena peered over the glistering lake that stood before her; the demigod's crystal blue eyes darting back and forth as she studied the swimming patterns of the variety of fishes. "Hey, little guys." She murmured before removing her Scandinavian modern day turn-boots, made completely out of leather, and slowly removing her ankle wrappings. Helena now stood at the edge of the lake with a blue tunic on, dark brown trousers made out of linen, and a wooden stick in her hand. The former princess had crafted a four pronged spear out of wood earlier as she made her way toward the lake; she was starving and needed to replenish before continuing onward with her journey. After studying the fishes, Helena took a step into the lake and could feel the fishes brush against her toned legs as they swam past. "Gotcha" She said to herself while twirling her spear with one hand before thrusting the sharp weapon downwards and impaling the fish with ease. The former princess smiled brightly as she brought the sharp wooden prongs of the spear a few inches from her face, examining the fish she had caught. She was ecstatic to find that she had captured a salmon fish which wasn't as exciting to the mortal world, but to her capturing the salmon fish was as precious as gold due to the fact that there were many tales behind the popular fish. The Irish believed that the salmon was associated with wisdom and according to their tale, an ordinary salmon ate nine hazelnuts that fell into the Well of Wisdom, giving the fish all the world's knowledge. There was another tale associated with the salmon fish that the demigod was quite familiar with "Loki the Salmon." According to the tale, the trickster-god Loki had murdered Baldur through a scheme which did not suit well with the other gods as Baldur was known to be the most beloved of all the Norse Gods. Always one step ahead, Loki fled and transformed himself into an actual salmon as he knew the gods would seek vengeance for their fallen brother.
After recalling all the tales associated with the salmon fish in her head, Helena pulled the fish out of her spear and walked out of the lake with trouble as the water was up to her thighs; she needed to hurry back to the cabin so she can continue her journey before nightfall. "I have not enjoyed fishing since......" She stopped herself from completing her sentence as the memories of her beloved home flashed through her mind. Helena took a deep breath before tossing her wooden spear aside and slung the salmon over her back. The demigod was longing to return home, but she knew very well that if she returned without the answers she sought, she would endanger all her people including her mother. "The faster I find him the sooner I can return home." She reminded herself, her voice filled with a deep sadness. Helena was told by Surtr to seek out a man who was called the wise one; he told her that this man had the answers to all her questions and that he was located somewhere in this land, but finding him so far seemed to be futile. The demigod did not understand how a simple man could have all the answers to her questions and she did not understand how a simple man could dwell in a place that was filled with undead warriors who seemed to have fallen in battle; there had to be more to this man than what the fire giant had led on. "Weel keek na further, lassie!" A mysterious voice shouted cheerfully. Helena jolted involuntarily as the voice had caught her by surprise, something she was not use to at all as she was taught from a young age that a warrior always prepared for the unexpected and always kept their guard up even in peace. "Not many could sneak up on me, stranger. Reveal yourself at once." She demanded as she surveyed the area carefully, clutching her fist tightly as she prepared for an unexpected attack. "Urr ye aye sae hostile? a'm doon 'ere, lassie." The voice blurted, but then realized at the last minute that he shouldn't of told her where he was until he explained that he was indeed an ally and the person she was looking for. "Mah heid is aboot tae become a soccor baw, curse th' weel."He mumbled nervously. Helena glanced downward as she followed the instruction of the mysterious voice, her eyes instantly widening at what laid before her. "Great Hera! You are, Mimir?!" She exclaimed at the sight of the beheaded wise man. Being the daughter of Athena, Helena had a strong love for knowledge and as a child she would find herself studying so many different Pantheons with Greek and Norse being her favorite, but she took a particular interest to the tales of Mimir which is how she was able to recognize him with no trouble, he was the only talking head she knew that resided in Scandinavia after all. There are two famous tales that tell the story of Mimir, but one tale seemed to be more credible according to ancient sources and the Prose Edda. Mimir was the brother of Bestla, a frost-giantess who bore Odin, Vili, and Ve. He was the keeper of the second sacred well of Yggdrasil, which was found by the root of the World Tree that rose in Jotunheim. During the Aesir-Vanir War, the two sides finally decided to establish a truce by exchanging hostages; the Vanir Gods exchanged Njord and his son Frey to the Aesir Gods, while the Aesir Gods gave Honir and Mimir to the Vanir. However, when Honir, now chief of the Vanir, attended to a meeting without Mimir, his advisor, Honir found himself not being able to make any decision. This made the Vanir suspicious of being cheated in the exchange, so they seized Mimir, beheaded him, and sent his decapitated head back to Asgard. Odin furious at what the Vanir had done, took the head of Mimir to Jotunheim and soaked it in the Well of Knowledge, reanimating the head of the man. Mimir now indebted to Odin, swore to counsel him and become his most trustworthy advisor for eternity.
