Snip, Snip, snip!!

Let us cut the threads of fate!!

Snip, Snip, snip!!

Let us cut the strings of her life!

Snip snip snip!!

Time to cut down the divine!!

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Her sliver eyes looked out the window of her cage of gold. She looked down from her temple, seeing people place flowers and offerings at the entrance of her "home." She felt nothing. She shouldn't. Yet she did. Because of the golden chain that is in her chest.

The Chain of Binding.

Such a weapon should not exist in this world. It as tool used to bind a God who has come to vist, to the world, and that is exactly what He did to her.

"Oh Our father has sent us an angel!!"

"Oh Saviour! Guide us!"

"Punish those who are not humans!"

"Oh sweet angel! Oh glory to the Goddess!"

"End those who oppose humans!"

"God! "

"Goddess!!"

"End them!!"

"Kill them!!"

"Destroy the unpure!"

"Bring misfortune upon those who oppose our Lord!!"

She covered her ears. Gritting her teeth and eyes wide of what she believed is called fear.
she hated it. She hated listening every single day the prayers of the people. They were all closed minded. Wishing death on the ones who aren't human. She hated them. She hated those humans.

"Lord....all I ask is peace. Peace between all creatures and humans."

She slowly removed her hands and looked out her window.

"I don't believe in my father's teachings."

She stood up and walked to her window and looked down.

"The different species are like us all. They love. They feel, they understand."

Her eyes zoomed on a Singal boy.

"I'm amazed. True, our cultures are different. We are all different. And I believe that is what makes us unique."

She stared at The boy.

"I won't let my father get away with it. I know you wouldn't want the ones you created to destroy each other. I know you want peace. Lord, please lend me your strength and protect my friends."

She watched as the boy placed a Singal white rose and smiled sadly then left. She was silent. For the first time, she didn't hear a prayer of death. For the first time, she didn't hear someone want misfortune. For the first time....she heard someone pray for peace. A feeling rose in her chest and her lips twitched up. She looked back at her cage. Since he won't come for another 40 hours.....

"Heh."

She ran to the shelves and books that were set. She grabbed and made them all open and float in the air. She grabbed a blank scroll and began writing formulas while looking at each book at the same time. She grabbed her knife she kept hidden in her chest and cut small amount of her hair. Then proceeded by making a small cut on her hand and filled a small bottle with her blood. She drew unknow scripts and magic formulas on the floors. Placing her hair in the center with the bottle of her blood, then used some magic to take some of her own bone away. She grabbed the book of materials  that was hidden u see her bed and grabbed the clay along with green jewel. The clay she moulded into a human shape and placed it in the center. She is a God. She could create anything. If she wanted, she could create a new world. But that would be boring. This boy that prayed. She wanted to help him, and he was her ticket to escape. She smiled as everything was finished but something was missing. Once it hit her, she snapped her to hers and made another 5 jewels appear.

Wadjet, Egyptian Goddess of protection

Coatlicue, Aztec earth goddess of life and death

Athena, Greek Goddess of wisdom, poetry, art, and war strategy

Tatsuta-hime , The Japanese goddess of autumn.

Brigid, Celtic Goddess of Flames.....

I take a fragment of your power for my creation!!

Oh my blood, Oh my bone, Oh my hair!

Combine as one and create the Child of All!!

(Nordic Rune Translation)

She raised her hands as the jewels went to the center...the Nordic runes glowed as the circle glowed. Everything combined and soon, the material she used was no longer at the center, but a child. A little girl with crimson hair, brown eyes, and red clothing. She chuckled and walked up to the Child, who looked her confused.

"Hello my dear. I'm your mother, Kisandra. I created you." She smiled.
She made sure the ability to understand any language and speak was in the Child. The child looked her confused.
"Mother??" She said.
"Yes. Your mother. Now to name you......" Kisandra said and thought for a moment.
"Celatia. That is your name. Daughter of Kisandra." She said and the girl stared.
She walked up to Kisandra and tugged her dress.
"Mama." She said.
Kisandra smiled and picked her up.

I swear I will get you out of this cage. And so will I.