Pandora

She had left her home with no name, she had no need for one. She was a seed of darkness and that was all she wanted to be called. A name created attachment, a track that could be followed.
Not that following her path would be easy. She was not a striking beauty, the spirits that often protected and hid clans did not want her she always made them pay after leaving her, that was her purpose after all. So she wandered the world, leaving withering land in her wake.
She sometimes spoke with dragons, more often than not in preparation for a Hunt she enjoyed them so, it wasn’t hard when you exceeded at it and of course she would, she was daughter of the Leader after all. There where a few times that she had been bested, and she always gave them a curse in disguise or granted them a request.

This one, however, was the strangest of them all.

“You know, you remind me of a story I heard, one from another world” spoke the odd dragon, whose request had been to have a conversation with her.
“Is that so?” She answered. He had claimed to be a Realm-walker, a traveler between universes.
“Yes, a dragon who was said to be a gift from the gods but brought despair and chaos to the world” he chuckled lightly, like he was underestimating her power.
She scoffed, offended.

Unknowingly, the conversation stretched further and further, and the Seed found herself enjoying the company of this dragon. She wasn’t even that annoyed when he jokingly called her by the person he had compared her to.

Against her will, he followed her. Leaving occasionally to other worlds to bring her gifts that she never objected to. And slowly, what was simply an acquaintance grew into a friend, and then, a warmth that she hadn’t experienced before started to spread through her chest, and they were mates.

He always joked about their relationship being sinful.

Their judgment came in the form of a shining paladin, who had bowed to destroy the beast that was wreaking havoc across the land. She was powerful, but she wasn’t careful. She blocked an attack just to turn her head and find her love speared through the throat.

The destruction she caused was like nothing she had done before.

It was only when everything around her was ash that her mind cleared enough to think and to grieve. Tears fell into the cracked earth as she sobbed into the emptiness before a small memory crossed her mind like lightning.

There was a laugh, they didn’t take anything about death seriously ”If I were to die, I’d still find you in my next life"

Ah. That was right. There was still something she could do. How lucky, that her love had shared with her his deepest secret, the method of his travelling. She would continue with her purpose and search for her mate at the same time, even if she had to burn every single world to the ground. Even if he looked completely different, she would know it was him.

He was the only one who knew her name, after all. She couldn’t wait to hear him say it again.

“Pandora!”

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From darkness comes beauty,
No matter the unconventional charm.
From the beauty comes love,
And yet with love brings hints of despair and harm.

From purpose comes emotion,
From emotion comes heart.
One can be tended for and flourish—
After all, 'till death do we part.
Poem by Septarianflare