Slowly she pushed herself to her feet and edged her way to stand above the awesome drop. To test the truth of them, all she had to do was take a single step forward. If she fell to her death on the jagged rocks, then they were false, for there would be no winter journey to Thera, no flight into the midday sky, no roaring thunder and the end of worlds. Troy might survive, and Hektor might live to be a great king.
Just one step…
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and stepped forward.
Rough hands grabbed her, hauling her back from the precipice.
“What are you doing?” asked a young shepherd boy, holding tight to her arms.
Kassandra did not answer him.
The journey to Thera would be long—and full of perils.