Pandora's Box

Hope

It was dark. It had been that way since the box was opened, fires started outside out of nowhere. Lightning struck all the time, the skies were blood red. Pandora hadn't seen the blue sky in weeks, since it had been almost a month since the box was opened.

  Pandora was with Prrhya, she was worried about her future. What if the spirits never go away? The spirits are going to ruin any new generations time. It was the start of the Bronze Age but they didn't know anything then, the next generation would find that out.

  Epimetheus was always out, soldiers were trying to end this once and for all while all Pandora could do was sit there and look out the window. She saw different things all the time but the fighting was always there. She saw a man he was wounded. His face was bloody from all the cuts, something was scratching him on his face but nobody saw what it was. He would turn left and then right looking for the thing doing that but all he could find was himself getting hurt even more.

  Pandora could not stop thinking about the future, she knew she ruined everyone's life but she could help but opening the box. She would play every moment in her head again and again, making her feel worse about what she had done. I could've just left it alone, why did I have to open it? I just had to ruin everyone's life including Pyrrha's, what kind of mother am I? It was amazing how guilt could eat you up inside but on the outside it seems like nothing happened. She felt that everyone should be blaming her and all the soldiers wouldn't be harmed if she had just avoided the box.

  The nightmares would haunt her every night. All she could think about was night she opened the box, she didn't even know what she was doing. It was like something had possessed her and it was like she didn't have control over her mind at that time. She would play every second in her mind again and again until she would start to burst out in tears. She would think of Epimetheus working so hard and John was probably dead by now which would make her want to throw up.
People in the castle told her to keep hoping for the best but she didn't know how to hope for anything anymore. She felt like a burden on everyone and it was to much for her to handle. She kept getting the feeling that Pyrrha would have to grow up this way but Pandora didn't have a clue of what was to come.

  She stopped roaming around the halls, she would sit in her room with Pyrrha and stare out the window for days until those days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months and it wasn't long before those months turned into years. Pandora had gone insane.

Epimetheus wouldn't even look at her, he thought would be best to keep her away from the rest of the men. Pyrrha would stay with Pandora, she had grown up while her mother was too busy staring out the window. According to Pandora, Pyrrha was still a baby but Pyrrha was 5 years old.

  A male servant would come in to feed, dress and talk to Pyrrha which kept her healthy and partially happy. Pandora never noticed the male servant, she was too busy staring out the window. She knew she had committed a sin which lead her to think she didn't deserve happiness.

  Pyrrha on the other had knew her mom was in there somewhere, she would talk to her like Pandora was actually listening but Pandora couldn't hear a word her 5 years old was saying. Pandora sat there like a corpse. She never moved, never heard anything and she never even spoke. The male servant would have to feed her himself so that she wouldn't actually die but she never noticed anything. Perhaps, if she did notice things she wouldn't be like this. She would be the old Pandora, the happy one. The one that was full of life and Pyrrha would've had an amazing childhood with a parent but that never happened.

  It was like Pandora was dead but she was perfectly fine. She was healthy but she wasn't fine emotionally. Pyrrha would sit there and fantasize about her mother and she would be the greatest person alive and one day she would actually talk back. Pyrrha never lost hope. Even when everybody thought they were doomed Pyrrha never did think the same way.

  Pyrrha was exactly like Pandora when she was in all consciousness. Pyrrha was joyful, energetic and extremely gorgeous. She was the first mortal child ever and she was the daughter of Pandora so, she was very special.

The male servant kept Pyrrha going, he would tell her stories about Pandora and how she was the happiest person he knew.

"She was an amazing mother and she loved you so much." He would tell her everyday when he came in.

Pyrrha would look forward to him coming in. He knew Pandora very well and he would tell her everything he knew. And his name was John.