The Curse of the Djinni

In the height of an era of enlightenment and magic in Aabahran, there was no greater mage than Elizor. In most tales and scrolls of history, many might call him a good man though he would be indifferent to the label. Respected more than monarchs and feared more than warlords, he devoted his life to the arcane and through it he prolonged his otherwise brief human life and refined his features to rival the beauty of even the elves. His home was a grand structure floating amidst the clouds, and even the noble unicorns revered him as they frolicked through the ethereal columns of his vast mansion. There were only two that had the potential to penetrate the isolation of his estate in the clouds and the stillness of his heart.

Both were accomplished mages of their own right: Dylan, the

Dark Enchantress and Cunning Illusionist & Isabel, the Creator, the Conjuress. Their romantic rivalry soon escalated. There were sinister rumors concerning the intrigues of Dylan; it was even said that she enthralled the emperor of Miruvhor to gain a royal title to impress her hopeful suitor. However, all failed before a single deed of Isabel. Isabel, the Conjuress created the key to Elizor's heart within herself: a daughter for the prominent warlock. Indeed, the life flickering in the womb of the Conjuress was beyond the mystical abilities of Elizor and thus gained his devotion.

The rivalry, in all appearances, seemed to have concluded with Isabel the victor. However, on the day of the fateful birth, Dylan arrived at the couple's abode in the guise of a midwife. The birth was a difficult one as many are, and Isabel grew as pale as the unicorn steeds she were to inherit with the loss of blood, but death was not what the Enchantress had in mind for her foe. The Conjuress was more than lucid upon the first breath of her child, but it was said that with the first touch of Dylan, all her scorn flowed into the babe and it transformed into the first ravenous harpy. With the blood that stained her hands, she bound the spirits of the two lovers and cast their mind into delusion, for if she could not have the love of this man, no one shall.

Even now, their imprisoned souls can be found staring into the distance from the towers of Elizor's once grand home, their faces still a mask of feigned ecstasy. Each djinni are close enough to be tormented by the presence of the other, but never to be reunited. However, their lives have passed into myth as few venture into that melancholy region, saturated with loss and regret, for fear of the harpies. Like Dylan, these fabulous winged monsters were once women but were consumed and plagued by desire and jealousy.

-=As performed by Livana Arianwen for the demon Anarchant=-