The first thing that registered with her was the fact that she wasn't in her bed. In fact, judging by the sensation of the cushions below her, she was laid out on her favorite couch in the living room.

And goddess was it strange to realize that she had a favorite anything inside of this house, especially considering that only a short while ago she wasn't able to recall such tidbits concerning her current incarnation as Pandora Leveau.

Groaning harshly Andy rubbed gingerly at her temples as she tried to reorient herself by rhythmically breathing out through her nose.

Pushing herself upright when she felt that it was safe enough to do so, the silver eyed girl glanced around the room and met the eyes of a black woman perched on a loveseat.

"Jerry!" She yelped, wincing as memories surged forward whispering of their past.

"You weren't at archery training." She blurted out as she scrambled to her knees. "I wanted you to watch me - I got better."

Resisting the urge to press her palms against her mouth - because holy hell it was so fucking weird to realize this woman was simultaneously a stranger and a loved one - Andy instead flashed her an awkward smile.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that." The woman smiled and her dark eyes twinkled. "You'll have to show me when we continue our training regime in a few days time."

"Now," Jerry began again with a shrewd look and Andy instinctively gave her a sheepish grin. "have Troy and you been practicing your Greek and Latin like we instructed or did you guys play all weekend?"

Memories surged from the back of her mind - fully integrated but distinguishable from her old memories - Andy blinked and gave a tiny shrug.

"Who's really to say?" She laughed nervously. "Besides we're speaking Greek right now."

And they were! She had been surprised when Jerry had switched to another language mid conversion but that shock had nothing on the one when she realized that she understood and could even speak a foreign tongue.

It was sad but herself as Pandora Leveau was smarter than herself as Andy Gautier.

Damn.

Internally shaking her head, the young archer moved from the couch when she saw Jerry hold out a hand and she slid hers inside the elder woman's grasp.

"Troy, you and I will discuss the shirking of your studies later," Jerry warned and Andy ducked her head. "but for now, let's get you fed. You've been asleep for half the day."

Bobbing her head in acquiesce, she followed diligently behind her almost parental figure into the large kitchen and shrieked in surprise as she was snatched from Jerry's side and thrown into the air.

"Chase!" She squealed out unthinkingly as she practically windmilled midair. "Don't you drop me!"

Caught deftly in a pair of muscular arms, Andy glowered up at a boyishly handsome face with a slightly crooked nose - he had supposedly broken it in a bar fight - and turned away even as years worth of information and affection bubbled up in her psyche.

"Oh come on Pandora." The dark haired man teased. "When have I ever dropped you?"

Scowling at her, she opened her mouth because she certainly remembered a few occasions where he let her hit the ground and Chase shushed her with one large finger against her mouth.

Resisting the urge to bite at it, she glared daggers.

"You know on second thought let the past be the past." He shrugged and she crossed her arms.

"Then don't drop me."

"You got it Pandora." He chuckled as he tossed her one more time into the air before setting her back on the ground and she instinctively moved closer to Jerry who picked her up and set her on a chair.

"So who's cooking tonight?" Chase asked as he leaned into the counter and started fiddling with his necklace. "Because I cooked the last time."

Jerry rolled her eyes.

"It won't be you muscle head." She said with a fond roll of her eyes. "So you don't need to worry, Han is up next."

Immediately at the name, Andy saw the visage of a red-haired Asian man rear up in her mind followed by a sharp battle of distaste and admiration and she blinked.

"What is Han making?" She asked the woman and received a smile.

"What you asked for," A voice piped up from the doorway and Andy turned to view Han walk into the room. "pork chops and mashed potatoes."

Feeling a giddy sense of anticipation bubble up in her she giggled eagerly and flashed the man a beaming smile.

"Yay!" She chirped as she moved to rest on her knees in her seat. "Can I help you?"

Inclining his head, the tall man moved into the kitchen and over to the fridge.

"Of course." He answered cordially. "Would you like to season the meat?"

Nodding happily as she settled back and prepared for him to set up the needed ingredients, she started as she felt palms press against her eyes.

"Guess who!" Someone chirped and she rolled her covered eyes good-naturedly.

"It's Troy!" She called jokingly and received a mock indignant gasp in reply.

"Oh, certainly not mija!" The feminine voice tsked. "I do not sound like a man!"

Andy laughed.

"Oh I don't know about that Brie," Troy joked and Andy instantly perked up at the sound of it - where did he come from? "your voice was kinda deep for a few seconds there."

"Yeah, I agree!" She grinned and then chortled when she felt fingers dance over her ribcage and she clamped her arms down on them. Opening her eyes she spied Troy standing in the doorway across from her and waved before rotating in her seat to view a woman with skin the color of sand and hair dyed the color of warm honey.

Brie glowered, her hazel eyes burning and Andy batted her lashes.

"I love you?" She cooed and the island native stuck out her tongue as she gave the younger female a noogie.

"Yeah, yeah." She drawled. "You're lucky I love you too else I'd do more than give you a knuckle sandwich."

Watching the woman turn her to glare at Troy, Brie pointed one well-manicured hand at the man.

"And you!" She playfully growled out. "Maybe you're the one who sounds feminine, ever think of that?"

Troy gasped.

"I do not!" He protested as he turned to Jerry. "Do I?"

The brown-skinned woman quirked a finely arched brow.

"If the shoe fits." She said and Troy flashed her a kicked puppy sort of look.

"Well then." He whimpered out sadly as he moved closer to Jerry. "I think I need a kiss to heal the hurt of your words."

