Name: Checkmate
By: evilPandora
Words: 115
Rating: K
Summary: Slave to the Red Threads, she could not hope to master the game.
"I'm nothing!"
'How untrue,' , Sila Kisara scoffs. His conviction is bittersweet and with a visage of boredom, she wordlessly mocks his anger. He was her brother, her lover, now nothing? He is still a pawn to the game. Bound in the web of destiny, tangled in the intricate lace-work of red threads.
'How vain,' that he thinks he is special.
She is the incarnation of precognition. She reads stars and palms, sets people on their paths and the universe in motion. She knows futures but is not a player in fate's game, and is unable to effect those that are. Never is she the one holding the cards.
She was a Nobody long before he.