The skies were pale pink, streaked with purple sunset clouds. 

The bishop, a man of short stature, and a pointy white hat approached her with a scroll in his hands.

"I think it's time." he announced. 

She nodded her head in reply. The bishop scurried away, leaving her alone in the company of her thoughts and doubts. 

Perhaps I am getting too old for this She thought the obvious. Those centuries have passed by quick, and even in all that time, she was never able to leave this place, wasn't she?