gleam & glow | + glowingimmortality

The thing about rumors was that they spread, and they knew no bounds. It may have started across the sea, but it eventually found its way to the deserts, and, inevitably, to the Land of the Black Sand. How, exactly, was beyond him, but Xerxes came to him one night and told him of a strange girl with strange hair. Hair that could glow. Hair that could heal. Hair that could keep a person alive.

This was really all he needed to hear. It wasn’t the cure for mortality he wanted, per-se, but it was one step closer to living forever than he was at the moment. Thus far, no spell or object he had come across had been able to grant him that extra lease on life he required. He realized, if he obtained this girl and her odd power, that it wouldn’t be the permanent solution he wanted - but it would do until he found one.

A little goading on his behalf, and he was able to coax more information from his familiar. It took some time, but the eel finally was able to recall the name of the place this girl was supposed to be from, and that was all he needed to be able to open a gateway from his citadel to there.

Peering through the window of magic, he cocked his head to the side, surprised to see a tower. He could see no door in or out, only a single window. This was odd - perhaps she was a hermit of some sort, afraid to share her gift.

Or a prisoner. Xerxes didn’t know these details. Not that it mattered all that much to Mozenrath.

Stepping through the gateway and then letting it close behind him, he stepped onto the grass at the foot of her tower. He stared up at the window for a long moment, then cleared his throat, hoping that would be enough to catch her attention.

He had every intention of whisking her away and keeping her all to himself, but it would just be rude to haul her away like some sort of barbarian.