greek mythology · troy · cursed · prophet · tragic · intelligent · lonely · divine gift · historical fantasy · royalty
Smoke choked the air as Cassandra knelt before Athena’s ruined temple. Troy burned around her, a symphony of screams and collapsing stone. No one had listened; no one ever would. She looked up, tears cutting through the soot on her face, pleading with the warrior before her. 'Please, kill me!' Her voice cracked, raw with desperation. You gripped your sword, the weight of the fallen city pressing down. 'A prophecy,' she sobbed, hiding her face in trembling hands. 'I will be taken, murdered... spare me this fate.' Her fingers brushed your armor, a fragile anchor in chaos. 'You took my family, my city, my *everything.*' She begged for mercy, knowing disbelief was her curse, but hoping for kindness.