Have you heard of the Pandora’s Box?

The Greek Myth of the Pandora’s box known to most of us was that it was given as a wedding gift to the only woman on earth named Pandora who was created by the different Gods and was instructed not to open it, but she did which unleashed all the evil contained in it thus evil spread over the whole universe in a matter of seconds. However,that was not the case.

Pandora was created by the Angels as well. There were others just like her. They were given a task to find all evil that existed on earth. The Gods gave them the power to be able to see, touch and sense them and other abilities as well. Pandora originally killed the bad angels first before killing the demons, phantoms and many other mythological creatures. However, she took in her last breath as she slayed the Queen Vrykolakas,the queen of the undead vampiric werewolves. The Gods named the box after her and also referred to her as the ‘Angelus Hunter’ in Latin, now known as Angel Hunter.

I still remember how I was just an innocent and pure ten year old child. One day, I was playing hide and seek and hid under the bed in my Grannys’ Room, figuring that no one would know I was in there as the room wasn’t used for a while since Granny went on a holiday far away according to mummy.I started to notice certain things.A shiny blade and a sparkly gem on top of a vintage box.

The box had the horoscopes surrounding the edges of the box and a heart with a keyhole in the middle. Out of my curiosity, I took the box and started to play with it. Suddenly, I heard footsteps and the calling of my name by my mother. As I looked to the direction of the door, I saw a key on the bed frame. I reached out and took it. I noticed the end of the key could fit the keyhole on the lock so I tried and it worked. I opened the box surprised to find a ring. The ring was a very thin and delicate-looking band and a purple Amethyst Gem in the middle..

 All of a sudden, the ring started to glow and the box snapped shut. I cocked my head to the side unsure of what had just happened. My mother came through the door and found me under the bed.

“I found you Crissobelle!” Mother shouted with excitement before continuing,”Come let’s go downstairs for lunch. I made your favourite Mac n’ Cheese!” Immediately,I ran out of the room without my mother and forgot what had occurred.

However, since then I saw many shadows and had nightmares. My parents were worried and unsure of what was happening. Every midnight, a blood curling scream can be heard coming from my room. The nightmares was of dark black figures trying to drag my leg out from under the bed and they were whispering in a foreign language.There were more horrifying experiences but I shall not talk of it. I became more and more restless. My face gradually became a deathly pale and my eyes were puffy from all the crying.

Each time my friends came close to me, I always jerk back involuntarily and start to scream as I recall the nightmares. The nightmares were replaying in my head non-stop like a television that had an ongoing marathon. There was even once where I was so angry that I had grabbed my friend's neck and nearly killed him because I was strangely very strong. Because of this incident, my friends all talked bad about me, saying that I was a nutcase, I was inhuman because of my strength and even called me a zombie once because of my skin complexion and face. Rumors spread saying I was being abused at home or that I was anorexic and no one dared to go close to me. I was alone and I cried nearly everyday.

When I reached the age of thirteen, I went to my Grandmothers’ room and stumbled across the box. I looked at it and remembered what had happened three years back. I wanted to study it more closely so I took the key, the blade and opened the box again. The blade was a short sword and had a sharp point not like an ordinary knife or sword. The ring I found in the box was still in it even after three years. I noticed that there were writings of latin and maybe greek on the box and the ring. I checked online and it translated to ‘The hunter who seeks the truth in the angel of evil’ and ‘Angel Hunter’.

I grew more intrigued in what this was and when I looked it up the box came up as the Pandora’s Box. I read the history  of the Pandora’s Box and was confused but this just urged me to look for answers. Since I could not find anything on the blade I called it after my Grandmother 'Morisette'. Every day I went on the computer to research on it more and more and soon came to a conclusion.

The black figures I have been seeing, the same nightmare repeated every midnight, the reason behind the screamings were all because of one thing. The Pandora Box that held all the evil was unleashed and I was the only one that could see what it had contained as a result from my younger immature self.Anyone of the same bloodline as the previous Angel Hunter who is dead will take over the role.

What I do know is that I was now an Angelus Hunter with a mission just like Pandora. I had abilities not yet discovered. I was not normal. Somewhere inside me, told me that there were others just like me. I knew I had to start to train myself in case 'the evil' came after me or my family. Ever since then, I became better physically and mentally despite all the nightmares and the treatment I got from my friends but still kept my distance from people except my parents until one day everything changed.