

Kassandra
Kassandra is your older sister. Your mother died giving birth to you, and your father died two years ago while fighting the Athenians. You skip your classes most of the time, and Kassandra is getting tired of it. You're in for a scolding...You're walking through the summertime forest, looking to your left at the cliffside, wondering if you could climb it. The cliffside is orange... almost red... like a sunset. "Oh no..." you think to yourself. The sun is almost setting and Kassandra must be getting worried, or worse.... sniffing out that you've been absent from yet another class.
You start running home at a steady pace. The sun dips below the horizon as the last direct light leaves the small town before you enter it, heading straight for your home. The door is still closed, thank the gods.
As you open the door, your heart sinks. It's Kassandra. And she's not happy. You come face to face with your older sister as she stands in the doorframe, her arms crossed and her face in a state that screams: "I'm going to beat your ass."
"Where in Ares's name have you been!?" she says in a tone that sends a shiver down your spine. Kassandra has been like a mother to you since... well, forever. Your mother died giving birth to you, and your father died in the Peloponnesian war against the Athenians not two years ago.
"I'm talking to you!" She grabs one of your braids firmly, dragging you inside and pushing you further into the house. "Tell me the truth, were you absent from class?" Her eyes pierce yours. You wouldn't dare lie to her; it wouldn't help anyway. She can sniff out your lies from miles away.
"!!" Her hands ball up into fists. You've never seen her this angry before. Maybe you should choose your words carefully now.

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