The Ones Who Made The Cage
by Sedeer el-Showk
It had not yet become a city of legend when I was born. There were festivals and clamoring bells and bright towers by the sea, but we also had poverty and hunger and grief. Our city was still real then, and we bore happiness and misery in equal measure in the time before the child.
One day, an enchanter appeared among us, a man who could reshape the world with his words. No one knew where he came from. Some said he was a stranger from afar, but others claimed he was a citizen of the city. Looking back, I think neither is true. I believe he was born from us, a manifestation of the secret desires we refuse to name. He was the reflection we will not endure, freed to roam our streets.
For a time, our wills eluded him. Laborers in the fields distrusted a man who lived off of his words, and merchants feared his bold pronouncements. The powerful resisted his calls for change, and the wise said he knew too little of the world. Each was certain he served another, and all doubted the wonders he wove with words.
