#fic:p

The glass tower does not creak. It remains unshaken and immobile despite the waves crashing against its shimmering base and the winds that try so valiantly to fracture it into the sea. It stands tall as a pillar—a reminder—to those on the far islands that can observe it. With storm clouds brewing above and the screaming of unseen birds sounding into the salty air, it is a stain that mars the colorful and youthful lands of the Otherworld.

Beyond an omen, however, the glass tower also stands as a home. Like Tech Duinn, which also stands as a dark monolith in an ocean not too far away, it serves as a residence for those who are not apart of the esteemed Courts that so many scramble to gain entry in. Individuals who reside in the glass tower are shadows, wraiths, things that are often associated with the night than the dawning day.

Prowler is the Lord of this tower—unofficially. In the fall of the previous master, his form—comprised of black wisps and ill-gotten emotions—had crept from the crevices of the towers foundation to instate himself at its core. He had spent many nights mocking the residents who had protested his rule—even going so far as to declare the fallen master as half his soul, a weighted declaration for any resident of the Otherworld to make—until their protests had fallen to nothing more then mere murmurs in the translucent halls.

The Courts were not pleased to hear of this development, but he did not care for what the Courts believed. The Courts only acted in benefit for themselves, a bitter fact he had learned in the aftermath of The Dealg War when they had turned a blind eye to a child in a burning village.

Which is precisely why he refuses to abscond from his tower despite the threats that are carried on the ocean breeze from the islands beyond. The Seelie dance in the sunlight and spit curses at the shadows and the Unseelie, who thrive in the darkness, are reluctant to approach his realm. The red haired king turns his gaze away and the raven prince has long been silenced. So long as the glass tower continues to remain unshaken and immobile, so long as it continues to weather his permanent storm and feed the gulls that scream from above, he will not stand down.