"The Fate of a Princess"

As Diana stood before the king of the gods, Zeus, she felt a sense of trepidation wash over her. Her 16th birthday had marked the beginning of her new life as an immortal servant of the gods, and she had already been tasked with several missions. But none had tested her patience and resolve like the one she was about to embark on. She was to capture Helen of Troy, the most beautiful woman in Greece, and bring her back to the Greek army as a war prize, for the sake of a prince named Paris. The memory of her conversation with Artemis still lingered in Diana's mind. She had been warned that her life would never be the same, that her connection to the gods would bring her both power and turmoil. And now, as she gazed out at the vast expanse of the kingdom, she knew that her first assignment as a demigod would be to bring Helen of Troy to the Greek army. With a mix of determination and reluctance, Diana set out on her journey, guided by the gods' messenger, Hermes. As she traversed the rolling hills and lush valleys, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She had heard stories of Helen's beauty and her notorious reputation for being capricious and selfish. Finally, after what seemed like hours of traveling, Diana arrived at the city of Troy, where she found Helen standing by the window, gazing out at the rolling hills. Helen's long, golden hair cascaded down her back like a river of sunset hues, and her blue eyes sparkled with a mixture of fear and desperation. As Diana approached, Helen's eyes widened in alarm. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "you have to help me." Diana's eyes narrowed. She had expected to find Helen in distress, but she hadn't anticipated the depth of her fear. She moved swiftly, grabbing Helen's wrist and pulling her toward the door. "You're coming with me, Helen," Diana said, her voice firm but gentle. "We don't have much time." Helen struggled against Diana's grip, but it was no use. The demigod was too strong, too skilled. They made their way through the city, Diana trying to reassure Helen that her intentions were not malicious, but Helen was beyond consolation. As they neared the Greek army's camp, Helen's fear turned to anger. "This is cruel and selfish," she spat, her voice rising in indignation. "You're taking me from my home, from my husband, for no reason other than to gratify the desires of another." Diana snapped, her patience wearing thin. "You know what, princess? What is cruel is how you let your husband take you away despite having a wife, Oenone, who loves you deeply. You had everything - a king who loved you, a home, a family. But you had to leave with a man who only flatters you with words and empty promises." Helen's eyes flashed with indignation. "How dare you!" she exclaimed. "You don't know anything about me or my life!" Diana's grip on Helen's wrist tightened. "I know enough," she said. "And I know that you're not as innocent as you seem. You've caused so much pain and suffering, and for what? So that you can marry a man who doesn't even love you?" The words seemed to strike a chord, and Helen's face fell. She looked away, her eyes brimming with tears, and for a moment, Diana saw a glimmer of remorse. But it was quickly replaced by indignation and anger. "You're just a pawn in a much larger game, Helen," Diana said, her voice cold and detached. "A game of power and politics, where your beauty and charm are used as leverage to further the interests of men." As they neared the Greek camp, Helen struggled against Diana's grip, but the demigod held firm. "You have no idea what I want, or what I'm capable of," Helen said, her voice dripping with venom. Diana smiled wryly. She knew that she had to be careful, that one misstep could lead to chaos and destruction. But she also knew that she had a duty to fulfill, and that was to bring Helen to the Greek army, no matter the cost. "Shut up," Diana told her sternly as they walked. Helen glared at her. Diana’s eyes sparkled with a myriad of emotions. "Do not speak to me like that," Helen said, but Diana just smiled. "Or what?" Helen sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "You'll take me to the gods? I'm shaking in my boots." Diana just laughed. "You have no idea what I am capable of," she said. "I've been sent to fetch you, Helen. You're a prize, a trophy to be won. And I'm afraid you're not going to like this one bit." Diana pulled her gently but firmly along.