In each rite, the princess of Troy had to stand in front of the crowd and lead the dancers to dance in admiration of Apollo, God of the Sun. It had become common practice after being passed on from the king two generations removed. And in her time, it was Cassandra who was responsible for fulfilling this duty.
Yet, as the previous princess was an unsatisfactory dancer, the people expected little from the present princess. Some dancers with outstanding dancing skills were even grumbling about it.
Experienced Dancer: Huh! This is such a foolish practice.
Marymount the Fox Feeder: The leading dancer should be the one with superb dancing skills.
Experienced Dancer: Although the princess two generations removed was a great dancer,
Experienced Dancer: it does not mean that the later princesses know how to dance.
Novice Dancer: You are right, but, the leading dancer is chosen by the king...
Novice Dancer: We must obey.
Princess of Troy: Indeed,
Princess of Troy: if I am selected just because I am the Princess,
Queen of the High Seas: it won’t be convincing enough
The dancers had rattled on, not noticing Cassandra’s approach. They immediately bowed to apologize.
Princess of Troy: Never mind.
Princess of Troy: You are not wrong.
Princess of Troy: This common practice is somewhat unreasonable.
Princess of Troy: Even if I have to hand over the position of leading dancer now,
Princess of Troy: it would still be fine.
Princess of Troy: It does not matter who is to lead the dance,
Princess of Troy: for everyone of us has the equally sincere faith to worship God of the Sun.
Maid: Please don’t, your Highness!
Maid: You are appointed by the King’s personal spoken decree.
Maid: We must not make unauthorized changes!
Maid: Besides, nobody can be sure that
Maid: the one taking over would be the undisputed best dancer.
While she was speaking, the maid took a quick glance at the dancer who had been complaining.
Princess of Troy: Then let us hold a contest and the winner can be leading dancer.
Princess of Troy: How does that sound?
Princess of Troy: Leave my father to me.
Naturally, the King strongly opposed, for he had truly believed that no one could dance better than his own daughter.
Princess of Troy: As dancers, it is our duty as dancers to offer the best dance to God of the Sun.
Princess of Troy: If someone can dance better than me, I should handover the position;
Princess of Troy: but if I am capable, then how would a small competition daunt me?
Princess of Troy: Father, I cannot think of any reasons to oppose this idea.
Just as she had expected, the King agreed. The other dancers were pleased to know that they could compete for the place of leading dancer in the dance contest before the rite.
Judge: Let the Dance Tournament begin!
Judge: The winner is Princess Cassandra.
Experienced Dancer: Darn it, I can’t believe I lost!
Princess of Troy: All glory be to God of the Sun.
After the contest, the people calmed themselves before going into the temple for the rite. Just as Cassandra was stepping into the temple, she was frightened by a figure in front of her — Apollo, God of the Sun, had revealed himself at the temple!
Cassandra immediately knelt down, prostrated herself to the God.
Princess of Troy: All glory be to God of the Sun.
Apollo: Look up and let me see your face.
Upon hearing this, Cassandra raised her head a little to look up at Apollo.
Apollo: What a fantastic game, Cassandra!
Apollo: You have made an very interesting suggestion.
Princess of Troy: My God, you have been watching?
Apollo: Of course.
Apollo: Cassandra, my breath caught at your beautiful dance.
Princess of Troy: Dear God, thank you for the compliment.
Apollo: I decide to share my powers of prophecy with you.
Apollo: From now on, you shall serve by my side; be my woman.
Cassandra was surprised and pleased, trying her best to guess at what Apollo was implying.
Princess of Troy: Dear God, thank you for the gift.
Princess of Troy: It is the highest honor
Princess of Troy: for me to receive such a blessing, to be the priestess of God of the Sun.
Wearing a red helmet, holding a shield and a blade of the same color as well, the man yelled and made a threat to the people encircling him.
Fighter: ‘Useless cowards!’
Fighter: ‘How dare you ever imagine you can prevent me from conquering your city?’
