As Pandora's fingers traced up the jar, the feeling inside increased. She wondered what could be so important to keep hidden? Perhaps precious jewels? She could almost imagine the lovely sparkle. Or maybe there was something even more beautiful than jewels? Pandora bit her lower lip and carefully lifted the jar from the mantle with both hands, and brought it to her bosom.
Discordia could hear her children, feel their presence. She watched Pandora cradle the jar as one would an infant. She doted over it, mothered it. It made Discordia sick.
Pandora looked around, suddenly nervous the titan may see her. Still cradling the jar she tip-toed into the darkness away from her fire, behind an ancient rock formation. Now under the cover of darkness Discordia came up behind the girl. She touched Pa
