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Pandora’s Coffin
How could one girl be the key to saving the world?
The myth went that Pandora let loose all the evils of the world by opening the forbidden box granted to her by the gods.
But no. I was there. I saw a different story take shape.
Beautiful Pandora — one mistake of angering the gods had ruined her life for all eternity.
In the shadow of Olympus she lies in a glass coffin, her hands crossed over her chest, no sign of breath from her sleeping form.
The Council decided what her fate would be before she could even lift a finger and let loose anything that might destroy the gods’ playground, ripe as it was for decadence and deceit alike.
Pandora looked like an angel from a legend, but the only thing that kept all her demons at bay was the power of the gods.
For a small eternity I watched over her and stood guard at the entrance to her forever resting place. Each day I looked down at her, partly out of duty and partly out of a want for her to awaken just for me. Humans came and went, their gazes lingering on her form, but she was only of mock curiosity to them.
Pandora was no god, but sometimes humans arrived on quests and pilgrimages just to see her. Some would pray in front of her, whispering chants of…
