Author's Note: Drabbles of what could have been and what might have been during the Trojan War
Apollo clenched and unclenched his fists as he saw the battle that broke through the outer walls of Troy. It was the very same wall that held the injured soldiers during the war. It was in that same instance that Cassandra his priestess and former love stayed to tend to the wounded. On that day, he stared intently at the fight. And even though he denied having any more feelings for Cassandra, he was still worried for her.
At the moment when the Greeks came inside the wall, they soon killed the surviving soldiers and dragged away the women and children to become slaves. When Cassandra was almost captured, there came lord Aeneas come to save the remaining few. His troops battled with the enemy and pushed them back just enough to take the others and flee to the inner wall. When almost all of the people were inside, Aeneas called the others to pull back. But an enemy pointed an arrow at him. No one saw until it was too late. When he was about to be hit, Cassandra pushed him away that made the arrow hit her before Aeneas could even comprehend what happened.
An injured princess was soon raised out of battle as the fight ensued. Angered by the Greeks audacity and the enlivened by the princess' heroism, the soldiers pushed forward and drove the enemies back out of the wall. The battle might have been won but the princess was hurt.
Apollo soon came to find the princess disguised as a priest of Apollo. He went inside the palace but no one was allowed to see her. There were several servant girls often coming in and out of the princess' chamber. They gasped before muttering that the princess lost too much blood.
Apollo wanted to see her but he hesitated then decided to go back to Olympus instead. Not wishing to see her in her frail form but before he left he heard, the princess even though it was the faintest of whispers. It was clear as a bell. "Please let me die…"
But even in her gravest of request, he would not grant it. Quickly he came inside her chambers to look upon her. Blood covered the cloth that bound her wounded body. It was drenched with it. Sweat covered her face as she murmured in sleep. No one was in the room.
He placed his hand on her forehead to brush away her hair. Even in her state, she was beautiful in his eyes. Such a frail girl caught in the middle of a war. He lightly grazed her face with his hand. Gently he placed his hand on her wound to cure her when a hand restrained him. Apollo looked at Cassandra. Brown eyes met his blue orbs.
"No… please let me die…"
Yet Apollo refused and made her sleep. The fates have already decided her fate and she will not die today. No, her fate led to a more gruesome death… one that he could not prevent. He often wondered if she had only agreed to her lover, could he have saved her from this fate? Apollo shook his head. It was no use contemplating, what could have been and what might have been. What was important was the present and the future. It was too late for them and it was too late for him to save her. He could only alleviate her pain and sorrow and left it to the fates to end it all.