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[Pandora]

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Lydia. That was her name. She was a young, eager, poetry loving girl, who at later years became an adventurer.

I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste – Ovid

What a quote to describe the time that Lydia had been born in. Nearly 10,000 years ago, when Minoc was a beautiful, large thriving city. Her father had been in the military, where she learned to fight by watching her brother’s spar. At the time her father had no idea, if he did, that would have ended her trips with her brothers to the training sessions.

That was a major part in what had started it all. She became an adventurer, in later years, much to her father’s dismay. She came home, ever so often, to spend time with her father and her brothers. By this time, they were married and had children of their own, all whom she adored.
It was on one such incident, she met him. Marius.

He was a blacksmith in Minoc, and rather known for his work. With her adventuring, her armor was often in bad shape, and in need of repair. This was what had drawn her to him in the first place.

The day she met him, they spent hours, talking of things such as poetry and philosophy, as he worked on repairing the armor she had so often abused. It was the reason she chose to stay home. Every day for months, she would get up, and go meet with the blacksmith, to visit, and talk as he worked. And later, she discovered, she had fallen in love, though she was unsure of his feelings toward her. She kept her reason for staying home from her father, and he was happy enough knowing his daughter was no longer adventuring out into the world alone.

But one day, Marius disappeared. Lydia, distraught that he had left without so much as a word, returned to the mine, every day for a year, before going back out into her adventures, keeping an ever so watchful eye for the man she had fallen in love with. She never found him.

She returned to Minoc once or twice a year, hoping to find him back at his shop, working at the hot metal, trying to create the masterful works she had watched him make when they had first met. But she was always alone, and only terrified by the stories of a blood drinker who often graced the city, stalking those who came out at night.

It happened one night. She stood at the forge where he worked, her eyes closed.

“Marius.. Where have you gone?” she whispered, sighing heavily as she lay her sword on the anvil, as if to leave it there for him, if he ever returned. If he remembered her..

Somehow… He had heard her. He was behind her in an instant, resting her hand on her shoulder, and she turned to face him.

“MARIUS!” she cried out in almost joy, before realizing who stood before her. It was Marius, but he had not aged a day since she had last seen him. She must have looked odd to him, having grown older.

“Lydia.” He smiled, looking down at her as she stood before him.

“I…I don’t understand..” she said, tilting her head to the side. What sort of magic was this?

He took her in his arms then, and spent the night explaining to her. What he was. A vampire. The subject of how he had become so. How the man that turned him was mad, who bit him and then jumped into the fire, and of Caine. Then, a few hours before daybreak, offered her the gift. She accepted it, and he bit into her neck and drained her, before offering her his own blood, and taking her into his crypt.

She awoke a vampire, as beautiful as she was in her younger days. He deemed her with a new name, Pandora, to mask the human that she had once been.

That night, he took her out to feed within Minoc, and what a royal bloodbath it was. They were a pair, he and her, enjoying the blood to its extent. Centuries past, then thousands of years, but somewhere along the way, they began to argue and bicker.

With a final argument, she chose to leave him, to regain the adventuring she had at as a human. She quested to find Caine, where ever he had disappeared to. Many years later, she realized her mistake, and quested to find her Sire again.

Many years had led her to this age, ever searching. After the shattering, she spent year after year, finding ways to jump from Shard to shard, searching. He was far away, her calls to him were never answered. Did he not want her to find him? If that was the case, she was a fool.

Her searching often ended in forgetting about feeding. Her search was desperate, and she often forgot to drink of what would keep her alive, until the brink of madness where hence she would take part within a near massacre. She loved blood, the color red.

Finally… One day, she came upon the whispers of Marius’s name.. And she knew.

She would meet him again.

If that was his wish.