Part 1 Pandora
And so, Zeus laughed from the tops of Olympus and called forth the blacksmith, Hephaestus, mix water and earth, bury a voice, sculpt a lovely maiden shape, suitable to befit a Goddess. Bidding the work of Athena to teach her care and weaving a web of design much the God’s petty desires at their father’s bequest.
‘Aphrodite’ Zeus calls forth so she may shed beauty all golden, a desire for mortal men and more.
Zeus charged Hermes for this maiden’s cunning inquisitive mind, a deceitful nature that was never her own. Zeus ordered. They obeyed, for he was Zeus, jailer of Cronos.
And so, Hephaestus, crippled yet never slow moulded, designed a perfect maiden, dressed by Athena, guided by grace and beauty by Aphrodite, persuasion and naivety her future undoing, her neck and shoulders ached from a trepidation of what was to come.
And there as she stood, perfection weaved, deceit, crafty words, a pretty face, Zeus named her Pandora a gift for humanity. Because all those who dwelt in the 12 chambers on Olympus gave a gift each to mankind.
The all-endowed.
