PART I
A month earlier...
You dare insult me with this affair, under my nose?
And you...shameless lady...
I don't want to see your face ever again.
Get out!
Now!
Enyalios feels sorry for Aphrodite and follows her.
ENYALIOS:
Wait! You must go into hiding for your own safety.
Have your child somewhere far from my grandmother's reach.
Aphrodite leaves, grief-stricken.
But as she reaches a clearing, POSEIDON steps from the shadows, waiting.
PART II
Present day
Waves crash as the sun rises brightly. DIONE approaches POSEIDON.
POSEIDON:
To what do I owe the pleasure?
DIONE:
I've come to ask a favor…
I know we agreed that I would take my daughter with me
once you have her in your custody...but...
my plans have changed.
Please move her as far away from Olympus.
Somewhere Ares can’t reach her. Please...
Poseidon walks away and sits.
POSEIDON:
Take a seat.
Dione walks hesitantly and sits while Poseidon observes her every move.
POSEIDON:
So you want me to keep Aphrodite whom I have no use of....
(Stands up, bends forward to Dione, gestures darkly.)
And what do I gain? Huh?
DIONE (Arises and lifts her both arms):
Chaos! Power! A god at war is a god distracted!
POSEIDON:
And what of Ares?
DIONE:
I’ll see to him. He’ll suspect Enyalios. I’ll spread the whispers myself.
Dione casts a spell and a trident magically appears on her hand.
DIONE:
Here...Take this.
This is a powerful weapon forged by the cyclops.
Use it as a tool of power and dominion over the sea.
PART III
ARES trains fiercely with ENYALIOS, his son.
They spar with unrelenting force, blades clashing in the dust. 
Suddenly, a MESSENGER appears, breathless.
Both stop but remain in position.
MESSENGER:
My Lord Ares! (kneels)
ARES (Impatient):
Have you found her?
MESSENGER (head bent down):
Forgive me. my lord...
I've looked everywhere for her as you commanded… but...
she’s gone!
ARES (annoyed):
Gone? What do you mean—gone?
MESSENGER:
Taken by the sea. No trace remains.
But there are whispers… of betrayal.
Some say… Enyalios was seen speaking with someone. Before she vanished.
Ares turns and points his sword to Enyalios, eyes burning.
ARES:
You? Is this true?
ENYALIOS:
Father, I— I swear to you, I would never—
Ares did not believe his son and fury overtakes him.
In one blind, agonized moment, Enyalios falls, then Ares drives his sword into his son’s back.
Dione watches the scene unfold in her reflecting pool. A cruel smile curves her lips.
DIONE:
Let Hera mourn Enyalios and grieve with Ares… measure for measure.
