The modern War of Troy.

Not turning around, the pulsating light beating like her heart. She knew what it was, who it was, thus she let the first words tumble from her mouth. "That was fucked."

That was free will.

Images flicker, all of them of bullest, words, people, and tears. "This is the war of Troy all over again." She whipered.

For you it is...so this time you must win.

"There are no more demi-gods or heros in this age." She countered.

You're wrong. You are all the heros you need.

"Then who plays Cassandra?"

The ones that fell before did.