The Thousand Year Chess Game Click clack. The sound of light wood against light wood. A chess piece, white, moved to take a black piece. A pale hand moved the black piece to the side of the board. Two men, neither really men, sat across from each other. One clad in pale grey robes, and the other wrapped in what seemed to be living shadow. "It's been a while since we've done this," murmured the pale man. "There's no one left to play with. It's not like I have much choice..." huffed the man in shadow. Sulfurous breath spilled from his lips. A taloned hand moved a black piece forward. "Check."