Inspired by the Greek myth of Cassandra an Apollo
Blink
I blink.
The whole universe and not a thing at all seem to flash before my eyes, everything and nothing, pictures and empty darkness, promises of the future and visions doomed for disbelief and horrible failure. Images dance in front of me—mocking me, tantalizing me. I scream and spit and wail, fiery words burning my tongue in inane attempts to escape the wretched confines of my mouth.
The people, the heroes, the mortals look upon me and sneer ridicules being flung towards me as they listen in disbelief to my prophecies—foretelling their doom, the end of the world, the end of the gods.
To them, I am Mad Cassandra, the Crazy Oracle, the one who cannot predict the future—because, surely, how could all of the terrible omens I predict come true? To them, I am nothing, I am insane, and I am a failure. To them, my prophecies mean nothing; the raving words of a lunatic cannot hurt them.
When I try to protest, when I try to show them that I'm just as sane as they are—the words come back, burning my tongue, searing my lips, turning every sentence I utter into a vehement screech.
I am Cassandra, the Mad Oracle, the once lovely girl cursed by Apollo. I am Cassandra, the one you can't believe, the one with the false prophecies.
I blink, and the visions come back, swirling before my eyes, foretelling horrible things to come. My lips part as I try to warn people, but they slam shut again as I realize that no-one will believe me.
I blink, and the apparitions dissolve momentarily, and a smile cracks across my features in the brief moment of peace. Then, with the fluttering of my cursed eyelids, they come rushing back, plaguing me, the Curse of Apollo driving me closer towards insanity.
A/N: Well, that was rather angsty, wasn't it?...and short...