Cassandra: Oh? Where am I?
Cassandra: Why am I here?
Cassandra: I should be in my bedroom... Could this be...
Cassandra: a dream?
Since Cassandra was given a share of Apollo’s power, she had been learning to use prophecy. However, this power was not yet stable, which unintentionally gave her foresight of incidents outside her country.
Soldier Captain: ‘Achilles, we’re sick of your arrogance!’
Soldier: ‘We... We aren’t cowards!’
Achilles: ‘Come on then!’
Achilles: ‘Let’s see how much you can endure!’
Cassandra awoke in fright from what she saw in the dream. Looking around in fear, she could not calm down until she was certain that she was still in her own bedroom. Cassandra got off the bed, walked towards the window and opened the curtains. Outside the window, the sun rose little by little following the dawn, shining rays of light down onto the earth.
Cassandra recalled the dream she just had— the soldiers valiantly rushed Achilles who slaughtered them mercilessly. The red blade and shield in his hands were saturated with crimson blood... Cassandra could do nothing to help even though she wanted to. It was just a dream. Even if it was real, it was merely something that might happen in the far future.
Apollo: Cassandra, why a sad face in this lovely morning?
Apollo descended upon her bedroom and appeared before her.
Cassandra: All glory be to God of the Sun.
Apollo: You can spare the formal courtesy from now on.
Cassandra: Yes, thank you my dear God.
Apollo: Also, I grant you the privilege of calling me by my name.
Cassandra: How can I...
Apollo stretched out his hand and softly lifted up her chin. He touched her lips with his thumb to stop her from speaking.
Apollo: I have the final say.
Cassandra: Yes, A... Apollo my Lord.
Apollo: Then... did you dream about something...?
Cassandra reported everything she saw in her dream to Apollo. When he heard the name “Achilles”, he could not help raise his eyebrows.
Apollo: This man again!
Cassandra: Apollo my Lord?
Apollo: Good job, Cassandra.
Apollo: Keep watching. I shall send you to give him some admonition.
Cassandra: In compliance with orders of God of the Sun.
Poseidon, God of the Sea: ‘Athena, she is only a mortal. Is such a curse necessary?’
Athena, Goddess of Wisdom: ‘She is my priestess. This is my way of handling this.’
Inside the snow white temple, Poseidon questioned Athena tumultuously.
Poseidon, God of the Sea: ‘What sin has she committed?’
Athena, Goddess of Wisdom: ‘She hummed an demonic tune, blaspheming the Gods!’
Cassandra: Those two are... God of the Sea and Goddess of Wisdom?
Cassandra: Another... prophetic dream?
Athena, Goddess of Wisdom: ‘You can take Medusa with you.’
Athena, Goddess of Wisdom: ‘The mortal shall have nothing more to do with me.’
Poseidon, God of the Sea: ‘You’re wrong if you think this will solve anything, Athena.’
Poseidon, God of the Sea: ‘Vengeance won’t stop...’
Poseidon, God of the Sea: ‘until the land is swallowed by the ocean!’
Priest of Poseidon: God of the Sea, we are your most faithful disciples.
Priest of Poseidon: We pray that the deep sea can be free from poisonous plants
Priest of Poseidon: so that the fishermen can earn a living.
Fisherman: It’s all Athena’s fault.
Fisherman: She spread poisonous plants to the sea and poisoned all the fish.
Priestess of Athena: Goddess of Wisdom, you are our mistress.
Priestess of Athena: We only wish for everlasting supply of rainwater to fall on the earth
Priestess of Athena: so that the crops can prosper.
Farmer: Poseidon in his madness has damaged our crops with floods.
Farmer: You are the ones who should bear the consequences!
Cassandra constantly foresaw a war that would happen in near future— a war among Gods triggered by a mortal woman. Gods would use their disciples to fight on their behalf. Eventually, the endless war would spread to every corner of the world, covering the realm with incessant battle. The demons would take the chance and rise...
