The Intruder

Pandora heard the unmistakable sound of a strangled gasp coming from that room. The room she was forbidden to enter.

Her eyes shone with curiosity and criticism alike at the intruder gasping in the room. Her brows furrowed as the inner struggle of whether she should go in or not began to materialise bit by bit on her face. Alas, no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not resist giving into the temptation. She thought to herself, “Just a peek. I’m sure that would be fine. After all, a tiny peek never hurt anybody.”

She looked around, scouring the corridor thoroughly; once, twice. Only when she was resolute in her belief that she was alone and no one was spying on her, did she turn towards the forbidden room. She inhaled deeply, and a corner of her lips turned up just as that determined look overtook the sapphire blue ocean that made up her eyes. She took quiet, baby steps towards the door. Her arm stretched out and her dainty fingers made contact with the beautifully carved knob. Her fingers rotated alongside the knob quietly and she opened just a little bit, praying to every God out there that the wood would not creak. Little did she know, she was but a plaything for the ones who sat in gold-plated thrones on soft, fluffy, clouds, as their pride reached heights higher than the ones they were looking down from.

The door creaked. Obviously.

She drew in a sharp breath as she cursed the hellish humour the Gods seemed to possess. She noticed the hair at the back of the intruder’s head was cut quite short, and the person was adorned in just a cloth wrapped loosely around their waist- the traditional attire for men, from which she deduced the person to be a male. Wait a second, that cloth- that was the material that Gods used for their clothes. Was the intruder a God? But then, why did that piece of clothing seem so familiar to her? However, before she could ponder upon these thoughts, the intruder snapped his head in her direction. Her eyes widened in surprise when she recognised him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I- ”

Just then, wisps of black smoke curled around them as they rose from the small box that she was told; warned rather, to not touch. The smoke embraced the room and engulfed both of them on its way out, letting its atoms infect our pure Earth. The evil in each molecule practically laughed in giddiness as it found yet another victim. The first one being Zeus, of course.

The intruder quickly shut the box as if he hadn’t just released every manner of evil and misery into the world.

Pandora stood there astonished, shell-shocked at what her brother-in-law had just done.

She cried out in anguish, “What have you done, Prometheus?”

Author: Saptaparna Chakraborty

Editor: Ananya Chaure

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