19.

an abandoned monestary

Johara wondered, occasionally, at the purpose of her building. There was sand on the floor and the roof was crumbling, but the walls were high and the windows narrow. She didn't remember much about religion, and didn't really care, but found it funny that her cage could be in a place where people worshiped gods.

There no relics, no murals and no leftover dogma to pierce her ears with, but sometimes, just sometimes, Johara felt at peace. She felt like everything was going to be fine, like she could do anything.

At those times, she would sit at the bottom of her cage and brush her hair, wondering if this was what it was like to be a god.