There is a story and it goes like this. There is a tower of brick and stone, raised up like a mountain. Its peak puts holes in the bottoms of clouds. A princess sits by the window at the top, and she ... [+]
Long ago, an incorporeal god of light named Belgrin flew over the face of the earth searching for new and interesting objects to illuminate. When he found a young woman named Isil, he stopped. He was so enamored by the way his brilliance danced upon her face, he would not leave her. He hung his light about her visage day and night, and word of her luminous beauty spread to every realm. Many kings and princes came in the conquest of Isil, showering her in wealth. Isil accepted their gifts but had no desire to marry any of her suitors. As Belgrin had fallen in love with her, she had fallen in lo