❝you fell in love with my flowers but not my roots, so when autumn came you didn't know what to do.❞
━ in which the two embark on a mission
that would change their lives forever.
ANAKIN SKYWALKER ━ STAR WARS.
𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ━ PANDORA MAËL
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PANDORA'S BOX i. NO HONOR AMONG THIEVES ❝TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK.❞
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THE UNIVERSE WAS SPEAKING and it seemed as if Pandora Maël was the only one who could hear the silent shrieks of the dark matter that tied together time and space. It buzzed in her ears, causing the dark-haired woman to wince at seemingly nothing as she rubbed her temples to alleviate some of the pain. Even the sea of voices from the tavern could not distract her from the wiry echo, screaming at her as it demanded to be heard. If only it would stop. But, it never does. Pandora had grown to tolerate, having heard the noises since she was a young girl. The band of Thieves that raised her used to think she was mad and perhaps, dropped too many times on the head as a baby by them. They figured the voices would disappear eventually, but they worsened with time. Some days, Pandora could handle it as the universe quieted down enough. But, some days, it paralyzed Pandora to the point where she could do nothing but clutch her ears and try to scream louder than the universe. Today, it was itching toward the unbearable, the clamor of people around her seemed to make it worse as she swallowed down as much alcohol her wallet would allow her to buy. Yet, the universe continued to plead for her to listen, to take action. But, she was the wrong person to call out to. She wasn't one to extend a hand to help. No, she would be the one to step onto someone's fingers to assure they would fall to their death much quicker so she would be the only one victorious.
It was the same mindset that had allowed Pandora to survive. For years, she had to put herself first if she wanted even a shot at life. Her "family" of thieves that had raised her were relentless, teaching her from a young age that if she wasn't fast or brutal enough, she wouldn't get a scrap to eat. Being used to fighting for the basic necessities, it made her cruel and heartless. But, it was the only way Pandora knew how to survive. And, it was the only way she knew how to continue her pathetic excuse of a life. Her dampening thoughts only made it easier for her to drown in hard liquor ━━ the only thing that seemed to give her some reason to live.
"They've tightened security since the last time," a hushed voice brought Pandora out of her thoughts, making her pause mid-sip. The voice had sounded clear as day, making the screaming in her ears to quiet down to a soft hum. She stole a glance to her right, staring at the group of four dressed in brown attire. They blended in with their surroundings, but a closer look told her that there was much more to them than meets the eye. It was a woman speaking, tall with short black hair with sharp features and a vicious scar running down her face. "If we couldn't get to it then, what makes you think we can get it this time?"
"Well, we do have a better layout of the building," another woman, shorter than the others with hair the color of a yellow sun, said as she pulled out a scroll from her pack. She rolled it out against the table, making the others crowd around it to take a closer look. Pandora was unable to see the contents of the paper, but she still listened. "If we do this smart and fast, we can hit them before they even realize we're there."
