They were playing with dice. Absent mindedly rolling them as they waited and waited and waited. They didn't know these dice. They didn't know of the bag that had kept these ancient gifts hidden. Neither did these two know that they had been chosen.
Not hidden well enough or were they meant to be found. Meant to be used. Meant to find their power. Or was it just a twist of fate.
Were these children the ones who knew. Would they figure out how to use them or was the morbid game of life going to be played. Played by another daughter of the dice.