Just a snippet...
Feb. 3rd, 2006 08:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matilda36This flow of consciousness hit me last night at 1:00 am, while I was trying to finally get some sleep.
These are some considerations in Cassandra's voice to Odysseus (unbetaed):
There was a time when all I wanted was to get on your ship. I knew the fate the Gods had written for those traveling with you in that return journey, but I wanted all the same to be part of the adventure, to be able to see that famous cunning of yours at work, to be part of that story that still inspires young minds and hearts. And I wanted to be at the receiving end of the kindness and respect you showed to all, enemies and monsters, friends and slaves.
I knew I was likely to die but it would have been better to be a footnote in your story than a witness of the Atrides'story.
The Atrides...their story too has survived the Centuries, but not as inspiration, but as a description of what a family can do to each other. Wives killing husbands, daughters loving fathers so much to make revenge their justice. Sons killing mothers in the name of the same justice. All of them standing in front of me now, exchanging pleasantries with their hands already full of blood. And soon the slaughter will start, body after body, hatred trying to drown in blood his pain.
And I will be there, a body in the pile, a walking part in the story that will be acted again and again through the centuries, with the blood of those we should love filling our hands.
And I will be there, eccentric daughter of a loving family, condemned for eternity to watch hate repeat itself, in the cruel light the Sun gifted me with.
These are some considerations in Cassandra's voice to Odysseus (unbetaed):
There was a time when all I wanted was to get on your ship. I knew the fate the Gods had written for those traveling with you in that return journey, but I wanted all the same to be part of the adventure, to be able to see that famous cunning of yours at work, to be part of that story that still inspires young minds and hearts. And I wanted to be at the receiving end of the kindness and respect you showed to all, enemies and monsters, friends and slaves.
I knew I was likely to die but it would have been better to be a footnote in your story than a witness of the Atrides'story.
The Atrides...their story too has survived the Centuries, but not as inspiration, but as a description of what a family can do to each other. Wives killing husbands, daughters loving fathers so much to make revenge their justice. Sons killing mothers in the name of the same justice. All of them standing in front of me now, exchanging pleasantries with their hands already full of blood. And soon the slaughter will start, body after body, hatred trying to drown in blood his pain.
And I will be there, a body in the pile, a walking part in the story that will be acted again and again through the centuries, with the blood of those we should love filling our hands.
And I will be there, eccentric daughter of a loving family, condemned for eternity to watch hate repeat itself, in the cruel light the Sun gifted me with.
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Date: 2006-02-03 09:16 am (UTC)Poor Cassandra. She really had the rough end of it.
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Date: 2006-02-03 09:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-05 01:17 pm (UTC)Kathie
(trying to avoid the old and new bunnies)
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Date: 2006-02-05 01:46 pm (UTC)The problem is that it sicked a bunny on me, on what would have happened if Cassandra had gone with Odysseus...*carefully pushes bunny aside for when my muse will be awake enough to go beyond snippet...*