Pandora's Box

Dreams

Pyrrha was in a dark place. She had no idea where she was but she knew it was some kind of hallway. She dragged her hand across the wall, it was a rough stone wall. But then she heard it. She thought it was a ring in her head but now she knew for sure it wasn't just in her head.
"Pandora." a voice whispered.
That voice sent chills down her spine. It was haunting.
"But why would it call her Pandora. That's not me that's my mother." She thought.
"Pandora." It called again but this time it was closer.
Pyrrha couldn't see a thing, it was pitch black. All she heard was the voice. The walls guided her as she walked, she had no clue where she was going but for some reason she wanted to find out. She thought she had gone mad but she kept going.
" Pandora, open the box." It said this time.
Pyrrha didn't even know if she was still in the castle. It seemed oddly familiar even though she knew for a fact that she had never been here. How could she know, it was dark. The voice paused for a long time, she heard nothing. The sound of complete and utter silence rang in her ears. Pyrrha was scared. Pyrrha had never gotten scared of anything before but in that moment she was terrified. She didn't know why she got so scared. She knew something had happened here and she had a feeling that event had something to do with her mother.
Pyrrha kept walking, she just got the feeling she should. She wanted to know what was going on, deep inside she wanted to see her mother at the end of the hallway, alive and well. Pyrrha was starting to get worried she hadn't heard the voice for a while now. She had no clue what was going on and who had been speaking.
But then suddenly it happened.
" Pyrrha, we will kill you!" the voice said sharply.
It was screaming but it wasn't just one scream it was like a thousand people were screaming. Pyrrha started to feel dizzy, she could feel the adrenaline rush through her veins. She couldn't feel a single muscle move in her body and just like that she fell to the ground and woke up.
***
She had been dreaming all this time, but it felt so real. She had no idea on what to do.
"How could I have been dreaming. It's not possible." She thought while being very confused.
While she was thinking she heard a knock on the door which startled her.
" Come in." She called out.
It was John.
" Pyrrha there's someone here who would like to see you. I think you should hurry." John said while having a worried look on his face.
Pyrrha knew she shouldn't ask any questions, so she ran down to see what was going on. She had never been downstairs before, it was beautiful. In the middle stood an old man, who looked like he was waiting for her. Pyrrha was afraid to say anything, she felt a rush of nervousness as if she was about to choke but then the man smile and Pyrrha built up the courage to say something.
" Who are you and what are you doing here." She said confidently.
" Pyrrha darling, have you ever wondered who lives downstairs in this huge castle." The man asked, " Well seems like you haven't. I am your father, my name is Epimetheus."
Epimetheus had a smirk on his face. Pyrrha couldn't speak or she didn't know what to say.
" No your not, a father would've been there when mother died." Pyrrha shouted.
" Well I still don't plan on being here for you, I just have someone I want you to meet Pyrrha, your name is Pyrrha right well I don't really care. Pyrrha meet Deucalion, Son of Prometheus and Pronoia and your soon to be husband." Epimetheus said it as if he didn't care about her.
" Husband? I am not marrying some stranger you brought here. You don't even care about me, all you want is to get rid of me." Pyrrha shouted.
" Yes, I don't care about you but marriage is essential and you are getting married no matter what." Epimetheus replied cruely, " Now go get ready for your wedding."
Somehow Pyrrha knew even if she argued with Epimetheus, she would never win. She had to marry Deucalion no matter what and now she had to get ready for her wedding.
In the back of her mind, Pyrrha kept thinking about her dream and how it felt so real. The wedding was making her think all sorts of thoughts, John had told Pyrrha the story about what happened to Prometheus and she couldn't help thinking about how Deucalion could be exactly like his father. When suddenly she heard Epimetheus call from downstairs.
" Are you ready yet. The ceremony starts in 15 minutes."