Beyond these thin hide walls a child sits, before her on worn silk a Deck is arrayed. She cannot yet speak and the scenes before her she’s never before seen in this life. The child gazes upon a lone card named Obelisk, the stone gray she can feel its roughness in her mind. Obelisk stands buried in a grassy knoll like a knuckle protruded from the earth, past and future. This child’s eyes are wide with terror, for cracks have appeared in the stone of stones and she knows the shattering is begun. SILVERFOX OUTRIDER HURLOCHEL, 6TH ARMY
