A Cage is a Cage

A small female genie finds herself in a cage.

A Cage is a Cage

Mesara woke from a drugged sleep. She looked around. The landscape of sand was very familiar, after all she was desert born and had always been owned by desert dwellers.
What was not so familiar was the cage of light that surrounded her. She reached to touch it and was zapped painfully.
“What happened to my flagon? Did someone take it and replace with this new place of imprisonment?”

The genie went looking for a door in the cage. There was none. Then she tried making herself small and thin enough to squeeze through the bars. Her magic skills seemed to have disappeared with her flagon.
She gave up with a sharp sigh, and sat down in the center of her new prison to think.

“So, my beauteous one! You have awakened!” boomed a voice.
Mesara stood up and went toward the side of the cage that the voice came from. She peered out, but all she could see was an ornate shoe with a curled toe. She stood and craned her neck to see her jailer.
“Kandahar, I should have known. I have already refused you. What do you think imprisonment will do to change that?”
“You will get to know me better and love me! I shall keep you until you do,” the giant male genie explained.
The tiny genie sat back down right by the bars.

“It is hard to get to know you when you are so high up, sit beside me so we may become better acquainted.”
The ground shook as the massive genie did as she asked. Mesara began to sing a beguiling love song in her melodious voice. In seconds, Kandahar began to snore.
The minute he fell asleep, the cage disappeared and so did Mesara.