A famous, now dead, Greek poet once spoke of me. In the Iliad, he said I was the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. All well and good.
Then, one of the gods noticed me. Apollo, actually. You know, gods can be like frat boys...they get all cranky when you won't let them touch you. When he figured out that I wasn't taking off my toga just because he had an important father and a golden chariot...he decreed that all of my prophesies would be true...but none of them believed. I told you he was cranky.
The immortal thing...well, that's a story for another time. So, bring me your questions, your pleas, your burdened hearts aching for solace...and I'll tell you the truth and you can feel free to ignore it. After all, look at how well Troy did when they didn't believe me about the horse.
Icon taken from a painting entitled "Cassandra" by Dr. Minz...who has some other really groovy art up at his online gallery.