The Battles of Cassandra

Chapter One The way through The Gods

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The air was hot, the day long as she pushed through the tall grass remembering her vineyard. The selling of it, the making of the wine from her feet. All the hard work she put into it. To be trusted into battle like this. With a sword and whip she made it through. Hunting of the a lion to make trade with his pelt and mighty mane in hope of finding the strands of fate from the sisters to defeat the titan. It was early in the morning the nest should be close or at least that’s what she thought. To defeat a Nemean Lion was next to impossible, it’s pelt near impenetrable. The easiest way was to wrap your hands around the lion’s throat to choke or break the lion’s neck. As she was crossing through the feeling felt strange an eerie heaviness fell upon her. She heard a growl than out of nowhere she heard it the laugh. The laugh sounded foul. The laugh of someone trying to escape the curse.

“Astraea!” She said

Astraea was the gorgon trying to escape the curse before she ended up Medusa. The tusk were to big to fight against, trying not to get caught amongst the traps Cassandra kept leaping feeling the dark energy still inside her she could not stop as it drove her further in to the forest. A gorgon she thought trying to break the curse after what they did before. The way to even think about turning off such power is cruelty amongst the Gods to mock them in that way. She heard the boar turn a corner around her. She zig-zagged to catch speed to it for food.

“Athena, why in a way to turn power?” Cassandra prayed to the Heavens.

Cassandra could feel the goddess, but no answer amongst it. She prayed to see the apparition. She used her dark spirit to trip the boar before her as she drove her blade into the beast. She started to set-up camp in the woods around. She built a tabernacle to pray in the forest. The boar tested good as always.

“Who prays to the goddess before the dark moon?” A voice from the fire spoke.

“I do, seeking answers.” Cassandra said “I am an a mission to get the Nemean pelt to use it for defense in the journeys and wars to come!”

Fire had came out and tried to strike Cassandra before the dark of the moon. She had dodged quickly with no clue to what was happening she had grabbed her whip to hit the fire away from her. She had started winning against it had died down she had no clue what had choose to attack her. She finished it off with her dark spirit by forcing it lower and placing a barrier around the flames.

“What, why?” She asked the sky.

It was a common technic to keep the fire up in the rain. The boar tasted good to her senses. She had finished eating all the while. The night went by quick as she dreamt of the journey ahead. The sun was warm, she had cleaned the camp sight and laced her sandals up to start the hike ahead. She was for sure she had beat it. The flame had to have surrendered if it didn’t finish her off. The voice from the flame that fed undyingly on the spirits of the outside. She had dosed it down with her water by the camp, but it couldn’t be that easy for here it was time for her to run. The fire spirits danced in the woods that surrounded her. She could remember waking back up covered in embers from the beast. It was like no other a message than an attack. She found a shield that she was using to bounce off the flames. A burn across her upper arm will always remind her.

“Ah” she said slowly.

The morning felt rough in itself the journey ahead of her hot. The sun beating down as Apollo crossed the sky in his fire chariot. A chariot would be very helpful now, but she needed to get the loins with stealth. She needed the pelt for her armor. She could almost see the cactus in the way they looked as if they were moving closer to her. She had her sword, shield, and whip ready. To fight off the creatures.

“Ha.” she said cracking her whip into the sand, slinging her shield around.

Nothing had happened she went into the sand on her back out of breath. She could feel herself sinking into the sand beneath her. The fear gripping her she felt hands all over her, than water. Rain pouring upon her non stop she had no clue what had happened to her. Animals was running secretly around her. It was time for her to move. What was this to her? She had no clue. It wasn’t the underworld where was Cerberus and the ferry man at? There was no hades. Not to her in this world. A tribe was in the distance saying something in there clothes. They had vanished to each way she had ducked through the vines and crawled through a log into a tunnel. She felt fear like no other in her spirit. A face appeared in her way. It was her in her way.

“I have found you.” A voice whispered to her.

“I can’t, I have to go.” She hollered.

She felt lifted up by something there was nothing there. She used here spirit to get away. She felt weak in her mind. Smoke had surrounded her. Than an upside down man appeared in front of her.

“I pulled you, away from meaningless things.” He scolded her.

She felt cold with wonder in her mind. Who was this? What had happened to her? She started to pray.

“Stop.” The smoking mirror cried. “ Prayer’s only to me, Tezcatlipoca!”

