Cassandra's Curse (Fairytales reloaded #6)

Cursed

Nowadays there is hardly anyone left who remembers the old myths, although they were still relevant, repeating themselves over and over again, not caring that the world had changed.

Some of you may have heard about the battle of Troy, about Homer's great epic stories, the Odyssey and the Ilias. Maybe there are some of you who were interested in the old myths of ancient Greece, or some who translated them in Latin.
Maybe those who read them remember thinking about what it must have been like. Some were probably laughing about the stories of gods, of the fear and respect the old Greeks had for them.

But they were right to fear them, for their curses are horrible to bear. Maybe you've heard about Sisyphos, who has to roll that stone up the hill for all eternity, about Tantalos who is starving and dying of thirst with water and fruits right in front of him, of Prometheus, whose liver is eaten by an eagle and growing back everyday.
- And maybe, just maybe, you've even heard about me.
My name is Cassandra and I'm forced to see the future, cursed so no one believes in my words.
My story began in Troy, as I saw my city burn and went on after I saw another king's death. I was reborn, just like all the others, being keept alive by my curse without any chance of escape.
Trust me, I've had lots of time to try it out, but my curse stays with me, and everytime I see my loved ones dying, it just gets worse next time if I don't play by the rules. And everytime they die I'm there to watch.
I can tell all of you: Being cursed by a god or goddess sucks, so try to play by the rules. Some of the others can't remember who they used to be, but I can, I can remember each and every life I led in the past.
Everytime I close my eyes I see Troy burn to ashes, I see my family die, I see all those deaths that followed, the families I had over the years, sometimes a boyfriend, a husband even or in the very few lives I lived long enough for it: my children. Only one time a son of mine survived, he stayed alive, but no one else ever does. The few times I had actual friends they just became part of the curse I have to bear.
So nowadays I am on my own, pushing away everyone to save them where I can't save myself. I screwed up long ago, I know my curse, but if I can't save myself, I can try to save as many people as possible. I know my curse, but they don't and that's exactly why no one can get close to me.
You probably won't believe a thing I'll tell you, but that's part of my curse.
I am Cassandra, a daughter of kings, a myth from the past and cursed for an eternity.

This is my story.