"Th' yin 'n' ainlie, lassie!" Mimir beamed with satisfaction, relieved that she did not send his head crashing into a thick tree. Helena knelt down on one knee to get a closer look at the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. "It is truly an honor to be among your presence, but what brings you to a place like this? You should be counseling, The Raven King, should you not?" Helena asked with curiosity, her face perplexed. "Isnae it ah kent that awreedy? a'm 'ere tae answer a' yer questions. Thay dinnae ca' me th' smartest jimmy alive fur hee haw, ye ken." He proudly stated, raising his chin high. The demigod chuckled, she pictured Mimir having a body and puffing up his chest as he proudly declared that he was the smartest man alive, but she then caught on to what he had just said. "Wait, you are the wise one?! I knew the wise one was no ordinary man and I should of put the pieces together, but why would Surtr keep this truth from me?" She questioned with a serious tone. Mimir let out a deep sigh, he knew the truth on why the fire giant would deceive her, but for her own safety, he decided not to tell her about the prophecy. "S"urprisingly, ah dae nae hae th' answer tae that quaistion, bit whit does it maiter? a'm 'ere noo wi' th' answers ye sae desire." He proclaimed. Helena knew very well that Mimir was hiding something from her, she noticed he had wrinkled his nose and turned his eyes away from her, but she decided it was best for her not to get involved in something that had nothing to do with her. "What am I? And do I have the blessing of Odin?" She questioned, lifting his head from the ground and looking into his sunken eyes. One portion of Mimir's face was completely grey with some dark spots indicating that he once was decomposing and dead. The other half of his face was smooth like a newborn baby due to him being submerged in the Well of Knowledge. Mimir knew what he was doing was highly treasonous, but he couldn't just allow another innocent girl to suffer. "Ye hae made mukkers 'n' enemies in Asgard, Helena Troy. Yer a-" Before the Guardian of the Well could complete his sentence, three daggers whizzed passed his ear with precision as the demigod held his head. "Whit in th' nine realms wis that!?" He yelped. Helena was just as surprised as Mimir, she lowered his head from her face and placed him firmly on the ground, facing the area where the daggers were thrown. The former princess narrowed her eyes as she stared firmly at the mysterious man that stood a few feet away from their position, holding back every inch of anger that was mysteriously building up inside her. Helena wanted to charge at the man with superhuman speed, but strangely her mind kept nudging her to wait patiently before engaging him as if her brain was analyzing the stranger even though she wanted to explode. For some reason as well, the very presence of this man was stirring up all the anger she had stored away all these years to the point she wanted to grab the head of Mimir and squeeze him with her bare hands. The man was seven feet tall, donning ruby red armor that gave the appearance of being bathed in blood, a black polished Corinthian helmet with a red horsehair plume, plate pauldron's engraved with the head of wild boars on both shoulders, a muscle cuirass with the skull of a vulture engraved in the middle of the chest, greaves, leather bracers, and a black pteruges.
