The day outside was sunny, she thought. But it was only a guess. Zahira Barakat could only look from her terrace in speculation. She had been imprisoned within the center jewel of a ring for over 2000 years now and she still looked the young age she was when fist trapped.
It was all those years ago when she was a Arabian princess, living under the care of her tyrannical father and coming from a long line of blood magicians.
She found love in the form of a servant boy, although she was betrothed to another king. Her political marriage would've been the union of two massive embassies. When her father discovered Zahira's affairs, the palace Mage was involved. She was banished to reside within the very ring that the servant boy had given her, to live her days as an enslaved djinn.
2000 years later, she could only be released from her prison when the wearer of the ring requested her assistance. Then, she would be his servant for one year following, abiding by his every command. There was no escape, unless her master requested she be free. Humans are selfish, and so that never happened.
Instead, she rebelled within their commands, turning their wishes into nightmares. They never viewed her as another being. Only a djinn.
One of these days, I will convince someone to give me my freedom.
She yawned and leaned against the balcony railing. She had her own furnished quarters within the ring, and a balcony. But within the Black Sapphire jewel of the ring, the sky was always starry and dark.
Sighing, she tucked her hair behind her ears and waited for her next summons.
It was all those years ago when she was a Arabian princess, living under the care of her tyrannical father and coming from a long line of blood magicians.
She found love in the form of a servant boy, although she was betrothed to another king. Her political marriage would've been the union of two massive embassies. When her father discovered Zahira's affairs, the palace Mage was involved. She was banished to reside within the very ring that the servant boy had given her, to live her days as an enslaved djinn.
2000 years later, she could only be released from her prison when the wearer of the ring requested her assistance. Then, she would be his servant for one year following, abiding by his every command. There was no escape, unless her master requested she be free. Humans are selfish, and so that never happened.
Instead, she rebelled within their commands, turning their wishes into nightmares. They never viewed her as another being. Only a djinn.
One of these days, I will convince someone to give me my freedom.
She yawned and leaned against the balcony railing. She had her own furnished quarters within the ring, and a balcony. But within the Black Sapphire jewel of the ring, the sky was always starry and dark.
Sighing, she tucked her hair behind her ears and waited for her next summons.
