Christmas Special 2016 (Fairytales reloaded)

Cassandra's Curse

Christmas.

Oh how I dread this day. Ever since this religion came up it pushed aside all of the old ones. Needless to say I never stopped believing in these Gods that you know only know from Greek mythology. Zeus, Hera, Apoll, you name them. They cursed me, they were there, I saw them. In Troy and also in some of my other lives. So how could I have turned my back on these Gods which I knew to be real?

Anyway. I never quite understood the idea of Christmas. I guess I do understand that it's the day their God - or maybe not God, but his son? I never quite got the sense of this religion - was born. But  why would that result in them giving presents to each other? Shouldn't they bring a sacrifice to this God, or at least do anything for him at all? Isn't it his birthday? I remember back in the day how we celebrated the birthday of a God, but it certainly wasn't like this.

However this year is different. I have David and Helena, our little daughter and it's her first Christmas. Sure, she won't remember it, since she's hardly nine months old, but I still want it to be perfect for her. I want every moment of her life to be perfect, because I will never know how long it might last. I won't make the mistake of not doing the things I want and to regret everything in the moment the curse sets in.

David looks over to me and smiles. It's gonna be a wonderful first Christmas for her. I simply nod, it better be perfect. I have the camera right here and I know I'll probably take an ridiculous amount of pictures, but can you blame me? If there is such a thing as a perfect moment wouldn't you try everything you could to keep it when you already know it won't last?

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I look over to Cassy and I can tell she's deep in thoughts. If only I knew what troubled her, I would try everything I could to put her mind at ease.

Because you know you won't be here for long, a voice inside my mind whispers, but I don't listen to it. Maybe, just maybe it will be different this time. It's been a long time since Troy and I keep telling myself this curse can't last forever. Yet somehow it's still there, not even fading, or changing, it simply stays the same.

I see her feeding Helena and a warm feeling rises in my chest. I really do love her, I feel conected to her more than I ever did in any of my previous lives. This feeling of family, of peace, I want it to last forever.

But I used to be a warrior of Troy, a man who killed others for no reason other than the loyalty he'd sworn to his king. It's kind of ironic how my daughter is named after the one person whose beauty caused all of this. Cassy as well holds a name of this time I'd rather forget.

That might just be the reason for me to never call her by her full name. The Cassandra I knew back then was a princess and a prophet. I had always hoped she'd see me one day, had hoped that she might choose me instead of serving the Gods, but that had never happened. I sometimes wondered what has happend to her after the war. If she was cursed like me or if she was allowed to rest in peace.
But since I had found Cassy I didn't think about her anymore. I had my very own Cassandra and I knew I loved her and she loved me back.

This was a holiday of love, maybe not for my religion, but for the dominant one in this time. I would take every minute of it in, at least my memories were something the curse couldn't take away from me. Ever.