My robe clung to me in the heat of the, now late, afternoon. It had taken me almost an hour to reach the top, but finally I was there. The violets were still firmly planted in my pocket. Grinning from ear to ear, I sat in the shade of a nearby olive tree, which grew in abundance round the Temple and let myself relax.

Although, I just hadn't realised how tired I was…

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I was sitting in a field, underneath a large sycamore tree. Around me was lush green grass, dotted with wildflowers. I tried to sit up but I couldn't. So, confused I sat there patiently waiting. Was this some sort of a vision?

Suddenly there was a bright flash of white light in front of me. I tried to shield my eyes from its glare but I couldn't. It was too bright, to hot. It was burning me! If only I could move. Screaming in pain, my mind felt like it was going blank, and then suddenly the light stopped. There was an eerie quiet and cautiously I let myself un-tense and try to still my fast beating heart.

The meadow seemed as innocent and quiet as ever. If the flowers and grass could speak, would they have seen it too? …That bright, hot, white light. I pondered a while…It looked like the sun in the afternoon. Apollo in his golden chariot. Except this light wasn't like the sun. It didn't seem to care for things, to let things grow and prosper like the Goddess Demeter. This light was harsh, unforgiving and brutal.

There was another silence, and then a wise looking Owl landed next to me and…

One thousand voices rushed into my head, each yelling they're own set of words. I felt like I was going mad.

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"Gah!" I sat up sharply, spluttering with shock at the impact of having water thrown in my face. It dripped down, onto my already partially damp robe and I scowled. Who could have thrown that water?! I liked some of it from my lips and it tasted partially of olives.

I looked around to see no body. The temple was virtually empty, except for a hooded figure kneeling by the sacred fire in the centre of the huge building. Then with a shock I realised something. It was night and extremely cold. The temperature soon hit me like a rock and I let out a small gasp. I was freezing cold!

Quickly, I stumbled into the temple, taking off my sandals before I entered and wrenching to Violet's from my pocket. I looked at them. Thankfully they weren't too crushed. Hurrying towards the fire, I dropped them in, petal by petal and watch the smoke rise up to Mount Olympus. I bowed my head and said a quiet prayer to Athena then stepped back. The air now smelt faintly of Violets. Turning, I walked back down to the entrance only to get hit with the smell of …vanilla. I stopped. Surely not? Three times in one day? Wow…I was lucky.

There was a quiet chuckle from the corner of the room and the hooded figure turned round and threw the hood back. Again, I tried to stifle a gasp, but still failed spectacularly. Castor's immense beauty still threw me of kilter. He smiled and my stomach did a back flip.

"She will like those. Violet's are her favourite."

I smiled shyly back.

"I – I hope so. I mean I picked them myself today so…"

Castor smiled again and this time took and step towards me.

"I know. I watched you."

There was a pause and I looked up confused.

"I – You – what?"

My brain was filled with a fuzzy haze. It felt rather pleasant, but annoyingly I couldn't really concentrate on anything.

"Yes Cassandra, I watched you. I have been watching you for quite a while now. Your beauty some what enraptures me."

I blushed and looked down.

"I am not beautiful. Nothing compared to Helen or Thetis!"

There was a soft laugh again and I scent of vanilla now became even stronger. I inhaled deeply.

"I do not care for Helen or Thetis. I care for another. In short Cassandra, it is you who I care for."

I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. Standing in front of me was Castor. His eyes were a vivid sparkling pool of green, which twinkled in the light of the fire. He leant forward so his lips almost brushed mine and whispered in my ear.

"Kiss me Cassandra."

I was shocked. Kiss Castor, in the Temple? It was disrespectful…towards every single God not just to Athena.

But suddenly without warning, I felt my lips meet his and the haze in my brain just took over.

Wrapping my arms round his waist, he drew me closer to him. Now I could feel every contour of muscle and I shivered, partially consumed by Lust and partially scared. I didn't know how far my self control could last.

Help me Goddess Aphrodite. Help me.

I pleaded silently, as the kiss melted into another and another, each rising to a new height of fire and passion. His hand wrapped in my hair and he started to kiss my neck and tenderly as he had my lips.

I couldn't take it. I broke off.

"Castor… I …I. I'm so sorry I really am."

I turned and ran from the temple and down the hill. Tears ran down my check but I didn't dare look back.