In order to keep the people unscathed by the fire of battles, Cassandra would always enlighten the masses in the town square about their future.
Cassandra: The seeds of the war will be sowed here.
Cassandra: Selfishness of the Gods will lead Humans into civil war.
Cassandra kept preaching to the people, yet this only led to the masses’ hatred of her. Although Apollo repeatedly helped her out of trouble and advised her to keep her silence, Cassandra remained resolute in her belief. At last, complaints abounded, flooding the city.
The Masses: As the priestess of God of the Sun,
The Masses: how dare you spread fallacies to mislead the masses.
The Masses: Shame on you!
The Masses: You can’t be that capricious even if you’re the Princess!
Cassandra incurred widespread criticism from the people. In the end, the King had no choice but to strip her of her princely title to soothe the angry masses. With nowhere to go, Cassandra was brought back to the temple by Apollo...
Apollo, God of the Sun: If the thing you see can be changed, it is not called a prophecy, but a forecast.
Apollo, God of the Sun: There is a line between Humans and Gods, Cassandra.
Apollo, God of the Sun: You do not need to worry so much for the Humans.
Cassandra: I am a human too, Apollo my Lord.
Apollo, God of the Sun: You have been qualified to be one of us
Apollo, God of the Sun: since you were given my power.
Cassandra: No matter how much power I have, I am still only a Human.
Cassandra: A Human who is not able to stop the war...
Apollo, God of the Sun: Only a Human.... huh...
Apollo, God of the Sun: In the end, it is all just wishful thinking?
Apollo, God of the Sun: ... Sister, so this is my karma.
???: ‘Lead them to the valley, then give them a warm welcome with falling rocks.’
Demon Soldier: ‘Yes, Sir!’
In a valley destructed by weathering and erosion, a troop of demon soldiers were planning their battle strategy. They aimed to eliminate the human country located a hundred miles away- Troy.
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: Oh, no!
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: Isn’t that Paris? The demon general who killed Achilles?
Paris: ‘Disciples of Apollo, let me send you all to hell where you’ll never see the sun again!’
Amid the era of war, Cassandra’s prophetic dreams had never stopped. The Trojans started to recall the prophecy told by Cassandra, and flocked into the temple to beg for forgiveness. They worshipped her as their prophet. Cassandra did not selfishly keep her foresights from them, nevertheless, what she foretold were all death prophecies.
Moreover, no matter how hard the people tried to alter the fate, it would always lead them back to the original path in Cassandra’s prophecies. Once again, she paid the price of losing respects from her people in return for a name they called her because of naked terror to her prophecy- The Cursed Prophet.
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: What should I do?
Paris: ‘Quick! Move the rocks there!’
Demon Soldiers: ‘Yes Sir!’
Paris: ‘Drop the rocks!’
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: No!
Cassandra woke up from a prophetic dream again. But this time she did not advise the masses for her foresight immediately. Instead, she went to the temple of Apollo and looked for his help.
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: I am just a nominal prophet who cannot stop what is going to happen even though I foresee it!
Apollo, God of the Sun: Cassandra, I have already warned you in the beginning...
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: Apollo my Lord, would you please shed light on my path?
Apollo, God of the Sun: I shall take your prophecy back so that you will no longer need to worry about this.
Apollo gave no thought to Cassandra’s begging and took her prophecy away. Since then he never appeared before her again. Though Cassandra still kept her title as a prophet for she had seen prophecies before, she never gave detailed explanation of her foresights to the people anymore. They just thought that those endless death prophecies had made her numb.
In those days with no more dreams, Cassandra recalled the warnings of Apollo. She gradually froze her heart so that she would feel no pain for the humans anymore. She would not enlighten the masses unless they asked for her prophecies. But fortunately, every time she gave a prophecy, things did not go worse than what she foretold as if they were blessed.
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: Is this the last blessing to us from Apollo the Lord?
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: Dear God, thank you for the gift.
Cassandra, Cursed Prophet: All glory be to God of the Sun.