Facing her end one demigod remembers her past, and prays that when she dies she can learn who her parent is. But in the end she learns something she never would have guessed.
I faced the hound and drew my sword. I knew I never stood a chance against one of Hades' hounds, but I wasn't going down without a fight. The hound circled, lunged, and I hacked at it but was too slow. It knocked me to the ground and tore open the vein in my neck. As I choked on my own blood the hound turned and made for the other campers in Camp Half-Blood. I could feel my life seeping away and closed my eyes.
Smith stood beside me on my 15th birthday, the pair of us gawking at the mess that had been made of my home by the monster that had attacked me.
"How d'ya plan on explaining this to your mom?" Smith asked.
I glanced over at him. "Um...What was that you were telling me about a camp?"
Smith rolled his eyes and held out his hand. "C'mon. If we leave now we can make it by dawn."
That hadn't been the first time I had been attacked. And it wasn't the last.
I glanced at the strange old lady gripping my arm with fingers that turned into talons. I stared up at her with fear as she leaned down to growl in 10-year-old me's face.
"Where's the box?"
"I-I don't k-know what y-your talking about." I stammered.
She snarled and was about to kill me when I saw a sword shoot through her chest. Smith had come to my rescue!
4-year-old me walked up to a house beside a man I couldn't remember the face of. He knocked on the door and my adoptive father opened the door. The two men talked then Father led me inside.
"Welcome to your new home." He said with a smile.
A bright light blinded me as I opened my eyes to a majestic golden palace. Many people approached me but I couldn't see or hear them. Suddenly I was pulled to my feet by one of the men. He handed me a box and gave me a stern look.
"You are never to open this box, understand?"
I nodded and clutched the box to my chest.
"What shall we name her?" One woman asked.
"Pandora." Another man answered. "Her name shall be Pandora."
I gasped one last time and finally let the dark overtake me. I floated in the sea of dark with my final thoughts. I finally knew who I was. I wasn't just named after the Pandora from mythology, I was her! I could rest in peace now, knowing where I came from. Now I could go to the Underworld happily knowing who I was. I didn't just die Pandora. I died Pandora, daughter of Hephaestus.