Her name was Pandora. She was created by the gods to be perfect. However, she was curious. Her husband kept a box, telling her to never touch it--never to open it. One day, when her husband was out, she decided to open the box. She needed to know what laid inside. As she opened, she was thrown back. Plague ran out. War burst flying out. Famine growled at her. Thousand of dark disastrous things rushed out. The box was empty. Pandora peered inside. There was only hope sitting on the bottom of the box.

There's always hope in everything.