Category: Who am I?


Count your blessings

Dori’s scream of anguish hadn’t done it justice, nor had the steady stream of tears.  All they had done was leave her hoarse and salt crusted as she clutched at the broken mess in her arms.  Ep swore he hadn’t meant to break it, but she had seen the way he looked at it.

Dori had always referred to it as “her box of treasures” never thinking a thing about it, but Ep’s eyes had gone round and wide at the offhand mention of treasure.  It was a look which was not lost on Dori.  So she kept the tiny coffer near her when she was home and put it out if sight when she was gone.  Hoping that Ep would leave it alone.  However, curiosity is one of the unstoppable forces in the world which, unfortunately, only grows.

Dori looked at what was left of the small hand carved wooden box.  The lid hung at an angle, the panels were all cracked, and the contents…were scattered to the winds.  She ran her thumb over the small inscription that ran along the bottom, a secret remembrance of her mother.

When you count your blessings leave hope for last.

The shadow of a smile shone through and Dori’s tears finally abated.  Yes trust, restraint, and good grace had vanished as soon as the first splinters appeared, but hope remained even now.

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I based this re-telling of Pandora’s Box on Aesop’s Fable where in the husband not the wife opens the box allowing all the good and useful things to escape back to Olympus (as seen on http://www.theoi.com).  I hope you enjoyed the story and the new perspective.

Aesop, Fables 526 (from Babrius 58) (trans. Gibbs) (Greek fable C6th B.C.) : “Zeus gathered all the useful things together in a jar and put a lid on it. He then left the jar in human hands. But man had no self-control and he wanted to know what was in that jar, so he pushed the lid aside, letting those things go back to the abode of the gods. So all the good things flew away, soaring high above the earth, and Elpis (Hope) was the only thing left. When the lid was put back on the jar, Elpis (Hope) was kept inside. That is why Elpis (Hope) alone is still found among the people, promising that she will bestow on each of us the good things that have gone away.” [N.B. By “in human hands,” the story of Pandora delivering the jar to mankind is implied. However, in this version it is apparently the husband who opens it.]

There would come a time when the boy must die, he thought, but he doubted if he would receive much help on that account.  That they loved him was apparent as he caught a stolen glance of the boy from the window he was passing.  Then again good of any kind always looks more pure when set against as dark a backdrop as recent events had caused.  For now the boy would serve as a figure head, a symbol that peace was not only obtainable but imminent.  His face was a study of calm happiness as he walked through the stone corridors.  The facade he must always keep in place so no one would ever suspect that even he suffered from self doubt, from time to time.  He knew eyes and ears followed him wherever he went, was even use to it, but they wouldn’t catch him falter.  He had been living his lies for so long now he almost believed them himself, but buried under the titles and council position was truth.  He would do anything to stop the destruction of the world he had spent a lifetime trying to create to atone for his sins.

Behind his solid door and heavy table he finally removed the roll of parchment from his billowing sleeve.  All day he had wanted to look but there had been pretenses to maintain.  It was the news he had feared.  He would have liked to call out for strength but there was no religion in this world which could undo what needed to be done.  So instead he whispered, to the shadow in the corner, sending one of his many messengers on their way.  Weariness pulled at him, but this wasn’t a time for sitting comfortably.  This was going to require all of his mental acuity and persuasiveness, or the dangerous game they were playing at was likely to have no winner.  As the door opened he reminded himself that this his grandest performance could have no end, I must wear it as a mantel even unto death.  “Please come in there is something I must ask of you…”

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Can you guess who the He is in my story?  I would love to read your guesses and reasoning behind them 8D. I will post the correct answer on Wednesday morning.

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