Cassandra

The air was hot, the day long as she pushed through the tall grass remembering her vineyard. The selling of it, the making of the wine from her feet. All the hard work she put into it. To be trusted into battle like this. With a sword and whip she made it through. Hunting of the a lion to make trade with his pelt and mighty mane in hope of finding the strands of fate from the sisters to defeat the titan. It was early in the morning the nest should be close or at least that’s what she thought. To defeat a Nemean Lion was next to impossible, it’s pelt near impenetrable. The easiest way was to wrap your hands around the lion’s throat to choke or break the lion’s neck. As she was crossing through the feeling felt strange an eerie heaviness fell upon her. She heard a growl than out of nowhere she heard it the laugh. The laugh sounded foul. The laugh of someone trying to escape the curse.

“Astraea!” She said

Astraea was the gorgon trying to escape the curse before she ended up Medusa. The tusk were to big to fight against, trying not to get caught amongst the traps Cassandra kept leaping feeling the dark energy still inside her she could not stop as it drove her further in to the forest. A gorgon she thought trying to break the curse after what they did before. The way to even think about turning off such power is cruelty amongst the Gods to mock them in that way. She heard the boar turn a corner around her. She zig-zagged to catch speed to it for food.

“Athena, why in a way to turn power?” Cassandra prayed to the Heavens.

Cassandra could feel the goddess, but no answer amongst it. She prayed to see the apparition. She used her dark spirit to trip the boar before her as she drove her blade into the beast. She started to set-up camp in the woods around. She built a tabernacle to pray in the forest. The boar tested good as always.

“Who prays to the goddess before the dark moon?” A voice from the fire spoke.

“I do, seeking answers.” Cassandra said “I am an a mission to get the Nemean pelt to use it for defense in the journeys and wars to come!”

Fire had came out and tried to strike Cassandra before the dark of the moon. She had dodged quickly with no clue to what was happening she had grabbed her whip to hit the fire away from her. She had started winning against it had died down she had no clue what had choose to attack her. She finished it off with her dark spirit by forcing it lower and placing a barrier around the flames.

“What, why?” She asked the sky.

It was a common technic to keep the fire up in the rain. The boar tasted good to her senses. She had finished eating all the while. The night went by quick as she dreamt of the journey ahead. The sun was warm, she had cleaned the camp sight and laced her sandals up to start the hike ahead. She was for sure she had beat it. The flame had to have surrendered if it didn’t finish her off. The voice from the flame that fed undyingly on the spirits of the outside. She had dosed it down with her water by the camp, but it couldn’t be that easy for here it was time for her to run. The fire spirits danced in the woods that surrounded her. She could remember waking back up covered in embers from the beast. It was like no other a message than an attack. She found a shield that she was using to bounce off the flames. A burn across her upper arm will always remind her.

“Ah” she said slowly.

The morning felt rough in itself the journey ahead of her hot. The sun beating down as Apollo crossed the sky in his fire chariot. A chariot would be very helpful now, but she needed to get the loins with stealth. She needed the pelt for her armor. She could almost see the cactus in the way they looked as if they were moving closer to her. She had her sword, shield, and whip ready. To fight off the creatures.

“Ha.” she said cracking her whip into the sand, slinging her shield around.

Nothing had happened she went into the sand on her back out of breath. She could feel herself sinking into the sand beneath her. The fear gripping her she felt hands all over her, than water. Rain pouring upon her non stop she had no clue what had happened to her. Animals was running secretly around her. It was time for her to move. What was this to her? She had no clue. It wasn’t the underworld where was Cerberus and the ferry man at? There was no hades. Not to her in this world. A tribe was in the distance saying something in there clothes. They had vanished to each way she had ducked through the vines and crawled through a log into a tunnel. She felt fear like no other in her spirit. A face appeared in her way. It was her in her way.

“I have found you.” A voice whispered to her.

“I can’t, I have to go.” She hollered.

She felt lifted up by something there was nothing there. She used here spirit to get away. She felt weak in her mind. Smoke had surrounded her. Than an upside down man appeared in front of her.

“I pulled you, away from meaningless things.” He scolded her.

She felt cold with wonder in her mind. Who was this? What had happened to her? She started to pray.

“Stop.” The smoking mirror cried. “ Prayer’s only to me, Tezcatlipoca!”