THIRTY
IT WAS within the Presidential office of Woden, before the rise of Dragomir. Pandora sat across his desk.
Gungnir stowed in its designated place, Woden fixed his good eye on Miss Melt's radiating face and breathed her mesmerizing energy in.
She could see herself shimmering in the reflection of Woden's eyeball. Pandora decided then that she would brighten, and the entire room seared with her emitted light. Woden's wolves snapped to attention. His crows gazed quizzically over at the two of them.
“So Woden? Do you love me?”
Like a nuclear detonation, Woden ceased being present. The Council President became a statue, his mouth locked in a pleasant smile. His mind had traveled so far and so fast as to be severed from his present reality.
Pandora softened back to normal and rose he
