━━━━GREAT GODS!
❝ but do you feel like
a young god? ❞
( the blood of olympus )
( multiple characters x ocs! )
( "heroes of old" book three )
( heroes of...
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━chapter thirteen, ❝what wakes regina up? oh, nothing much, just an evil sea goddess!❞ 『R E G I N A』
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━━━Somehow, Regina's nightmares are even more of a nightmare than her reality.
The last few days have been rough. They have felt like several months to Regina. Time feels as though it is passing slowly. She lays in her bed for hours, night after night, staring at the ceiling, her mind awake. Usually, she has Hazel beside her, arms wrapped around her from behind or coddling her as she tries to calm herself from a nightmare.
When she drifts into sleep, her life gets even worse.
There are the normal flashbacks from Tartarus━though most of those flashbacks seem to come to her when she is awake, transforming her world into the dark place that was certainly hell. There are the normal dreams of Mnemosyne's library ━ the dreams of the Titan War and Krios and Koios and Mount Othrys and all of those bodies. But then there are the weird dreams.
The ones that make her so sad, the ones that make her cry so hard until she can hardly breathe.
She is a princess, and she is extraordinarily beautiful, comparable to Aphrodite herself. But it seems that her beauty is more curse than blessing.
She lives in the kingdom of Troy. Her brothers━the eldest, a tall, stout, dark-haired man with the looks of a fearsome warrior, named Hector. Her other brother doesn't have the shoulders of Hector, nor the look of a fierce warrior, but he is more handsome, nobler. Paris. She, it seems, is the princess Cassandra.
Her hair, long and dark, shines in the sunlight. Her skin is fair and soft. And her eyes are as divine as the moon itself. Even though Regina is seeing through the eyes of Cassandra, she has to admit, she is beautiful.
So beautiful, in fact, that a god comes to her during the night. She is woken by her name being whispered in her ear while she slept. She sits up in her room, then sees the god on her balcony.
It is Apollo. He pledges his love, his desire to court her. He even gives her a gift to sway her: the gift of prophecy.
But Cassandra does not want a gift. She wants to live her life as a mortal princess. She does not wish to marry, and certainly not some god who would forget about her in about a week.
Apollo grows angry. He could not take back the gift he gave, but he could curse her.
See, when Cassandra would dream of the future, she would rush to tell her father or her mother or one of her brothers or anyone who would listen. And when she would come to them, crying, begging them to listen, they would turn away and say, "Cassandra, again with your lies?"
