Hey Chicas,

To everyone reading this new fanfiction: This is a new story that I've thought of from the Illiad and inspirational writers. The summary of the story: Basically the Trojan War in its final year, except there's Perseus. (Still a son of Poseidon and all that).

[DISCAIMER]: My story, not my character(s)

Without further ado, enjoy.

Chapter 1

Radical

3rd Person POV

"I took my love, I took it down,"

Olympus, 1260 BCE

"This is all your fault!", Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom yelled as she pushed herself off her throne on Olympus, rising to her feet. Her voice trembled with barely controlled rage as she glared furiously at the goddess that was seated before her. Long, loose tendrils of long black hair brushed against her back as she spoke.

"All. Your. Fault". She said as her index finger punctured the air with each word and her eyes were alight with a murderous grey fire.

In front of Athena, Aphrodite sat at ease, calmly on her throne, one leg crossed over the other. Her hair was curled in large beauty-queen ringlets that were swept over her thin shoulder. The color flickered rapidly, switching from blonde to auburn to a fiery red. The goddess of love raised a thin eyebrow as she regarded Athena with interest, testing her reaction.

"How so?" Aphrodite asked.

Athena's right eye twitched with fury."Are you kidding me?" It was you who promised Helen of Sparta to Paris. It was you who made him fall for him. This war was started because of your actions. She threw her arms wide with exasperation, sending her white robe flicking out around her.

Aphrodite's cool expression hardened at the Goddess's words, the corners of her mouth tightening. Anger flashed in her ever-changing eyes and her hands, which were clasped together in her lap, tightened as if she wanted to strike Athena with her accusations. The rest of the council stayed silent, watching the two bicker non-stop. "How was I to know that it would start a war?" Aphrodite asked tightly. "It was not as if I could predict these mortals' actions". She grumbled, rolling her eyes for effect.

"Well, we all know intelligence had never been your strong point," Athena countered, sneering viciously.

To Aphrodite's left, Ares, the God of War, let out a whistle at the blunt, tactless, insult. His eyes flickered repeatedly between the two goddesses, thoroughly entertained. The other immortal beings seated around the room watched on readily, expecting a fight to break out any moment.

Aphrodite stilled, her gaze turning dangerous as her eyes zeroed in on the goddess in front of her. She rose to her feet and walked forward with measured steps until she stood directly in front of Athena. Athena rose her chin defiantly as if daring Aphrodite to challenge her.

"I don't take kindly to an insult," Aphrodite stated coldly. Her eyes scanned Athena up and down, her lips curling into a look of disgust as if she were a rotting fish, not a goddess. "I find it funny that a Goddess of Wisdom and Strategy could not predict a war, let alone know how to end it."

Athena's face twisted into a look of murder. If Aphrodite weren't an immortal goddess, the Owl Head might have actually terrified her. But she was the Goddess of Love, and one glare wouldn't send her 6 feet under, much less make her laugh at her petty attempt of being intimidating.

Athena extended an open hand to the side. The air around her fingers sizzled, and with a crack, her legendary spear appeared in her grip, materializing out of thin air. Its metal glinted dangerously in the bright lighting.

Zeus sat in his throne, his hand supporting his head as he sighed, watching the Trojans clash against the Achaeans below. Aphrodite regarded the weapon vigilantly for a moment her gaze returned to Athena's face, which was pinched slightly. "Try to attack me and I will order you to skewer yourself," the Goddess warned, referring to her ability of charm speak. "Wouldn't that be amusing?"

Gripping her spear tightly, Athena moved her weapon until the tip was pointed at the base of the Goddess of Love's throat. "Just you try".

"Enough!" Zeus ordered. His powerful, commanding voice filled the throne room, shaking the ground, and hurting all ears listening. It conveyed the suffocating, unquestionable power that only the ruler of Olympus could hold.

The two goddesses flinched at the sudden noise, stilling instantly. Casting one final furious look at each other, they slowly broke apart and turned to face the throne room, where Zeus was seated. He glared down at them in annoyance. His black and grey hair was long, as was his beard. Even seated, every aspect of the god radiated power, from his broad strong body to his stormy eyes that have seen the beginning of time.

"We have bigger issues to deal with without the two of you fighting like children," He said. Zeus' eyes landed on Aphrodite. His face was hard and angry, causing her to tense. "It was your actions that led to this war". He concluded.

Aphrodite felt her anger instantly flare again. She struggled to keep it in check, purposely keeping her face blank. Unlike Athena, she would never dare challenge Zeus. He would easily throw her over the side of Mount Olympus without batting an eyelash. Beside her, Athena's lips twisted up into a self-righteous smirk. Aphrodite wanted nothing more than to wipe it off her smug face, quite brutally.

Unaware of Aphrodite's malicious thoughts towards the other goddess, Zeus continued talking. "If it weren't fore your careless promises of love, we wouldn't be in this predicament. This war has gone tiresome. It needs to come to an end, soon".

