Susan

The universe has birthed many monsters, countless creatures of nightmare to haunt dreams, an endless swarm of demons that tore at the edges of reality. But of all the terrors in existence, all the evils that stalked the darkness, only one thing she feared - the slow tumble of that last grain of sand, the blue flash of a scythe in downward swing, the door to eternal oblivion.

Of all the horrors that plagued the world, the most terrible was her Grandfather, the absolute and the only reality. He who could not be deterred or placated. He who cared not for justice, would grant no mercy, offer no quarter. He who would not even spare his apprentice or his own daughter...

He, whose power was in her bones.

And when He ends she would begin.

His fate was bound to the that of the disc. As long as anything within the magical field of A'Tuin continued to live, to conceive of it's own inevitable demise, he would also continue. But if the last life were to end within her alloted lifespan...

And so she whispers to the Crone of magic and of being right. And she whispers to the Last King of monarchy and of justice. She speaks to them of war and conquest, shows them evil and offers them power.

One day they will both learn to direct the power of the cracked thaum. To destroy the darkness that she has shown them, they will one day unleash the broken particles of magic upon each other. And in that firestorm of unfettered power, as they try to elevate themselves to godhood with the mass sacrifice of their enemies' lives, Cori Celesti itself will shatter. And the disc will crack, the elephants will be reduced to bones, and the agonised screams of Great A'Tuin will sound and then be no more.

And when the turtle gasps its last, her Grandfather's rule will end. And she will be safe.

She was Susan Sto Helit and she has no intention of falling to Death's blade.