Gilded cage

After crying for awhile. I finally calmed down a bit. I could live a normal life away from everyone and not have to worry about anyone ever using me again. I could have a simple life with a husband and kids. Snowy would stay here because I no longer had magic to care for an animal like him. I would be leaving. Alex could have my magic and I would be a happy house wife. I was still beautiful so I could find a husband easily.

"I see you feel better now." Alex whispered in my ear causing me to stiffen. I didn't want to deal with him or any other God ever again. "When will we head to your office so we can discuss me leaving." I said getting right down to business. "We can discuss it right here and to save you time, you're not leaving." He said with no room for argument. Too bad I was in the mood to argue. "You can't keep me here." I said with more confident than I felt.

"I can, unless you have the magic to open up the front door. There's no way out." He said causing me to panic. I felt trapped. I had no magic and I was trapped. I closed my eyes trying to reel in all my emotions. Fine I would stay but that was all he would get out of me. "Fine. Just don't expect me to ever talk to anyone again." That was the final time I would ever talk again.

"As long as you are here that's all that matters." Todd chimined in. My mask slipped just a bit as a tear fell down. I wiped It angrily away. I leaned forward and put snowy on the ground. For awhile he rubbed my leg making me feel bad but I was done with everyone in this realm and the magical realm snowy included.

I had to show them how miserable I was here maybe they would let me leave. So as snowy laid down on my foot I scooted my foot away. "Let me know when you are done with your tantrum." Alex whispered making me hate him even more. He hurt me. I don't even know how I got here. I always got visions even though sometimes I ignored them to throw people off.

I should've had a vision warning me that I would lose my magic. I relaxed and let my guard down because my powers protect me and now look where I am. My father kept me away from the Royal realm because he said I wasn't made for it. He use to make me feel bad by saying that I had to many weaknesses to exploit. I could beat people who were weaker than me but not people who were as powerful.

I remember yelling at him because he wouldn't let me go to the Royal realm. Now look at me. I lost everything because I didn't listen to my dad. "This meeting is over. Everybody meet at the dining hall." Alex said before bringing me closer and teleporting to the dining hall. He finally let go of his hold on me. The dining hall was big and it was all gold and some white. It was made for royalty.

The table was Gold, along with the chairs. It was bright and everything was shiny. I don't think there was a dull thing in the room. "Here sit down." Alex said as he pulled out my chair. I walked away from him. I would eat at the other side of the table. That idea was short lived because I was forced into my seat faster than I could blink. "That wasn't so hard now was it?" He said while giving me a mocking look.

I looked away as a tear fell. If I had my magic I could've discretely wiped it away. "Mazaya. I was joking." He sighed as I moved my hand away from him so he couldn't touch me. Everyone was conversing as they waited for dinner to be served. I just wanted quietness and I couldn't achieve that without magic. How could I ever truly live after having magic for thousands of years?

When the food was served I pushed mine away. I refused to eat or drink ever again. Unless they let me leave I would be a shell of my former self. "Eat." Surprising Todd was the one to speak. I grabbed my drink and poured it over my food. That's how I felt about anything that came from them. "You're going to lose your attitude because once you become my wife I will not accept this behavior." Alex gritted out.

"Get my wife a salad." Alex told the waiting staff. I said I didn't want to eat. Nobody cared about me. I couldn't live like this. A prisoner. In a magical prison. Wait. What if they won't let me leave because if I die everything will reset and I'll get my magic back. There's only one way to find out. Either way I refuse to live in a guilded cage. With that thought I grabbed my steak knife and slit my throat with no regret what so ever. It would reset, unless I was a mortal. Either way I would take death before I became a prisoner.