"Well, Well, What do we have here? The barbarian head conspiring with the bastard child." The man sneered, opening his arms as he slowly strode toward them. Mimir gulped as he immediately realized who they were dealing with and if he was here then all was lost for the girl. "God o' war o' Greece....Yer nae permitted tae step foot in thae sacred lands according tae th' convention o'- Ares raised his hand, preventing Mimir from completing his sentence. "Are you really going to lecture me at a time like this, head? Tell me, does the All.....Father, know you are here with the girl? Hm, I highly doubt it. In fact, I did not see you or that witch at the meeting between our Pantheons. It truly would be a shame to tell your King that you have endangered us all by conspiring against him." Ares babbled with a large grin across his face as he slowly continued to stride toward them. Helena stood stunned, she was standing before Ares, the God of War; she just couldn't believe one of the Twelve Olympians, she worshiped was a few feet away from her. "Ah jalouse th' stories aboot yer true then, ye pure dinnae think, dae ye? dae ye pure think ye kin threaten th' smarest jimmy alive? ah ken everyhing, warmonger. Ah hae cum stain that ye wish tae overthrow yer gey ain faither whilk is none o' mah business, bit if ah wur ye, ah wid shove they threats up yer-" Helena lightly tapped Mimir with the tip of her shoes, silencing him. In all reality, the demigod wanted to stomp on the head of the Knowledge God with all her strength, but being a demigod and trained from a young age to use her anger wisely, she was able to resist the burning temptation. "Lord...Ares." She said as calmly as possible, bowing down to the War God as she held back the raging storm brewing inside of her. Despite Ares being heavily disliked by both mortals and the gods, it was still proper to show respect to a god even one as vile as the God of War.
"You truly are a wise one, girl. I thank you for putting that barbaric head in his place as I was about to feed him to my vultures, Asgardian or not." He threatened, still with that vile smirk as he finally reached the demigod who only was six feet tall compared to him. "It is truly an honor to stand before you, Lord Ares, and I mean no disrespect when I say there is no need for threats or violence. Mimir was just aiding me in my quest for the answers that I desperately seek." She firmly said without any fear, gritting her teeth as she held back the desire to uppercut the God. "You feel that, don't you? The rage coursing through your body? I know that look. You see, I was born with the ability to control the very emotions that lead to war. Why do you think there has been countless rumors of war in this age? The tensions with China over the Pacific, Russia and NATO, Iran and Saudi Arabia, The Kurdistan Independence War, North Korea and the United States, China and India, and the list goes on. I enjoy whispering in the ears of these mortals and watching them slaughter each other like pigs, but you see my father and your-Athena has forbid me from fully allowing humanity to plunge itself into a conflict that would end civilization itself, but that is all going to change now that you are here." Ares lectured, placing his hand on her shoulder. The God of War cared very little in what his dysfunctional family believed about the girl, he was all in this for his purpose and he was going to see it through. Helena gently shrugged his hand off her shoulder, her face now as stern as ever. "I refuse to help you in your wretched quest for bloodshed, and I am only mortal as you would call it. Why are you really here, God of War? Is it to give me the answers that I desire? Has Olympus finally answered my prayers?" She asked with a sign of irritation as the God of War seemed to be obstructing her from gaining the answers she so deserved. "What happened to the girl that knew her place when speaking to a God? I guess my god-like abilities really did induce you, haha. You see, I don't take no for an answer, you mutt. So you have a choice here, you can either come willingly or by the force, I love force by the way." Ares said with firm persistence as he turned his back on her to open a flaming portal.