Snorting brown eyes rolled as she pressed a chaste kiss to Troy's lips and by some immature instinct, Andy scoffed in disgust.

"Gross." She said as she scrunched her nose up as Troy turned to her with laughing eyes and before she knew it, the man was giving her cheek a wet one

"No!" She squealed with laughter as she batted him away and scrubbed at her cheek with the sleeve of her shirt. "I hate you!"

He grinned brightly and gave her a wink.

"Aw, I love you too princess!"

And as everyone laughed and Han handed her the bowl full of spices to help him prepare the food, things went back to normal.

For everyone else that is.

It was odd, settling into life as her reincarnation seeing as how their lives were so similar yet dissimilar.

They were inverted mirrors of each other. It was almost soothing in a way which was why it rubbed her wrong when she realized something around here was off.

She had fallen into a routine and felt comfortable because she - as Pandora - had been doing these things for ages but once she had settled in, the part of her that was Andy knew normal kids didn't live the same way she did.

Normal kids certainly didn't exist off in seclusion with a bunch of paranoid barely adults who could wield deadly weapons like trained soldiers.

They didn't move to fully furnished houses every few months or were trained - and rest assured it was training - in as many seemingly random things as she was.

Like come on! Why did she need to know so many languages - some of which were dead! - and was it necessary to really be teaching her four forms of fighting?! Who was she? The Black Widow?

And the sickest thing about this situation was that if she hadn't lived a life before this, she likely wouldn't have realized how weird this was. After all, she had zero friends her age and watched literally no tv outside of whatever Brie let her watch on her laptop.

There was something going on here and she needed to figure it out.

Quick.

She was dreaming - that much was obvious when one found themselves in some dank dark cavern when she had been in her warm and cozy bedroom merely a few minutes ago.

It had taken her a long time to fall asleep and when she finally did she had to deal with what looked like a budding nightmare and at that thought she paused.

If she was aware that she was unconscious was this lucid dreaming?

A little put out that this was the kind of dream she had to experience instead of something not creepy, she considered just sitting down right where she popped in existence but the abrupt growl that sounded from behind her made her break out into a sprint.

Rounding a darkened corner - she couldn't see shit - she slammed face first into a body.

Stumbling back she caught sight pale hair and she dove back.

"Troy oh thank god!" She breathed out into the material of his jeans and snuggled further into legs when a hand wove its way into her hair. "I thought I was alone!"

She paused.

"Well I mean I'm still alone since you're a figment of my imagination but it's the thought that counts right?" She laughed but faltered when Dream!Troy didn't so much chuckle.

Shifting her shoulders against the empty silence, she winced when the hold in her hair abruptly turned too tight and she hissed.

"Troy!" She snapped angrily as her head was forcibly tilted back and her fingers dug into the skin of his wrist. "Troy! Let me go!"

Yelping as cold hand took her chin and tilted it up so that she was peering into a pair of burning sunspots, Andy felt her heart stop.

"Who," Strife, violence, and pain said and she quaked under the weight of its single word. "are you?"

A moment.

A beat.

And then the scream was choking on jerked her awake.

For a moment she laid there curled up on her side under her covers, staring listlessly off into thread count of her blanket and she almost risked throwing off her covers and dashing for the door.

Almost.

Body rigid at the low growl that wormed its way into her ear, she could hear her heartbeat.

Th-thump

Th-thump

But that meant whatever was out there could too.

And she tried to tell herself that this was all in her head, that she had psyched herself out but she couldn't.

Not when she could feel the warmth of its breath against the curve of her ear.

A whimper wormed its way out of her mouth alongside a fresh wash of tears and then it was quiet.

Her lungs caught on the silence and she curled herself tighter, knees pressing into her forehead and she waited.

She didn't know what time it was but the morning had to come eventually and then she was safe.

And for a few seconds, she managed to believe the lie - that she would have been fine if she stayed where she was - that was until something touched her foot and suddenly she couldn't move.

It was if all her muscles had stagnated and turned to stone and no matter how hard she screamed at herself to move, to get up and run for another room - she couldn't so much as twitch.

And now the grip was firmer, sharp indents dug into the skin at her ankle and it was then that she realized just how close her face was to whatever was holding her.

With her forehead to her knees, all she needed to do was open her eyes and she would see.

But she didn't want to. Dear goddess please.

Barely managing to swallow, the young girl tried to make a noise, to grunt, shout or anything that would bring the wrath of the house down on the thing hiding in her sheets but there was nothing.

"Safe?" Someone - something rumbled and the heavy weight on her leg turned agonizing and she grunted, eyes wet. "For you? Never again."

And at her surprise at those words - in Ancient Greek no less - her lids flew open and as she stared into a molten yellow gaze - the very same from in her dream - terror seemed to snatch hold of her and she couldn't help it.

She screamed - and the man vanished.

Naturally, the young girl was still hysterical when the door burst open and two familiar faces filled the entryway.

"Andy?!"

3/06/18

What was that she saw? Something from inside Pandora's box? (The answer is yes lol, you know because she's Pandora's box and all that).

Also about her "caretakers" they're demigods and here's some info on them.

Han: He's asian, red hair and dark eyes from chicago. He's a child of Ares.

Brie: She's afro latina with dyed hair and hazel eyes (from the dominican republic) child of demeter.

Chase: irish from cali. brunet, green eyes. He's a child of Hermes.

Troy: his dad is from morroco. blond hair, pale eyes. Child of Aphrodite.

Jerry: black girl, long dark hair, dark eyes, from brooklyn. Child of Athena.