They both came to this forbidden place to demand her judgement. The shadow of the sad old man with wings, forever weeping for his lost, fallen son. The shadow of the wise and terrible king of traps and labyrinths. Their bodies had wasted away centuries ago, but their shades still remained, cast throughout history. She listened to their pleas and accusations in silence. Neither of them had learnt a thing in all the long years that had passed. So she set them to war again.
Strange and Lost Visions 