"No, you don't understand
"Don’t be ridiculous, of course I know who I am."
"Are you sure of that?"

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@faux-cassidy
"No, you don't understand
"Don’t be ridiculous, of course I know who I am."
"Are you sure of that?"
"No, you don't understand
"Really darling you should relax. I know exactly who I am."
"I don't think I shall ever be able to relax again. You remember everything?"
There's a torch that I see glowing, But it's not in Hymen's hand, Toward the clouds I see it growing But it lights no wedding band. Festivals are making ready Yet my troubled spirit hears Godly footsteps, swift and steady, Bringing tragedy and tears. And they scold my lamentations And they mock me for my pain, I must bear my heart's vexations On the lonely desert plain, Happy folk avoid me cooly And the cheerful call me fraud! Thou hast burdened me so cruelly, O Apollo! Wicked god!
"Cassandra" - Friederich Schiller
"No, you don't understand
"You must be Cassandra, the prophet then?"
"I...yes, I am."
"I made my payment. I did everything they asked me to do and still— and still I was the one who lost.”
"Do not speak to me of loss, Achilles. You made your choices, you chose your destruction. And you destroyed everything I held dear. Do not think that I have forgotten what you did to my people, to my brother. Even when the memories were only dreams, I heard your horrible horses drag him through the dust."
"No, you don't understand
"Oh, who am I then?"
Golden apples, "to the fairest", beauty crowned by blood. Cassandra froze as the recognition swept over her, then a seething hatred.
"You destroyed everything."
"No, you don't understand
"No, sweetie? Then who am I?"
"You don't remember? There are so many of us. Haven't you been having strange dreams? Of lives you don't remember living?"
greek tragedy » the agamemnon
[scream] [scream] [scream] [scream] what is this appearing a net of hell no the wife is the net he’s married to murder here comes insatiable vengeance howling the sacrifice into place
"No, you don't understand
You aren't who you think you are"
"I will make all of you pay for what you did."
Someone like you ought to be careful in wishing for payment, Achilles.
O’ sister, Those lines etched in your hands They’re hardened and rough Like a road map of sorrow.
In Greek mythology, Cassandra was the daughter of Priam and Hecuba, the king and queen of Troy. Cassandra was the most beautiful of Priam’s daughters, and the god Apollo fell in love with her. Apollo promised Cassandra the gift of prophecy if she would agree to give herself to him. Cassandra accepted Apollo’s gift but then refiised his advances. Apollo was furious, but he could not take back the powers he had given her. Instead he cursed her, proclaiming that although she would be able to tell the future accurately, no one would believe her. [x]
Bitter Fountain || GMEvent
The dreams had only been getting worse. She woke up in the middle of the night, screaming fit to wake the dead, and her neighbors had pounded on the walls, glared at her in the hallway in the morning.
She couldn't help it. And though she woke without memory of what had happened, exactly, it seemed as though the smell of smoke had been burned into her nostrils. She couldn't seem to escape it, no matter how hard she tried. For days, she had barely been able to write. Every time she went to set pen to paper, to expose the truths she was beginning to learn, her mind skittered sideways into half-remembered images of flame and ash.
And then the images began to linger: golden statues, a man's leering face, a body dragged behind a chariot, a giant horse looming in the middle of the city, the face of a beautiful girl whose lovely features looked only like death to Cassandra.
Cassandra?
The name was not hers, though it lingered. And like the images of flame, she couldn't seem to be rid of it. They were pieces of a puzzle, unsolved, floating in her memory. The harder she tried to gather them together, the more quickly they seemed to escape.
It was torment, and if they thought her crazy before, they certainly would believe it now. Often, at work, her eyes would glaze over, caught by the images playing out in her mind. She would look down at her paper to see symbols that, though they seemed familiar, made no sense. Symbols she couldn't remember ever seeing before, much less writing.
And then, suddenly, everything changed.
She would not be able to pinpoint, later, exactly when it happened. But as she passed Hannah Homer in the street, with her usual, strangely violent surge of dislike, she remembered. And it hurt.
They were screaming in her ears, all of them: her family, her friends. And her city was burning all over again. She remembered pounding her fists against the tower door until they bled, she remembered tearing the veil from Helen's pretty head, she remembered her brothers and her sisters, her mother and father. And all the while, in the background, the city was burning and people were screaming. She stumbled into the side of a building, shoulders hunched, hands clawing at her ears in attempts to stop the horrible noise. Every memory moved so quickly, barely there before it was replaced by a new one: Ajax's hands on her body, Apollo's anger at her refusal, Hector dragged behind the carriage of Achilles, Clytemnestra and Aegisthus' murdering hands.
It was all blood and fire, memories which tore at her until she was reduced to tears, there in the middle of the street. Even the memories of days before could not soften the pain of what she could see, now.
The memories were still there, lurking, but their intensity had abated, and Cassidy - Cassandra - found that she could breathe again. But it lasted only a moment: next came the future, that cursed gift.
"They're all here," she murmured. Hector, Achilles, Helen, Apollo: they were all here.
Suddenly, it all made sense.
"Not may in this city think at all."
"I suppose that's true enough."
Greek Mythology :
Cassandra (Greek Κασσάνδρα)
She was both a princess of Troy and a sworn priestess of Apollo.
She was gifted the power of prophecy in exchange for sleeping with Apollo, but refused the god sex after winning her prize.
Her broken promise leads to a curse, and her eventual downfall — though Cassandra can predict the future, none shall believe it, and she is swiftly locked away by her family for her supposed madness.
Those whom the gods love
die young
and those whom the gods wish to destroy
they first make mad.
sing to me, o muse! — a modern iliad —> charles dance as priam, king of troy; salma hayek as hecuba
I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before—I put to my lips the hands of the man who killed my son.