Pandora was a duchess but you would never expect such a fact by the way the townspeople treated her. She was not royalty but her father had been closely bonded with the king until his death long ago.
The townspeople however thought of her as a bad omen, a walking nightmare. Bad luck followed wherever she went and they knew she was hiding something from them, something dire but they could never prove it.
Pandora sat on a bench, the citizens of the town walking swiftly by her. The ones with shops set up eyed her angrily and worryingly. She sighed and pulled her rosy hair to the front of her chest and began to stroke it in a tense habit.
She knew bad luck followed her but it was something that she had no power over. It was a curse set upon her for a bad deed that she had done as a child. It was a secret she kept locked inside of her mind, never wishing to let it out for the world to know.
She was not as innocent as people assumed her to be. They assumed she was just bad luck, which was true but the extent of the influence she held over these people was far greater than any of them could ever imagine. They were mere toys in this puppet game and she was the manipulator. They all treated her so cruelly, judging her by just the misfortune that clung itself to her body. They had no inkling that she could take away their lives, grant wishes, just as easily as she could take them away.
“What are you doing here, duchess?”
Pandora looked at a man that was peering down at her, she tried to hold her composure,
“My name is Pandora.” She said, responding sourly back to his comment. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal but the way he said that sentence and the look he gave her gave off no warm glow.
The man chuckled and leaned close to her stroking her soft hair, “You know what everyone says about you don’t you? I can prove them wrong for you, for a price.” He finished, rubbing her face now.
Pandora closed her eyes, trying desperately to keep the power within her closed. She could feel the curse set upon her begin to pulsate within her body. Ready to wreak havoc upon this man, although she did not want to hurt him, the way he was treating her, he was begging to be put into place.
“How dare you offer such a disgusting proposal. I would never do anything with you. Get away from me now, otherwise you will regret it.”
The man laughed and went to touch her again but a woman grabbed him, “Joshua, don’t you dare touch her. She asked you to stop, what are you thinking? She is royalty.”
Joshua growled, “She is not royalty, she is just a bad omen.” He pulled away from his mother and they walked away leaving Pandora there to sizzle in anger. The woman had not even made any eye contact with her, as if she really was only trouble.
She couldn’t understand why all these people thought it okay to call her out to her face and then think that nothing bad was going to happen to them. She turned her gaze over towards the man and narrowed her eyes and a small trail of red dust appeared in her hand, it slithered out onto the ground and crawled over towards the man, ran up his leg and into his body.
She cunningly smiled and turned back towards all the people staring at her so evilly. She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a pair of scissors and began to twirl them around in the air, toying with the naïve humans. They treated her like she was someone that deserved to be killed. Well, that could be deemed true if they knew the kind of person she really was.
“You should be ashamed of what you become, not boastful.” A cold and yet caring voice said from behind her.
Pandora looked behind her back and froze. It was the woman, the enchantress that had cast the spell on her to begin with.
She stood up slowly, “What are you doing here? You have no idea the kind of pain I have to go through every day. To see and hear all the people when I walk by, thinking that I am so unlike any of them.”
The magical being just began to walk away as she spoke, walking back into the cover of the trees, “Your life would not be as well off if people knew of your power.”
Pandora swiftly stood up, her pink dress rippled against the wind. She pushed it down and shoved her scissors back into her dress pocket and was at the heels of the one that had changed her.
“Please, you wouldn’t do something as that! To tell everyone, especially the king of what I have become.”
The woman continued to walk away, leading Pandora deeper into the woods, “I think they would be more interested to know that you killed your own parents so you could become a duchess. Yet, because you are the thirteen duchesses and that number is deemed to be bad luck you were destined to be punished.”
Pandora rolled her eyes, “No one would believe you if you told them you know. I have the power to kill anyone who disrespects me.”
“As you did to that young man just now?” the woman started, “To send a curse into his body, an awful one that will make him suffer all night until his death? You are truly a sheep in wolfs clothing my young Pandora.”
Pandora shrugged, “Who cares. It is not as if any of these townspeople respect me. They all talk behind my back and they did that before I even started having this bad luck trail me everywhere. Thanks to you. If you looked down on what I did as a child, why grant me such a power to do anything I wish with magic?”
“I did it to show you that, although you think you can be invincible there is always someone that can take you down.”
Pandora giggled delicately, “No one can take me down, witch. You know that.”
The enchantress shook her head and pointed her finger to where Pandora had been sitting moments before.
“Look over there,” she started and as Pandora followed her gaze she saw a woman with black hair. Her long crimson colored dress stuck out in the crowd just like Pandora’s pink gown did. The woman had a red eye patch over one of her eyes with a gold cross engraved upon it.
Pandora growled as she saw all the men fawning over her. The woman turned from the men and looked straight into Pandora’s eyes. Pandora could see the ominous glow of power ripple around the body of the rival. The woman narrowed her eyes and let a smirk creep over her face, taunting and challenging Pandora.
“Who is she?” Pandora rumbled.
The enchantress hummed in pleasure, “Well, Pandora the Duchess of Death. Meet Lamia, the Mother of Darkness.”