Time After Time (A Joe Trohman Fic)

Greece 432 B.C.

Notes:

Some vocabulary words that you will need to know for this:

iereía-priestess
Kýrie-sir
ómorfo-beautiful one
Kaliméra-Good morning
pórni-prostitute
Patéras-Father
agápi mou-my love

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Pandora walked toward the temple shakily. She was set to begin her training as a priestess for the goddess Demeter. She had not had a marriage petition in over a year, and as such, her father thought it best that she find something to take up her days. He had always been a kind man to her, his only daughter out of eight children. Her mother had died when she was only 3, and her father had been devastated. He had spoiled Pandora every day since then. She was the family's last link to her dearly departed mother, and as such, she was allowed to do anything she wished. That was something that was frowned upon in their society. They had taught her to read, write, play music, and she was even allowed to speak freely at home. They all called her lígo polýtimon líthon, or little gemstone because she shone like a diamond.

She had never wanted for anything until she had turned 15. As an eligible Greek woman, she had begun to get petitions for marriage, but her father always found one reason or another for her to not be married off to any of the potential husbands, and as such, he turned them all away. Her 16th year had not been any better. Her brothers had sent all of her potential mates away that year. They seemed to be against the idea of her marrying anyone. That was the year that her father fell ill, and she did the proper thing and nursed him back to health. She still kept her dreams of finding a husband like all of her friends had, though. They had all been married off the prior year and had started their families. Oh, how she longed for children. She longed for a husband. She longed for something more, so when this year had come, she had hoped for the best. That is until she realized that she was not getting any petitions this time around. Her father and brothers had made sure that no one would want her. She had moped around the house, a hollow shell of her former self until her father had had enough. He spoke to the priestesses of the temple and now here she was, the day that would start her new life. She now had a purpose, and it scared her more than anything.

She looked around at the white pillars at the entrance of the temple in awe. They looked so ethereal. She had always been a faithful follower of Demeter, so she did find a sort of odd comfort entering the temple. Her senses went into overload as the fragrant smell of burning herbs hit her nostrils hard. It wasn't an altogether unpleasant smell, just very strong. Pandora was ushered into a small hallway where she was to wash thoroughly and dress in the rich purple robes that had been laid out for her. Once she had readied herself, her training officially began.

In the weeks that followed, Pandora learned all that she could about her new role as a priestess. To be completely honest, she loved serving Demeter. She was allowed to go home every day if she chose to, she had been able to make friends, and she had even been able to stop grieving about being 'unmarriageable'. Her marriage problems had disappeared, until the day that she met Castor Katsaros. He was such a beautiful man. His skin was a rich golden color, he had the clearest blue eyes and the most beautiful wavy hair. She was immediately smitten with him.

The day that she met Castor was like every other day. She had finished her duties at the temple and was headed along the path toward her home. She walked by the temple of Dionysus as usual on her way home, but she did not see the young man who exited in such a rush that he knocked into Pandora, sending her into the dirt and stones along the path.

"Pardon me iereía! I did not see where I was going." He said as he helped her up.

"No no, Kýrie, the fault is all mine. I should have been watching where I walk."