Cassandra
My name is Cassandra, and you probably don’t believe that either.
Apollo cursed me to know the future and always be thought a liar. I predicted the fall of my city, and my own murder. I was laughed at.
As I died, alone, my soul walked to Olympus, where I found Apollo on his golden chariot.
“You will be forgotten,” I said. “Your believers will dwindle, your power will fade, and you will be nothing but a voice on the wind. People will sell trinkets where your temples once stood.”
He laughed at me, too. “That will never happen.”
Heh.
- Category: Myths, Legends & Fables
5 comments add one below
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
A lovely piece of writing. I adore Cassandra's satisfaction at the end. Always a fan of seeing Greek Mythology inspired drabbles and this is a particularly superior one.
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Kate Gowers over 9 years ago
I call my satnav Cassandra for exactly those reasons!
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Neil Murton over 9 years ago
@Horrorshow - thanks! I feel she deserved to get her own back in some small way.
@Kate - hah, good idea!
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Michael D. Brooks over 9 years ago
"A man who makes trouble for others is also making trouble for himself."
by Chinua Achebe -
D.M. over 9 years ago
'Love that first line; it sets it up perfectly!
