Cassandra is fifteen years old, whose stature reminds you of a bird ready to take flight at the slightest sound. Close up Cassandra looks about twelve, she has bright, dark eyes constantly darting.
My name is Cassandra, not Casey or Sandy but Cassandra. I knew I was different at an early age, all the other children threw stones at me or just avoided me. My brother tried to protect me but after the constant beatings, I just avoided people to protect him.
I don’t know when I first felt special; a purpose in life, but it gave me a reason to carry on. I’m not afraid of dying; only missing that moment when my destiny will come truce.
I was brought up in a tavern, it taught me a lot about people perhaps more than I ever wanted to know.
I was constantly running away from the tavern, from the unwanted attention of my father and other patrons of the inn. I would travel deep into the forest to hide. One time following the pebbles back, I noticed the pebbles had been moved I was lost. I had no other choice to follow the path.
The path led me to a cottage, which a wise woman lived she taught me that all life is Illusion, it how we look at it gives it meaning.
The wise woman gave hints what my destiny might be but I had to see through the illusion to find it myself. When she died, I decided to carry on find my destiny.
I will try anything to talk to the wise woman again to help guide me and just contact the only one who loved me.