Seeing
Summary: A ficlet about a certain prophetess of Troy. Please review!
I see grief, starvation, and sickness.
I see fire and war.
I see hell.
I see the ground shaken by pounding feet. I see the earth stained red with blood. All this I knew before it happened.
People ask me how I know. They mock my visions, but one day they will see that my words are true. Even my father doesn't believe me, and shuts me away in hope of subduing me. My mother turns from me in sadness that her only daughter is mad. My eldest brother looks on in stony silence.
Only one person has ever trusted me: my twin brother, Helenus.
He knows what's it like to see visions, to know what the future will bring. He has supported me, echoing my prophecies with his own. We both share the pain that comes with our blessing.
Ever since the prophecy was made by palace seers, and the baby was spirited away to die on the foot of Mount Ida, there has been an aura of gloom over the whole family. The whole family, that is, except me. I felt relieved, and a certain bit of shame that I can't explain.
But my fears were awakened once more, and nightmares were revisited when my father welcomed his long-lost son back home, who was supposed to die long ago. I know that he will be trouble for us. Just today, he has brought home a lover.
What is the problem with a lover, you ask? Well, it is trouble if it's a woman who calls herself Helen of Sparta.
I remember the first time I set eyes on her. Oh, a glorious beauty, no doubt. Long tresses of spun gold, pale complexion, dainty mouth, and eyes as blue as the sky. I could see why Paris fell, and is still falling, for her. But most of all I see the blood that will be shed to claim this woman.
For ten terrible years war will rage as the gods look on. Already the Greeks are on the march.
Nobody will listen to me. I am an outcast in a world of strangers. I am cursed by Apollo never to be believed.
I am Cassandra, daughter of King Priam and Hecuba of Troy.
I see grief, starvation, and sickness.
I see fire and war.
I see doom.
Summary: A ficlet about a certain prophetess of Troy. Please review!
I see grief, starvation, and sickness.
I see fire and war.
I see hell.
I see the ground shaken by pounding feet. I see the earth stained red with blood. All this I knew before it happened.
People ask me how I know. They mock my visions, but one day they will see that my words are true. Even my father doesn't believe me, and shuts me away in hope of subduing me. My mother turns from me in sadness that her only daughter is mad. My eldest brother looks on in stony silence.
Only one person has ever trusted me: my twin brother, Helenus.
He knows what's it like to see visions, to know what the future will bring. He has supported me, echoing my prophecies with his own. We both share the pain that comes with our blessing.
Ever since the prophecy was made by palace seers, and the baby was spirited away to die on the foot of Mount Ida, there has been an aura of gloom over the whole family. The whole family, that is, except me. I felt relieved, and a certain bit of shame that I can't explain.
But my fears were awakened once more, and nightmares were revisited when my father welcomed his long-lost son back home, who was supposed to die long ago. I know that he will be trouble for us. Just today, he has brought home a lover.
What is the problem with a lover, you ask? Well, it is trouble if it's a woman who calls herself Helen of Sparta.
I remember the first time I set eyes on her. Oh, a glorious beauty, no doubt. Long tresses of spun gold, pale complexion, dainty mouth, and eyes as blue as the sky. I could see why Paris fell, and is still falling, for her. But most of all I see the blood that will be shed to claim this woman.
For ten terrible years war will rage as the gods look on. Already the Greeks are on the march.
Nobody will listen to me. I am an outcast in a world of strangers. I am cursed by Apollo never to be believed.
I am Cassandra, daughter of King Priam and Hecuba of Troy.
I see grief, starvation, and sickness.
I see fire and war.
I see doom.