The priestess had known destruction in many forms, and she had survived, but until Medea had risen up, the horsemen had been left to wither, fading into oblivion. Charon had wanted to them to make peace with the humans, to cease harvesting fear, and in turn they would have all ended. Snuffed out.
"I believe," the dark skinned mare spoke up after a quiet moment or two. "That we had been in the middle of a chess game."
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