Paris stood before the goddesses, Hera, Athena and Aphrodite, his eyes were closed and all he could hear was promises.
"Choose me and you will have wealth,"
"Choose me and you will be Power"
They all didn't appeal to him except for one;
"Choose me and you shall have to most beautiful woman on earth"
His eyes snapped open. Towering above him in their thrones sat the powerful goddesses, Aphrodite was smiling, she was by far the most perfect out of the three but he was wary of the other two. His lust for the ownership of the most beautiful woman on earth suffocated his reasoning. He chose Aphrodite as the most beautiful goddess.
"I grant you Helen of Sparta. She is a daughter of Zeus and the most beautiful creature to walk the Earth. She will be yours."
She waved her hand and Paris woke in the field where he had fallen under the light that had appeared.
Paris went to the palace in a daze, he had heard of Helen and her infamous beauty, he could not believe his luck, he, the youngest of all his many brothers would succeed in bringing home this beautiful bride! He made no hesitations as he prepared his ships to travel to Sparta. He didn't tell his father, King Priam where he was going. He was in a trance of love; Aphrodite was guiding him as he walked. All he could think about was Helen. He couldn't wait to meet his bride.
As he stepped out of Troy he heard a bloodcurdling scream. Cassandra. He heard her voice carry down to the ships
"DO NOT GO, YOU WILL BRING THE DOWNFALL OF TROY. DO NOT GET HELEN"
His soldiers looked up, concerned, Paris laughed.
"Let us depart, let us not here what that that witch has to curse upon us, To Sparta!"
His men laughed and the voyage was soon under way.
Cassandra stood alone at the battlements. Swaying in the wind. She smiled and said softly,
"That witch you call beautiful will bring the downfall of your beloved Troy, foolish man"
And she laughed. A chilling cackle of venomous mirth that trickled down into the city below.
Cassandra smiled.