: Blessed with prophecy but cursed never to be believed, Cassandra is claimed by Agamemnon as a concubine. She foresees her own murder and his demise but remains entirely powerless to alter the trajectory.
One of the figures stepped forward. He was tall, his face a mask of serene, terrifying indifference. "We know who you are, Tim Richards. You are the outsider. The seeker." Tim Richards Slaves Of Troy
Tim stood panting in the dark, his ears ringing. He pulled a glow stick from his pocket, cracked it, and shook it. The green light revealed the figures were still. They were breathing, but independently now. : Blessed with prophecy but cursed never to