I had this urge to write a Cassandra one-shot.
Homer does not belong to me. One-shot about what happened to Cassandra in Apollo's Temple
Cassandra stood there, in Apollo's temple, in front of the statue. Her head was bowed, in reverence to the god. But in the temple, although she had not noticed, was something more alive than a statue.
Cassandra the god spoke I come to offer you a gift.
Cassandra, Princess of Troy, turned around. The god Apollo stood there, in full radiance. She was drawn to him, unconsciously.
Apollo smiled inwardly. This beautiful young woman was as easy as the others.
I give you the gift of Foresight, he drawled.
Cassandra stared. "F-Foresight?" she said incredulously, then her gaze immediately turned suspicious, "What must I give you in return?"
I would, yes, appreciate it if you gave yourself to me. He said it quite arrogantly. In his mind, no maiden could refuse him.
Cassandra's head snapped back and she backed away from the god. "No, revered Apollo. I will remain a maiden until my wedding night."
Cassandra, Cassandra. You are forsaking something wonderful. I am a god. You dare not refuse, he said confidently.
"No, Apollo, I do not want the gift of foresight if it means selling my body. I shall only remain Princess Cassandra of Troy, daughter of Priam and Hecube."
Apollo grew angry. You dare refuse! He said nothing, but disappeared.
Cassandra smiled wearily. She left the temple, feeling triumphant.
What she didn't know was that a curse followed in her wake.
She would be a prophetess, but no one would believe her.
So thus Apollo's gift was given, the gift that was a curse.
All because you refused me,
Cassandra, Princess of Troy.
Cassandra, Prophetess, madwoman, outcast.
Cassandra, fairest of all of Priam's daughters.
Cassandra, concubine of Agamemnon.
Cassandra, victim of Clytemnestra.
Cassandra, Cassandra, fair one.
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