I just couldn't do it. I couldn't allow him to steal my heart and take my body. But the gift was like a shoulder devil, whispering seductive secrets into my ear. He promised me the world, the gift of prophecy, but most of all, he promised me his heart. And like a coward, I never made known of my distress. I accepted the gift without guilt at first, because it would've been used to assist me in my calling. But little did I know that this 'gift ', was actually his way of courting me. I would've been made immortal, undying, and would've never had to lift a finger again. But he would've never remained faithful, he would've strayed from my bed. Because I was dishonest and cowardly, I indeed did have a memento from him...a curse. Something that would weigh heavily on my shoulders. Something so heavy, that it would make Atlas look like he's carrying a ting marble. My name is Cassandra and this is my story.