Tears of the Sun
Disclaimer: This not mine either…
Summary: The story of how a pretty little girl became a cursed priestess. How Troy fell as the screams of its daughters filled the night. How tears fell from the sun itself as Apollo watched his city burn from his golden chariot above. But this is not the story of Troy, nor of the god that favored it above all others. This is the story of Cassandra, the fallen princess of Troy.
A/N: Sounds stupid but it's pretty good. I promise. Told from Cassandra's POV. Please read. I'll write more Hector/Andromache soon, I swear.
Cassandra's POV:
Favorite of Apollo. The Prettiest Daughter of Troy, both names which once belonged to me. Uttered so many ages before now, I doubt even the Fates remember.
"Beautiful," some dared to call me. But that was very long ago.
Drift through time and this same girl is now called cursed.
"The Mad Princess," they whisper and shield their children as I pass by. The stories they tell of my so- called "madness" make outsiders wary and young ones afraid.
"She's the wretch who turned down Apollo," I hear a old merchant woman say and then point. Her listeners turn, accusation in their eyes.
She is right, I admit, but it is not the truth.
She and others like her weave stories as intricate as Arachne's web. If you listen closely, you can hear their flaws. In these stories, the truth is nowhere to be found.
Do you want to know a secret, friend?
They know nothing.
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short but it's just the introduction. Please leave reviews because since this is apparently the only Cassandra fic (that I could find) I don't know what I should improve on or if I should just kill it altogether. Thank you.
xox Timmy xox