Disclaimer: I don't own any ideas by Rick Riordan. Any idea that is different from his is mine.
Prologue
I paced next to an elaborate gold vase that Hermes had given me as a wedding present, the same my father, Zeus, had forbade me to open it. A strand of reddish brown hair fell in front of my eyes as I stared at the vase, keeping quite as my husband Epimetheus lay asleep in our bedroom. A peek wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? I crept slowly to the vase, not wanting to wake Epimetheus.
The vase was greatly adorned in gems and gold, small but beautiful. I knelt down near it, looking around making sure no one was around. Taking a deep breath, I placed my hands on the lid, slowly opening it. Dark light exploded from within, the heat and pressure making me fly back as what could only be described as pure evil flew out of the small vase. Demons of all shapes, plagues and diseases, greed and jealousy, and much, much more terrible things all flew out like winged creatures, some like an oil, thick and black.
The last thing that came out was a golden light, one that shone with warmth were the others had been cold or a burning fire like that found in Hades. I knew it was elipse, or hope, as it started drifting off after the demons of evil. I ran over to the vase and slammed it shut, falling to my knees as I began to weep. Epimetheus woke up and found me sobbing, taking me in his arms as he rocked me back and forth.
"What happened?" he asked quietly. I didn't get the chance to tell him because thunder shook our home. Lightening cracked and there stood my father, the all mighty Zeus.
His black hair was streaked with marble grey, and he had a well-trimmed beard. His rainy grey eyes were full of disappointment and anger as he looked down upon me. He wore a brilliant white toga, his aura crackling like the lightning he controlled.
"Pandora, what have you done?" His voice booming throughout the house.
"My father, I have opened the box that you forbade me to," I said shamefully.
"That is not all you have done; you have let evil upon your own kind. You have let out demons from hell, plagues and sickness, greed, and pride." He glared down, eyes never wavering or showing the slightest hint of sympathy. After a touch of silence to let his words sink in, he said, "The only good thing out of all of this is that you have let out a shard of hope, which may or may not help the world.
"Because of your foolishness, I curse you to fight the evil you have let out. You and all your daughters until your family line ends will face the same temptation you have faced as well as fight until one has faced the temptation and not fallen into it. There shall be no one to help you. The gods will give you weapons and training which you will teach your daughters, but that is it. You deserve far less than that, but without our help, you will be hopeless."
"Yes my father." I knew I couldn't argue against him, so I stood there not looking at him with my eyes downcast, thinking over the curse.
For now on, until one had not fallen to temptation such as I did, my daughters were cursed. I was the cause of this pain. I hadn't been able to give them a good life. I gave them a cursed life.
I lifted my chin up, coming to realize I coming to realize I was time to act, and act I would. I narrowed my eyes and stood straighter, shrugging my husband's hand off my arm as I looked up at my father.
"I am ready to pay for my sin, father."
"You shall, Pandora," he said, almost amused as he smiled down at me with no humor visible. "You shall."
A/N: This is my first fan fiction. The prologue is from the time when Greece was at its best. The rest of the story will pick up after "The Last Olympian" and before "The Lost Hero". Hope you like it. Also, thank you Witchy Nike for the cover.
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Midnight Zoe