Pandora's Box

Pandora

John had taken care of Pyrrha until she was old enough to take care of herself. They let her leave the room after she was in after she was 13, but she would visit her mother at least once in the day. So just like that Pyrrha grew up and Pandora grew older but Pandora never moved.

  Now Pyrrha was 21 years old which meant that the war had been going on for 20 years and Pandora was still not moving.

  One morning Pyrrha had just come up to her mother who was old now. She was talking to her because Pyrrha thought her mom was still listening to her when suddenly Pandora moved. She turned to Pyrrha.

  "My child, you are the best thing that ever happened to me," Pandora told her daughter while sobbing " I love you my child."

" Mama" Pyrrha cried while Pandora closed her eyes, "No No No No, please no!"

And just like that Pandora had died after 20 years of wasting her life she had finally found peace. Of course, rumors had spread about what happened to her. Some said that Epimetheus paralyzed her and when she tried to say something he killed her. But others say that she was always the messenger and was sent to protect us from the war but wasn't successful so she left and went back to the gods.

  Pyrrha knew the first one wasn't true but the she wasn't so sure about the second one. She never knew her mother so how would she know if Pandora was mean or sweet. Pyrrha honestly didn't even feel anything about her mother's death because she always knew her mother as the woman who sat next to the window. She did sit next to her everyday but there she was talking to a corpse like human.

"But why wouldn't she want to spend time with her daughter if she was an angel?" Pyrrha wondered, "An angel is suppose to take care of people? Then why didn't she take care of me, her own child. She just sat there for 20 years, some angel."

Pyrrha now kept thinking bad thoughts and good ones about her mother, she didn't even know if she should call Pandora her mother. She thought about how even goddess mothers are there for their children and the first mortal mother couldn't even do that.

Pyrrha didn't want to be anything like her mother but slowly thinking about Pandora she was turning into Pandora. She sat in the place where her mother sat for 20 years. She wore a white dress with a flower crown and her auburn locks hanging out. She kept thinking about her. Suddenly John came in and saw her sitting there still.

"Aye mate, get up now it's time to eat supper." John called out.

Pyrrha didn't reply, she just sat their.

"Pyrrha, Pyrrha!" John shouted after looking at her, " Oh no no, I lost your mother like this 20 years ago but I am not losing you!

John shook her and when that didn't work her threw water on her. That's how John the old servant pulled Pyrrha out of the trance she was in.

"What... What happened to me?" Pyrrha asked John

"You almost ended up like your mother. You were sitting the exactly like her, it was almost like you were Pandora." John said sadly.

"She's the last person I want end up like!" Pyrrha replied angrily.

" NO, don't say that! Your mother was the best person I had ever met, she was different and that's what I liked about her." John told Pyrrha

"Well not for me. All she did was sit there." Pyrrha exclaimed, "She was suppose to be a good mother but it was like she didn't even think about me!"

"Trust me, you're all she thought about." John said calmly.

"I don't get it, sometimes I feel like she sat like that because of me. Maybe she couldn't take the pressure of having a child. What if she just wanted to get rid of me." Pyrrha sobbed

" Don't even think for a second that your mother thought of you as a burden! You were the best thing that ever happened to her. She loved you very much." John replied.

"Then why'd she do it, why couldn't she stay sane? What drove her mad?" Pyrrha asked John.

John looked at her with a sad look as if he knew something.

"What do you know? I deserve to know, she ruined my life and hers. She would want me to know." Pyrrha begged.

" Ok fine, I will tell you but you cannot tell a single soul. Your mother..." John hesitated, "Pandora is the reason this very war is happening."

"That can't be possible how can she create a war? She's was just a mortal woman."

"You're going to need to sit down for this. It's a long story."

They both sat down and John began to tell her the story of how Pandora opened the box and after that went insane.

" I never thought..." Pyrrha began "Wow, she really had a good reason didn't she?"

" Nobody ever has a good reason to go insane Pyrrha, Pandora needed to understand that there were people here for her." John explained.

" So it wasn't because of me?" Pyrrha said as if she was relieved.

" It would never be because of you Pyrrha, you need to understand that your mother loved you more than you could imagine." John replied reassuringly, " Well now that you know I have go back to work and Pyrrha you know that I am always here for you right?"

" Yea, I know." She confirmed, " Thank you for telling me the story about mother."

John smiled and left. Talking to John was exactly what Pyrrha needed. He knew her mother and it was nice to have someone to talk to about her. Though he wouldn't be around long she wanted to stay with him for the rest of her life. He was the closest she had to a parent all her life and she loved him for treating her like his own child.

After what John said she couldn't take her mind of the subject. She was relieved to hear why her mother went insane because all her life she had a feeling it was because of her but it wasn't. That thought made her feel better as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.