"But how?" Apollo said, speaking up for the first time. All heads in the room swiveled around to face the blonde-haired god. "It seems to be the million-drachma question, doesn't it? How do we actually end the battle of Troy? Our previous attempts have failed miserably, even with me guarding the walls," He sighed, earning glares from Poseidon and Athena, who supported the Greeks. Apollo sighed tiredly, nearly ten years of constant conflict were taking a toll on him. His once vibrant eyes were now a dull grey color and lines have started to appear from the corner of his eyes from stress, exhaustion, and the mourning for the loss of his children who participated in the war.

"And now Achilles has chosen to join the war," Poseidon stated gravely as he stared at the ground, clearly deep in thought. He pursed his lips and rubbed his hand over his unshaven jaw.

"With Achilles now helping the fight with the Myrmidons, there is no way in Hades that Agamemnon would withdraw his troops," Hera stated, voicing what the other gods already knew to be true. "The boy is what he plans to use to breach the walls of Troy."

"Let us not forget Perseus, a definite equal of Achilles, is supposedly greater than any warrior, unbeaten. Though I say he may be a threat, Perseus plus Achilles equals the end of the war". Demeter nodded.

"Then I personally vouch for Perseus's loyalty towards Olympus," Poseidon grumbled, directing it to Demeter and Zeus, who was now lost deep in thought.

All the gods lapsed into silence, the sounds of war below quietening, as Helios drove his sun chariot back to the brink of the world, darkness enveloped the lands of Troy. Each immortal were lost to their own thoughts.

Although her pride would never allow her to admit it, Aphrodite knew there was some truth behind the God's words when they said her actions led to the war. She kept her lips tightly shut though, because, like the other gods in the room, she had a hard time admitting her mistakes. Now, not only did she have the other gods on her back, but she also had to come up with a plan to end the war she supposedly started. It was even more embarrassing when she had to save her son Paris from Achilles' wrath as he went on a murderous kill streak earlier. Paris was just unlucky enough to stray into the devil's path. As if the Goddess of Love, didn't have enough at the moment with her having to worry about all of the Greek and Trojan widows who had lost their husbands during the war, and all other matters of the heart.

And now, this spear-wielding Greek warrior, Achilles, and his unbeatable comrade, Perseus, had decided to set for Troy. It was just what the Goddess needed: a hotshot who was destined to change the outcome of the war and some "Legendary Warrior". Aphrodite wished the bugger could just sail back to wherever he came from. (She meant Perseus). It would make her job a heck lot easier if Perseus stayed at home, found a woman, married her, and lived happily ever after without changing the course of the Trojan War. Hades, even Achilles too, she thought glumly. Instead, both meatheads had decided to go charging into battle, desperate for fame and glory.

Sighing, Aphrodite flashed into her palace in Olympus, dreading the days to come.

Little did she know that was not what Perseus had come for. He was here to become the "Radical" of the war, fundamentally changing the course of the war, and utterly destroying the Trojans for what they did to his family.

Flashback-Percy

The family of Perseus had once been a noble one. One that had been known all throughout Troy.

The family lived on the coast of Hellespont and were fairly rich. Perseus, at a young age, had been trained by great warriors of Troy, save Hector and Paris. His combat skills were elite and could match against even the harshest of opponents. None knew that his heritage was half god, except his mother, wishing him to live in ignorance and peace before monsters attacked. His foster father watched over the lands near Hellespont and worked with Priam to satisfy his needs of power.

Priam, the King of Troy had demanded they give the family's power over the lands around Hellespont to Troy, as they required easy access to place ships there, and flank the Greek ships when they arrived at the beaches of Troy. Of course, Perseus's family had calmly rejected him, but not before the Lord of the Land, his father had sent "rude remarks" towards Priam, angering him and using force as a choice to gain forceful support there. Perseus was 13 at the time, and knew sooner or later the Greeks would attack and Priam needed to gain the land around Hellespont.

But it was too late. By the time Priam had sent half his army to march into his father's land, the Greeks had arrived, and it was much too late to flank them. The Trojan War had begun, and as Perseus watched his parent's palace burn, he knew he wanted vengeance.

Looking forwards towards the shore, Perseus could make out distinct figures of the Greeks, boarding the shores of Troy. He had lost his family, his friends, his former life. All at 13. What more could he lose? He thought. Better to join the Greeks than to aid the ones that destroyed my life. The only thought running in his undeveloped brain was to get revenge on Priam and to end the line of their Royal family. Smiling to himself in pity, he walked towards the Greek encampments, wearing his tattered robes, and old, but golden armor.

As he walked, he thought about his old life. He knew he was a great fighter, not a warrior yet, but an expertise with a sword, and had bested many warriors when the family visited Troy for fun. He was also amazing with the shield and spear combo, as well as using a bow. Most of his weapons were gone, but he could probably get more if he was accepted into the ranks of the Greek Army.

He stopped in front of an old man, clearly a warrior, and in command, bowing in front of him.

"Come, young one, I bear you no ill will". A kind old man in shining gold armor said, stepping up and smiling down at him.

"May you tell us your name, young one, and state your purpose". He asked, probably wondering what a- by the looks of it- local boy wandering around.

