Edit: To keep things organized, I am implementing a Table of Contents, cause I always thought it was something that could be useful on topics like this when they start getting longer. Seeing as we are starting to get going, I'll use it now so it doesn't take forever to make later.
Book 1: Beginning of the End.
Ch1: It was all a Dream
Ch2: It all falls down
Ch3: Daddy's little Girl
Ch4: Green and White
Ch5: Pills of the Past, Follies of the Future
Ch6: Riddles and Rage
Ch7: Distracted Fury
Ch8: Shadow Dance
Ch9: Emotional Analysis
Ch10: The Bard
Across time and space, in every civilization, there has been a myth, a legend, a rumor about a cave, an urn, a pot, a box. The vessel has varied, but it's owner is constant. Pandora, the little girl whose curiosity could not be quelled, and was punished by the gods. When opened, it steals the soul of the opener, until it is full. At that point, it unleashes the souls to wreak havoc and chaos on those around.
This story is about a little girl whose father was taken from this world by that box when she was young. Growing up, she was treated as royalty on a planet with few inhabitants. We join her first on her thirteenth birthday, where she befriends the only people that will stick with her through thick and thin. Cleo is a jigsaw puzzle of species with the body and tail of a snake, but wings of an eagle, her legs are of lion descent, but her arms are human. Her beautiful, delicate scaled face is framed neatly by shiny short black hair. Igneous Boldrum, Iggy to his friends, is a large boy that towers over his friends, his heart is of gold, but his skin is of magma, cooling and erupting like a planet's crust.
When we next encounter our mistress, it is her fifteenth birth day. She is plagued by a headache for the majority of the day, and her companions take notice, retiring to her room for the evening. This is the first time she hears a little voice in her mind.
Now we join her a year later on her sweet 16, she is dressed in an simple white dress, long curly pink hair cascades past her shoulders, her skin is green as a roses stem, with feathered wings glistening red in the moonlight of the twilight hour. She holds a bouquet of roses in her delicate hands. She approaches a cake almost as tall as Iggy, tiered several times. On the sides, it reads, “ Happy 16th Birthday, Lady Summer.” Upon reading this message, her eyes of emerald tear up, embracing her friends. Immediately after the embrace, her head starts to ache, and that voice speaks up, saying something she never thought possible, “Your father still lives”
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