ironic; Pandora finds a box, like the Greek legend. will she open it?
The box
CHAPTER
1
Well, rules are rules. What happens when you break them?
Hi. I’m Anesidora. My nickname is (ironically) Pandora. I was given this name, see, because I was mischievous and broke the rules. I am 45 years old now, but I’m telling an old story, my story, about me and a box. I’d also like to say, ironically, I wasn’t supposed to open the box. Now that I’m telling this, my childhood was really ironic. Anyways, let’s get on with the story.
I was about 9, turning 10 in a few months when it happened. I am (you guessed it) a mermaid, the most curious one. People would say that my name means “she who sends up gifts” (up implying “from below” within the earth). My mom had died and my dad was the king of the sea. (Wow, my life is basically Ariel, but with Greek mythology and hidden boxes) The guards had found a box from her death. My father had told me and my sis to NEVER, EVER, FOREVER open that box. When my sis became of age to leave and become a ruler of another kingdom, I was left by myself with my dad.
The day when I became 10 was when faith had been put to use. I was on a rock, my fins showing, drawing a self-portrait with the seaweed. Here is what it was:
I had spotted a glittering item in the waters, in my dad’s room.
Because of his “kingly matters”, he wasn’t home a lot. I dived into the room from the roof (let me give you the gist; we live in biggest coral in the reef, and it has holes. On the roof, the doorways, everywhere. Yet, there was peace and privacy in the rooms) and swam to the box. Out of curiosity, I opened the box.
The thing is, I had officially turned ten the second I opened the box.

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Chapter 2

Sooo... umm.. yeah, dad.. I opened a deadly box that you told me not to open.. hope your okay with that.. yep... (please don’t disown me)

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