Long before the rest of their tale
Two sat at the round table, both with a hand on the crystal ball.
The first was a young girl with shining white eyes and soft golden hair.
The second was a much older woman, with similar white eyes and grey hair hanging loosely to the ground.
“I do not fear death. I know that it comes for me, like everyone else. There is no life without death.” Said the girl, eyes steading on the cards in front of the pair.
“You are quite brave, child.”
“I haven’t been a child in a long time, madam. And I wouldn’t call it bravery. We both saw the vision. No matter what I do, it will always end that way. But it’s okay. You focus too much on the darkness, I have always been able to see the light.”
“All will come to pass, Madam, as it should. But you would be a fool to think there were never more pieces on the chess board.”