Arrows and Silver Linings

Cassandra of Troy.

She was blessed by Apollo because he loved her. But when she didn't return his love, Apollo cursed her. She had the amazing gift of prophecy, but there was now a catch. Nobody would believe her prophecies. Ever.

So why would my father name me after her?

To remind me not to make her mistakes.

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1. A Date

Cassandra of Troy.

She was blessed by Apollo because he loved her. But when she didn't return his love, Apollo cursed her. She had the amazing gift of prophecy, but there was now a catch. Nobody would believe her prophecies. Ever.

So why would my father name me after her?

To remind me not to make her mistakes.

•••

"You would think, Cass, that you would be out shooting arrows with the rest of your siblings."

I mentally roll my eyes before looking up from my book. Smirking at me from in front of the front porch of the Apollo cabin is Connor Stoll, one of the most annoying boys in all of Camp Half-Blood. Yet, somehow one of the most attractive.

"What do you want, Stoll?" I ask, glaring at him.

"Why so harsh? I was merely making a statement," he says innocently, but I see the mischief in his eyes.

"Yeah. Sure you were. Now what do you want? Manage to stab yourself in the leg again?" I ask, a smirk playing at my lips.

He flushes bright red and I feel a surge of victory. I made the oh so great Connor Stoll blush.

"No, actually," he replies, somehow managing to keep at least a twinge of his dignity. "I was wondering if I could borrow a book on music."

I raise my eyebrows, but nod slightly. I use the front flap of the book jacket of my Greek myths book to mark my place before standing. I gesture for Connor to follow me inside and he does.

"Any particular book?" I ask, my eyes grazing the cabin's bookcase.

"Just something simple," he shrugs.

"Alright. Also, if you wanted a book, why didn't you go to the Athena cabin?"

"You know how they are," Connor admits and I nod in agreement.

Athena kids will spout a thousand different facts about anything and everything. They nitpick on everything, too. The whole cabin is full of perfectionists. It gets annoying.

"I get that much. But why did you wait until it was only me here?" I question.

"Just wanted to talk to you," he replies simply.

"Fair enough." I pull out the right book and hand it to him. "Just bring it back when you're done with it."

"Thanks, Cass!" Connor exclaims excitedly. I roll my eyes, but laugh at his excitement. He surprises me with a hug before running off.

I shake my head at his strangeness and decide to organize my things. There's one dresser with four drawers for every set of bunk beds. Each of us gets two of the drawers. Mine just so happens to be the bottom two and I keep my bow and quiver of unlimited arrows in the bottom-most drawer. The quiver was a gift from Dad a few years back, when I turned twelve.

In the drawer above it, I keep my toiletry bag, clothes, and books. I have one book on Ancient Greece, one of Greek myths, one on Roman Emperors, and one on medicinal plants. I also have The Hunger Games trilogy, like most of my siblings. We're convinced Katniss and Prim are actually daughters of Apollo, one talented in archery and the other skilled in healing. Plus, Katniss can sing, so it makes perfect sense. Especially since Suzanne Collins is a demigod. A daughter of Apollo.

"Hey. What was Connor doing in here?" Muse, one of my sisters, asks as she walks in.

"Wanted a book," I shrug.

"Oh yes. Because he reads," she says, rolling her eyes. "I think he likes you."

"I think you're delusional."

"Think about it. He messes with you all the time. He only comes around here when you're the only one in. Plus, you're gorgeous, Cass! I can name at least five guys who like you!"

"Go on, then."

"Leo Valdez-"

"He likes everybody."

"-Pollux, Malcolm, Mark-"

"The Ares kid?"

"Yeah. Anyway. And Mitchell."

"A son of Aphrodite likes me?" I laugh. "Yeah. Sure."

"And, of course, Connor."

"Connor doesn't like me!" I exclaim.

"Even Piper knows he does," she smirks and I face-palm.

"Gods, you're annoying," I mutter.

"Thank you," Muse says, smiling proudly. "Blame the Iris kids."

I grimace. The Iris kids are highly annoying. Sometimes I wonder if they're constantly high.

"I'm going for a walk," I decide, grabbing my bow and quiver.

"Have fun!" she says, laughing at some joke only she knows.

I roll my eyes and leave the cabin, my brown hair blowing slightly in the wind. I look fairly similar to everyone else in my cabin. A few, like Will, have Dad's hair, skin tone, and eyes. Others, like me, have one of the three. I have chestnut brown hair, light olive skin, and my dad's crystal blue eyes.

We all share his amazing archery, music, and healing abilities. We can also curse people to speak in only poems for months on end. We're underestimated, but very powerful. Every couple decades, Apollo chooses one of his children to bear the gift of prophecy. And none of his children ever got his power over light.

Well, none of them except me. Light is a really cool power, actually. I can blind people permanently or temporarily. I can turn invisible. I can manipulate the Mist. I also was chosen to have the gift of prophecy. Both gifts my father specifically chose me for.

I'm dangerous, to say the least.

I go to the archery range and set up at my usual target. I pull an arrow back and fire it, watching it easily sail into the center of the bullseye. Just as it always does.

I think of my namesake, Cassandra of Troy. A cursed name, a name spoken with distaste. Apollo named me after her not only to remind me not to make her mistakes, but also to remind me what would happen if I did. It wasn't a curse to name me that, but a gift. A very generous gift.

It constantly reminds me not to deny a god.

Thank Hades gods don't pursue demigods.

"Cass?" Connor's voice asks and I turn.

"Hey Connor," I smile.

"So, uh, you know how the fireworks are coming up?" he asks nervously.

"Yeah," I laugh. "I only went the first year I was here."

"Well, uh, maybe you would, um, want to go to them with me?"

I look at him, shocked.

"Like, as a date?"

"Yeah." He quickly adds, "But only if you want it to be a date."

I can't help but smile. Muse was right.

"Sure," I reply, walking over to him. "I'd love for it to be a date."

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