Chapter 2

A Story of Cassandra and Her Journeys through the Land Unknown

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She felt it more and more, as she carried on her way. She was still shocked in all of what she had seen through the visions he gave of creation. Watching him battle Querzazlcoatl was mind blowing to her. The fights she had been in was none to compare of those from Tezcatlipoca. It had been to long in her mind. Since, she was able to practice in the last world. She was remembering her new adventure the help he needed to get to the shining city. She was told about the city of gold El Dorado, but it wasn’t that it was what was in it. Fruit of everlasting life that could heal a God, from passing on from deathly wounds.Tezcatlipoca was wounded, too far from his last bout with Querzazlcoatl. She needed to find it, and find it quick. Her strengths would get her through the land and be able to battle. She had her sword, shield and whip on her side. The map and supplies in a sack around her that strung between her breast. Her armor was solid and skirt had iron upon it. She needed a horse of some kind, something to to ride to quicken her journey. It would take time to pass through the trees of rain and forward to El Dorado. How much she had no clue? She needed to make camp, but where? The sun was going down, she had to rest for the evening.

“Come, quick!” A voice had hollered.

She had rolled over in her sleep. The nightmare had started to consume her. It was of her childhood and losing her family to the dark demons that had invaded the temples, she grew in. The beautiful statue Aphrodite that stood towering over them. She grew up loving, that protected her. She remembered the temple riads and the war before that made her what she was. She had no regrets to herself and what she had been through in her life. She was ready to be free of the visions and powers that was given to her, though she felt sadness over that. She could still remember when the statue broke on half and came to life, saving the temple. What the goddess told her. Her dream was ending in her mind it was almost time to wake up. She had done her morning prayers to the God of Creation, Tezcatlipoca. The day was dying what reason would she have not to, who could hear. She felt a burst of heat hit her shield, she drew her whip to bring it closer. It was almost a shield around him. She had no clue, but her whip couldn’t touch it. Whoever he is. She started to dodge and parry around him, her sword and shield drawn. She was ready to go and out of the darkness, from the blinding sun came Huitzilopochtli. His fire serpent had already struck her, she felt the burning under her skin from the bite. The shield wasn’t enough for her. She could barely hear him ask who she prayed to, the danger was to much. He had came closer to her. She was down on her luck, he was trying to read the marks on her blade to see the steel. She had placed it into through his heart and into his mind, than feel to her knees in pain. Her mind could feel the searing pain. She had visions of the sisters of fate. She needed to finish her journey, She had another of the fruit, she could see more clearly this time. She felt the burning go away and her spirit get carried off her body left to rot in the place where she was struck down, her life was now over her journey ended.

The End

Chapter 3

Xibalba

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“Where am I?” She said draggy. “What is this place?”

The three girls kept dancing around her. She was on all fours staring at them. They looked playfully at her. One of them shoved her from behind to finish putting her on the ground. The dust flew everywhere around her she began to cough.

“The trails!” The one smiled.

“Xibalba!” The other one laughed.

They kept chanting, again and again, Circling around her naked form. The spirit was strong to her and them. She started to pulsate, her visions unending as she rolled around, the cave enhanced her sight. Her spirit shoved all around and cleared the dust. The light was dim as she stood up.

“Where am I?” Cassandra said weak. “ How did I get here?”

The third one laughed at her. All their eyes were closed. They stayed hoping and jumping around her.

“You died in shame from a snake bite, while you defeated a God.”

Her weak form had to be tested and strengthened to finish her quest. She felt up to the challenge. Ready in her mind while they looked at her. She had to find out how to leave.

“Who are you guys?” She asked”

“You don’t recognize your sisters?” They smiled. “We are the sisters of fate come to guide you out! We fixed your sight, we must go now, bye”

“Survive the trails.” The cave whispered to her spirit.

She started walking upon her pathway. She could see the trial clear ahead of her. She wondered what had happened to her? Which trials were to come and what?

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She walked in silent as the tunnel lengthened on her. Her nipples hardened from the cold she kept thinking on how to clothe. The strength she used, her sight, was messed up somehow.

“Fuck!” She said as she stepped on a stone while walking she felt a slither around her. The way her body moved dodged the fall.

The rumors of bats saying “K’awiil’s Test!” in the air stopped as a snake hissed.

Cassandra quickly hid in the mud feeling it go into her and around her. She got out a ran covered by the darkness and her protective coat from the mud.While lightening cracked around her making it more difficult for her. The mud helped protect her from the strikes. It was the feet, they snake bodies on the ground anckle down. He looked a man, but with a reptiles face. The ability of walking on walls from the snakes and the grip seemed impossible only stones to throw. She had to beat him.

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“Who goes there? Reveal yourself to me and the spirits.” The Deity said.

She had a sharp stone in her hand as she hoped up hammering down. His one foot wrapped her leg and throw her. She went scratching in pain on the dirt floor covered in rocks. The other foot coiled around her legs as she tried to heal. The danger was getting to great. as the male Deity sat laughing at her.

“The great warrior Cassandra who killed the Sun God!” He mocked at her while she was stabbing at his feet unable to penetrate his scales. The mud made her slippery while he was forcing his grip.

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