"Now, Now, Nestor. You can't honestly be trusting this- Trojan child here already. What good would it do if he was a scout for them, an infiltrator?" A man with locks of dark hair and a beard spoke up.

"Idomeneus of Crete, let the boy speak. I bear no ill will towards him, and if he seeks something I shall do to the best of my ability". Nestor spoke, raising his voice slightly at the disapproval of Idomeneus.

Percy sighed. "My name is Perseus. My foster father ruled over the area of Hellespont recently until deceitful Priam of Troy had forcefully taken the land from my family, and slaughtered our people. I only seek vengeance now, and the point of the horizon means that soon, the Trojans will attack, but I do not wish to affiliate with them any longer. My wish is to join your army, and take revenge on those who wronged my family." He finished.

Loud, bustling talking broke out among the crowd watching the teenager, curious at his wish to join. Nestor smiled, he had a soft spot for children, and even if people such as Idomeneus disagreed, they didn't have the authority to defy his words.

Smiling tightly, he allowed the words to flow from his mouth after a moment of thinking. "Very well, repeat after me. I, Perseus, swear on the River Styx never to betray the Greeks, and fulfill my duties as the soldier I may be".

Clearing his throat, he took a breath and spoke. "I, Perseus, swear on the River Styx never to betray the Greeks, and fulfill my duties as the soldier I may be."

Thunder rumbled in the sky, illuminating the brightening sky, marking the oath permanent and unbreaking. Perseus was fully aware of what breaking the oath could lead to, and was not going to break it anytime soon. Nestor nodded towards two soldiers at his side, telling them to give Perseus the tour of the camp.

"Make haste, the Trojans may attack any time". And old Nestor was gone.

After two soldiers from the army had taken him to a tent, showed him the dining areas, natural waste area for the soldiers, and the armory, they brought him to a sizeable tent where he was acknowledged by a boy, no older than him - possibly a year younger, even.

Perseus smiled tightly as he shook hands with the golden-haired boy. "What's your name?" he asked kindly, looking slightly down into his blue eyes.

"Achilles."

"My name is Achilles, the son of Thetis."

End of Flashback

If only Achilles had been a hopeless romantic who valued love over the grandeur of war, Aphrodite thought dryly. Maybe he would have chosen to go home...

Wait!

The goddesses' head snapped up as the idea sparked in her mind.

What if Achilles were to fall in love with a girl, or at least become distracted? What if someone, some girl was able to change the soldier's main focus from the war to something else...something more romantic?

"I have a plan!" Aphrodite exclaimed, her loud voice shattering the thoughtful silence. All of the gods' eyes fell on her and she straightened her stance almost subconsciously, standing tall and proud. "So, it seems that Achilles is the key to the Greeks continuing the fight, as he is the one in the prophecy and all that. Well, what if Achilles were to withdraw from battle?."

Ares raised a dark eyebrow towards the goddess. "What on Earth would compel him to do that?" He asked.

"Love." Aphrodite simply stated.

The God of War barked out a small laugh, clearly believing Aphrodite's answer to be ludicrous. The flames in his eyes burned with amusement as he regarded her. "There is no way, that Achilles, the second greatest soldier would ever refuse to fight because of love". he said flippantly while emphasizing the "second" and "love". "Second, because many believed Perseus was the greatest, but nobody had seen him fight yet after ten years of war as he non-stop trained with Achilles. But it was "Love" that Ares disregarded, and how it could ruin even the greatest of soldiers.

"That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard since I found out a Son of Apollo died by accidentally shooting himself with his own arrow." He snickered, slapping his throne's armrest.

Apollo's eyes narrowed down as he regarded Ares, annoyed that his son's humiliating death was once again brought up in conversation. Would he ever live that down? Seeing as the gods were immortal, he decided maybe not.

Aphrodite's face hardened. As much as she liked Ares, he was sometimes downright rude at her suggestions. Her temper immediately flared as the War God instantly deemed her idea to be incredibly stupid and even laughable. LAUGHABLE?

"You seem to be overlooking the greatest weakness of them all, Ares," she said tightly. "Love can turn even the smartest man into a blubbering idiot." She turned to face Zeus who was stroking his chin with curiosity.

"Isn't it fitting that a war started because of love, ends because of it?"

"Lord Zeus, what if Agammemon stole Achilles' prize, Briseis? Wouldn't that make him seek revenge against him, and maybe Athena can tell Achilles to use words like a dagger, possibly to withdraw from the war as revenge." Aphrodite smiled evilly. The plan was coming together, and like it or not, Achilles was going down.

"I like it". Zeus simply said. "All in favor?" All hands were raised, and Zeus spoke once more.

"Hermes, send a dream to Agamemnon for him to capture Briseis. The rest of you..." He hesitated for a split second, his eyes stormy.

"Stay passive, and keep no contact with those mortals."

Silence reigned. Not a word was uttered.

"The council is dismissed". A clap of thunder later, and he and Hera were gone.

"Let the plan begin". Aphrodite murmured to herself. She could not wait.

~xXx~

Hey y'all, this is my first fanfic (third actually). Constructive reviews are welcome, and most of all, hope you enjoyed it!

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