When it all began, she was just a baby. Not a baby in the womb, but in the abyss that held all other creations in its own. Different from your mother's, and your mother's mother's, and different from all those around you. But a womb nonetheless. 

She started just as any child would.

She had months where she cried, years where she walked and whined and life was filled with the basic desires and sufferings of such a small child.

Those years, however, were only three. And then she became her own creature.

A hurricane in the shape of a seemingly fragile child.

Pandora was that without form or order. 

She was, the embodiment of complete and utter chaos.

And so, Pandora was created. She created  the concept of true chaos.

Then twelve others were born, and none knew of their potential... For they were no ordinary children, and soon, humanity learned.

So Pandora became an adult. And... there was much in between. However, that is a story for another time.

Years after she took her place among the thirteen that you well know of, stories began to spread. Stories from her childhood, stories from her time as a ruler, and stories that had never truly occurred. Stories of creation and stories of destruction.

And now, listen to the first tale of the feared Lady Pandora.