Using this opportunity to attack, Helena used her superhuman speed to quickly perform a German suplex on the God of War which caught him by surprise. The demigod crossed her arms around his armored chest, holding him as tight as possible before lifting him up and falling backwards, causing the War God to land on his neck and his helmet to fly off. If Ares was not a god, this would of resulted in his death due to her superhuman strength and his head being snapped like a twig. Helena stood completely in shock, she just suplexed the God of War which should of been an impossible task for someone who was just a mortal. "Holy, Well. He sure deserved that! bade concentratit, lassie." Mimir cheerfully advised as if he was the Greek mentor, Chiron. Ares pulled himself up from the ground and turned to face the young demigod who still was frozen from the feat she had just pulled off. "I underestimated her." Ares murmured with embarrassment at what just happened. The demigod still was wrapping her head around everything, she could hear Mimir shouting her name to get her attention, but she wouldn't budge.
"Helena! keep edgy!" Mimir shouted as loud as ever, snapping the demigod out of her trance, but it was too late, Ares now stood before the former princess and opened his mouth, releasing a menacing roar that sent the demigod crashing through multiple trees before she could even react with her bracers. The roar was so loud and powerful that it was described by Mimir to be as loud as artillery guns firing in sequence. Helena now laid unconscious, pieces of trees and tree trunks laid scattered around her and on top of her. "Ye brainless buffon! if ainlie, ah hud mah body again, is she deid!?" Mimir asked loudly with a sense of guilt as he should of allowed Freya to come with him. Ares simply walked passed the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, pushing the broken down trees with ease that stood in his way from achieving his prize. "She survived the blast, you headless savage." Ares sneered, finally reaching the unconscious body. "Howfur in th' name o' odin dae ye ken that?" Mimir asked, feeling relieved that she might be alive. "For the smartest man alive, you sure don't seem to know the obvious. The mutt could of took my power without going unconscious if she wasn't holding herself back mentally. She truly believes she is mortal which has caused her to block out her god-like potential. Why am I even explaining this to a savage like you?" He asked with a dry tone, removing a huge tree trunk that laid on top of the demigod. Mimir would of told Zeus that Ares was plotting to overthrow him, but it was too risky as Ares now knew that he was trying to help the girl and surely he had a plan in motion that would inform Odin of the betrayal. Ares picked up the seemingly lifeless body of the demigod, slinging her body over his broad shoulders and making his way toward Mimir before stopping to face the talking head one last time. "If you ever threaten me again, I'll be sure to send you back to Odin with both of your eyes missing, I don't care how important you are." Ares threatened, his eye sockets burning with flames as if they were ancient torches before opening up a flaming portal and disappearing into it.
Helena grunted as she awoke to the sun beaming down her crystal blue eyes from a small cell window; she could hear the sounds of laughter, warrior chants, suffering, and the pleasures of the flesh from a distance, her head pounding as if she was pummeled to the ground by Hercules himself. "Where......Am.....I?" She murmured in pain as she surveyed the dungeon room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were made of a special bronze materiel that emitted a golden light as if the materiel was crafted by a divine being. Helena stared at the wall with disgust, she could see the metal was stained with dry blood and feces, but the worst part was that the air was also contaminated with the smell of both animal feces, human feces, death, and urine. The demigod did attempt to punch a hole through the metal, but it only absorbed the physical force of her punch and sent her hand jerking back; clearly indicating that the metal material was clearly foreign to the mortal world. The former princess glanced up at the metal ceiling, she could hear due to her superhuman senses; the screams of an excited crowd, metal clashing together, and the roars of familiar mystical creatures. Helena quickly figured out she was underneath a battle arena clearly inspired by the Roman Colosseum and that she would have to fight to the death, but what puzzled her was the fact that Ares needed her help in order to bring about his plan, and she didn't understand how her death would help him achieve that if she was just a mortal. Helena took a deep breath before turning around and noticing a bunch of pipe frame bunk beds pressed up against the walls that made up the dungeon room, but what was strange about these beds is the fact that they weren't there when she gained consciousness. The former princess tilted her head to the side as she noticed everything she needed for battle laid on one particular bunk bed, with a large grin forming in her face, Helena approached the bunk bed and began to observe the armor and weapons as she waited for whatever the fates had in store for her.